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Ok, this is the fifth of the requested pairings. This one was requested by Wouldn't you like to know. Oh, and Dagmar, please don't kill me too much for this one :)
Jason and Cole
By
Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)
"Ah, this is the life," sighed Jason as he leaned back in his inner tube and sipped his pina colada. He was definitely enjoying his new mansion and heated in-ground swimming pool. Yes, he definitely had made the right decision in suing the Triforian Royalty for the pain and emotional suffering that he had incurred as the Gold Ranger. He had made an even wiser decision to install extremely high-tech defense capabilities since the Triforians, who were notoriously bad losers, occasionally sent ships to strafe his property.
Jason lazily stirred the water with his foot as he continued to reminisce about his current fortunes. Suddenly, a head popped out of the water. Jason startled and fell out of the inner tube with a big splash.
"Pfffffttttttt!" spat Jason, "who the Hell???"
"Hey Jason!" Cole Evan's grinning face appeared in front of him. "Great pool. Do you have anything more of those pina coladas?"
"Rookie???" Jason sputtered. "What…how?" He took a moment to regain his composure. "Cole, where did you come from?"
Cole, still grinning, pointed towards the bottom of the pool. "My tribe is infamous for our breath holding ability."
"Uh huh, sure," replied Jason as he spotted the snorkel Cole held behind his back. "Cute, very cute. Now, tell me what you're doing here, Rookie."
"Are you kidding? You're my hero!" enthused Cole. "I want to be just like you! And what better way than to learn from the master himself."
Jason grinned in self-satisfaction. Usually it was Tommy who got all the hero worship. So Jason loved it whenever he could one-up the leadership-stealing Ranger. "So, you want to learn how to be a great Red Ranger from the best, huh?" he said proudly.
Cole shook his head. "Well, to tell the truth, Tommy wasn't available. So I decided to learn from you instead."
Jason was confused. "But, I thought I was your hero, Rookie.
"Yep, and Tommy is my super hero. I mean he's got to be the greatest leader ever. He can…"
"Oh, will you look at the time?" asked Jason who didn't even have a watch. "We'd better get started with your training immediately." Grumbling to himself about a certain multicolored Ranger, Jason hoisted himself out of the pool.
"Ooh, what are we going to do?" asked Cole enthusiastically.
Jason paused in thought. "Well, I've got a target range out back. I thought I'd show you how to do show-off moves while shooting at your enemy."
"Wow, just like Tommy does?"
Jason began to curse to himself and mentally planned a midnight "haircutting" session at his 'best friend's' house. "Just get out of that pool already so we can get this over with, Rookie."
"Ok!" Cole began to climb out of the pool as well.
"Cole!" Jason exclaimed when he noticed what the Wild Force Ranger was, or rather, wasn't wearing. "You are NOT one of the Rangers I want to see naked in my pool!" he exclaimed as his favorite fantasy of Kim and Trini passed through his mind.
"Whoops!" Cole said as he slipped back into the pool. "Guess I forgot to mention that members of my tribe tend to swim in the nude."
"And living in civilization for almost a year hasn't taught you more appropriate behaviors? Sheesh!" Jason's nose wrinkled at another thought. "Wait just a damn second. That was your foot you brushed me with earlier, wasn't it?"
"Uh, yeah, if you say so."
Jason ran into his mansion. A half-hour and three showers later, he came out fully dressed and tossed a towel towards Cole. "There's an extra set of clothes in the bathroom. I'll wait for you out here."
"Th…th…th…th….th….thanks," replied Cole shivering. "I th…th….think so….something is wrong wi…with your hea….hea..ter."
"Oh, maybe there is," said Jason vaguely. He had purposely turned it off to teach Cole a lesson, and to keep him out of his private pool.
Ten minutes later, they were at Jason's target range. Jason took a BB gun and tossed one to Cole.
Cole looked askance at it. "Wow, I thought you'd have heavier weaponry than this."
Jason sighed. "As if I'd trust you with such things. You seem to forget that I am the expert and you are the inexperienced rookie."
Cole shrugged and pointed the BB gun in the wrong direction. "So now, what should I aim for?"
"NOT FOR ME, YOU IDIOT!!!!" screamed Jason as he shoved the nozzle of Cole's gun away from his privates.
"Whoops, sorry," apologized Cole.
Jason quickly regained his composure. "See those tin cans?" He aimed, fired, and hit one. "That is what we'll practice on."
Cole nodded, and aimed his gun in the general direction of the cans. He fired… and knocked a squirrel out of the tree. "Ooh, lunch!" Cole ran to grab the creature, which promptly bit him and ran off as it had only been stunned.
Jason shook his head. "You need to aim better. Try to line up your shot next time. Like this." He lined up his next shot, fired, and hit another can.
"Oh, I can do that," assured Cole. He aimed, fired… and broke a window on Jason's neighbor's house.
"Run!" Jason uncharacteristically panicked.
"What for? It's just a window."
"Yeah, but the last time I disturbed them, Ed and Rita threatened to get out their old spell books and turn my wonderful muscles into playdough."
They hid behind a tree for almost fifteen minutes. No one came out. "Oh that's right," said Jason. "I forgot they went on that second honeymoon to the Bermuda Triangle."
They returned to the target range. "Rookie," said Jason, "you really need to adjust your aim better."
Cole aimed his gun in the direction of the cans again. "Like this?"
"No, move your gun up and to the left a bit more."
Cole re-aimed. "Like this?"
Jason sighed. He really wanted to get back to his heated swimming pool, but the rookie was being too much of a blockhead. "No, I said 'up and left,' not 'down and right.' Here, let me help." With that, Jason grabbed Cole's hands and began to physically help him with his aim.
"Ahhh," sighed Cole. "My hero is touching me. He's actually touching me."
Jason jumped back at the implied meaning. Or at least what he implied from it. "That does it!" he shouted. "I can't teach you anything! You're just a stupid rookie and will always be a stupid rookie! How you ever got to be a Ranger, let alone a Red Ranger is beyond me!"
Cole's face fell at Jason's tirade. "What do you mean? I can hit those cans."
"Not in a million years," retorted Jason.
"Yes I can," reaffirmed Cole.
"Ha! I'd bet my entire mansion against everything you own you couldn't hit more cans than I could." Jason waited for Cole to back down.
Cole, who really didn't own much since he still lived in a treehouse, shrugged. "Well, if you're sure," he said hesitantly.
"Ok," said Jason, eager to get Cole's humiliation over with. "We will each stand on this line. We will each have three turns to hit a can. The one who hits the most cans wins."
"Hmmm, sounds fair." Cole still looked doubtful.
"Look, I'll even go first, just so you can observe my mastery." With extreme overconfidence, Jason stood on the line. He aimed his gun, fired, and hit the first two targets. However, he missed the third.
"Damn," said Jason. "Oh well, it's not like I'm in any real danger here. Your turn, Rookie."
"Ok." Cole stood on the line. He aimed, fired, and…hit a can!
Jason's eyes bugged out. "Wow, uh, lucky shot, Rookie."
Cole aimed again, fired and…hit a second can!
Jason was now sweating bullets. Mentally, he began to go through a list of lawyers he could hire to disqualify the bet.
Cole aimed, fired, and…hit a third can!
"My…my…my…mansion!!!!!" cried Jason as he fell into a faint.
"Hehehehe," sneered Cole who, unbeknownst to Jason, had been hunting for his tribe since he was ten. In fact, the only reason he had learned to communicate with animals in the first place was in order to lure them into range. "I win! Guess you won't be calling me 'Rookie' anymore."