Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers. Someone else does. I don't know who 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 eleventh of the requested pairings. This one was requested by Silver Rider. I am posting this right after posting "Justin and Dustin" so please check that one out as well, thank you :). (And please don't kill me too much, Dagmar).
Wes and Jason
By
Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)
"Oh, great, just great," thought Wes as he shuffled into the common room with his walker. He had been dumped into the nursing home only that morning. Literally dumped as his oldest grandson who now possessed the Red Time Force powers had called upon the Time Force Megazord to come and drop the stubborn old man through the open skylight of the nursing home's main office. And the desperate staff of the run-down building was not about to let the former Ranger go any time soon.
Wes looked around at all the windows and doors in hopes of finding one unlocked. No luck. Then he looked around at the other residents. Most of them sat around either drooling and staring at the television or drooling and napping. However, there was one exception.
"Hey! Who wants to arm wrestle me?" called a somewhat muscular gray haired man. "Anyone? Oh come on! You people are a bore!"
Wes shuffled closer to the man. He slowly studied his face. Where had he seen this guy before?
"Oh, come on! I can beat you all with my left hand! I'm the bench press record holder at Ernie's Youth Center!"
His bragging made Wes' faulty memory click into place. "Jason? Jason Scott?"
Jason's attention finally landed on the man in front of him. "Oh, hi Wes," he said calmly. "Nice seeing another Red Ranger here."
Wes whacked his walker loudly against the table. "Shhhhh!" Are you crazy? Do want them to hear you?"
Jason, who had not even reacted to Wes' attack, waved his hand dismissively. "That bunch's all deaf or hard of hearing. Besides, its not like losing my powers would be a big deal. I broke my hip the last time I tried to morph."
"Oh," was all Wes could say as he remembered that he didn't even have his powers anymore anyway. "In that case, it'll be great to have a fellow Red Ranger to reminisce with."
Jason scowled. "Look, Rookie, it's not that I don't like you or anything but…"
"Uh, Cole was the rookie, not me," interrupted Wes.
"Whatever." Jason picked up his newspaper and began to study it. "It's not like any of you newbies ever had the skills that we original Red Rangers had."
"What?" Wes was incensed. "I was an excellent Red Ranger. Jen told me every night before she left for the future."
"Big whoop." Jason put the paper down and looked directly at Wes. "Trini and Kim took turns with that before I left for that stupid Peace Conference."
Wes almost fell out his walker. "But..but I thought that Kim was with…"
"Tommy?" Jason smirked. "That's what he thought. She even convinced him that she was too good a girl to stay with him at night. Oh, and best of all, once Tommy came around, I never had to carry her packages in the mall again. Not with Prince Charming always there."
Wes edged into one of the white plastic chairs at Jason's table. "Oh, so that's why Divatox caught Kim scuba diving with you that time. It was in all the papers back then."
"Uh, yeah, that's it." Jason had no intention of letting Wes know that Kim had only invited him so she could jealously press him for information about Tommy's new girlfriend. Her later attack on Kat hadn't been solely due to Maligore's evil influence.
"Anyway, I still say I was as good a Red Ranger as you. I'll even prove it." He put his right elbow on the table and held his hand up, waiting.
Jason placed a glass of Metamucil in his hand. "Oh, yeah, you were great all right. The only reason you got your powers was because your DNA matched that Red Ranger from the future. I on the other hand was presented with my power by the great Zordon himself because of my great courage and leadership skills."
Wes started to put the glass down, but then thought better of it and swigged it. "Ah, but how do you know that the Red Time Force powers hadn't originated with me and that Alex hadn't just inherited them in the future?"
"Well, that is possible…"
"Of course, you could be right about them originating with Alex and Time Force. Maybe I only got them because of Ransik's time traveling. Or maybe both Time Force and Bio Labs developed this power and it got combined somehow in the timestream. Or perhaps…"
Jason covered his head in pain. "Enough already! I HATE anything to do with time travel. I hate the changing of time. Do you know what happened to me when Master Vile turned the Earth backwards and everyone turned younger?"
"Uh, you became a ten-year old in Geneva?" Wes ventured to guess.
"No, you smart-alec young whipper snapper. I turned into this little wimp." Jason's wrinkled eyes glistened with tears. "Imagine, me with no muscles. I couldn't arm wrestle, or lift weights. I couldn't even go to the beach to flex my muscles."
"Beach? I thought Switzerland was a landlocked country."
"Don't interrupt your elders. It's rude. Now where was I?" Jason stared into space absent-mindedly for a few seconds. "Hey! Does anyone want to arm wrestle me? I have two black belts in karate. I can arm wrestle any of you any place any time!"
"Sure!" Wes placed his elbow on the table and held his hand out again. "I bet I could beat you easily."
Jason suddenly became frantic. "Nurse! Nurse!" He waited for one of the nurses to appear. "This crazy old man just threatened to beat me!" He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Oh, and my depends is going to need changing soon."
Wes rolled his eyes as the nurse scolded him and threatened to take away his jello at suppertime. "Good Lord!" he cried after she walked away. "What is wrong with you? I was just taking you up on your arm wrestling challenge."
Jason leaned in towards Wes. "What, do you think I'm really that crazy?" he whispered conspirationally. "I only challenge those people because I know none of them are going to respond. Gotta keep up my tough reputation after all."
"Ha! Now I know why you let Tommy take the leadership position from you. You were too chicken to fight him for it!" Wes grinned tauntingly at Jason.
"No way! I just wanted more time to worry about my physique. Besides, Tommy bribed Zordon with those coupons to the Hair Club for Men." Jason pointed at Wes chest. "Besides, you're a good one for talking about being chicken. I heard you let that Alex take your powers from you."
"Well, just for a while. I did get them back, you know."
"Only because your team stood up for you. Imagine a geek, a pretty boy and two babes fighting to defend you because you were too scared to fight to keep the powers yourself." Jason waited for Wes reaction.
"Oh, you're right!" cried Wes. "Alex looked so much like me that I was afraid that punching him would be like punching myself and that it would hurt!"
Jason blinked. "That makes no sense."
"Oh, you're right. It doesn't." Wes began to pull his walker towards himself. It was almost time for supper and he wanted to be first in line for the pureed liver and prunes. "Anyway, I still win by forfeit."
"Win what?" asked Jason curiously.
"The arm wrestling match of course. Since you're too chicken to wrestle me, I win." Wes pulled himself off the chair.
"Chicken nothing!" shouted Jason as he positioned his arm for a fight. "I'll take you on you poor excuse for a Red Ranger!"
"Poor excuse?!" Wes flopped back down into his chair. "That tears it! Prepare to go down you over-muscled show off!" He positioned his arm and clasped Jason's hand. "Ok," he said glaring at Jason. "On the count of three. One…"
"Two…" growled Jason as he glared back.
"THREE!" they both called.
"CRACK!!!!"
"Yeeeeeeeooooooooowwwww!!!! My arm!!!!!!" They both screamed. "Nurse!"