Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers. Someone else does. I don't know whom because it keeps changing. Please don't get offended if I insult your favorite character. Some pairings are easy to write a story for while others are really tough. So please realize that some of my stories will be better than others. Hi to all my fellow AFPR's including my fellow female Psychos :). And I really appreciate the reviews :).
Ok, this is the eighth of the requested pairings. This one was requested by eXtreme eVolution (who, btw, also writes stories that have different Rangers meeting…I guess great minds think alike :). . I can't believe it's Christmas Eve. So, Merry Christmas (or Happy Hanukkah or Happy Kwanzaa) to all. My vacation has just started…whoohoo! I won't make promises, but I will try to write the last four requested stories before I go back to work.
Blake and Cam
By
Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)
"Yeah, Baby! Take it off. Take it all off!" Cam was practically drooling as he stared at his computer monitor. For once, Father was not around to constantly supervise and nag him. Cam had been more than kind enough to lend the 'hamster' to a local kindergarten classroom. He smiled as he recalled the squealing that came from both the little tykes and Sensei who apparently did not like having his ears and tail pulled at the same time. Then, knowing the Rangers would need a constant supply of spheres, he set the computer up to automatically send a new one every five minutes. Now, he could finally enjoy his enhanced Internet connection to its fullest extent.
"Oh, Cam! There you are!" Cam jumped at the sound of Blake's voice. He cursed himself for not being aware of Blake's entrance as he desperately turned the monitor off.
"Uh…" Blake, having seen exactly what Cam had been up to was at a loss of words. "I just wanted to…"
"What??" Cam asked annoyed. "You think only you macho Rangers like to look at porno on here." He continued at Blake's sheepish look. "That's right, I do look at the history on here. Not that you clueless buffoons would even know about that. Now, what did you sneak up on me for anyway?"
Blake nervously cleared his throat. "Well, I just have a really big favor to ask. You see, I…"
"Wait a second," Cam said suspiciously. "Aren't you supposed to be out there fighting that Cement Mixer monster?"
"If you'd actually been watching us, you'd have known that the other Rangers have been trapped in cement for the past hour. Oh, and those stupid spheres of yours keep bouncing off them every five minutes." Blake was starting to feel a bit annoyed at Cam's nonchalance.
Cam sighed. It figured that those bozos couldn't win a fight without his assistance. "I bet no other genius had this much trouble with a team of Rangers," he grumbled.
"Well, actually, according to Dustin's comic books, the original Blue Ranger also had…"
"Never mind," interrupted Cam with disinterest. "I suppose you came to ask me to help free the others. Well, I do have a sledgehammer somewhere…"
Blake shook his head. "Nah, they can wait a bit. Lothor and his gang are trapped as well, so there's no rush."
"Oh," was all Cam said as he reached over to turn his 'entertainment' back on.
Blake blocked his hand. "Wait! I still need a big favor." He spoke even quicker at Cam's growl of impatience. "You can invent things, right?"
"I guess, why?"
"Invent something to make me taller."
"WHAT???"
"You heard me." Blake broke out into tears. "You don't know what it's like, constantly being teased and taunted by everyone; having a booster seat on your motorbike; having your own brother constantly wear his 'I'm with Shorty' shirt; having the girl you love buy you dorky looking elevator shoes for Christmas."
"Neither do you!" exclaimed Cam.
"Ok, ok," Blake's fake tears immediately ceased. "Truth is, I want to dominate Blue Bay basketball. You see, Tori has her surfing and Shane has his skateboarding. But I have to share motorcross with both Hunter and Dustin. I just want a sport that I can call my own."
"And you can't just pick something else, like twiddly-winks or squash?" asked Cam. He smirked. "You can't fool me. This has something to do with that smile Tori gave your brother last Wednesday."
"She said it was just because he had saved her from that 'Bad Beautician' monster earlier. Ha!" Blake's face twisted with jealousy. "Well, I'll show them! I'll be so tall they'll both look up to me! And Tori will smile at me and only me!"
"Oh, brother, you don't need an inventor. You need a good psychiatrist." He began to rummage in a storage cabinet. "Now, where is that sledgehammer? Even Dustin's blathering is less annoying than this."
Blake began to wail loudly. He was so loud that Cam's computers began to shake.
Cam covered his ears. "You know for a shrimp, you sure have a big mouth!"
The wails only became louder.
"All right! Stop it! I'll find a way to make you taller!" Cam cried as his eyeglasses cracked. "Maybe I can find a rack somewhere on Ebay."
"Oh goody!" cried Blake who hadn't even heard Cam's last comment. He enthusiastically danced around Ninja Ops. He whirled and twirled all over and chanted: "I'm gonna be taller than Hunter. I'm gonna be taller than Hunter. I'm gonna be taller than Hunter. I'm gonna be taller than Hunter. I'm gonna be taller than Hunter. I'm gonna be taller than Hunter. I'm gonna be taller than Hunter. I'm gonna be taller than Hunter. I'm gonna be taller than Hunter. I'm gonna be taller than Hunter. I'm gonna be taller than Hunter. I'm gonna be taller than Hunter. I'm gonna be taller than …pppppppffffffffffffffffttttttttttttttt!!! Hey! That reeks! What's the big idea?"
Cam shrugged as he finished emptying the giant economy size bag of manure all over Blake's head. "Well, I figured if this stuff helps my petunias grow…"