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 :).
Yes, I did three stories this weekend. A minor gross-out alert for this one.
Tommy and Taylor
Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)
"Yes!" Tommy crowed over the FalconZord's communication system as Staplerhead exploded. "Once again the day has been saved by Tommy Oliver, the wonderfully stupendous, supremely heroic White Ranger!" His proceeded to make his FalconZord do a dance as he continued to boast. "I'm the greatest, I'm the greatest, I'm the greatest…"
The other Rangers snuck away as the dance continued.
Tommy finally tired out after a half-hour. At that point, he finally noticed that his friends had left. "Hey, where'd everyone go? Boy, talk about jealousy." He got ready to demorph but then thought better of it.
"You know, Falcy," he said as he pulled out a gigantic can of 'Super High Quality Zord Polish.' "The greatest Zord in all the universe deserves only the best." He began to buff the white flying Zord. He ignored the whines coming from his forgotten Dragon Zord at the bottom of Angel Grove Lake.
"Hi, mister!"
Tommy jumped up, causing the bottle of polish to spill all over his White Ranger uniform. "MY PERFECT PRISTINE SUIT!!!! WHY YOU CRAPPY LITTLE…" he quickly clamped his mouth shut as he realized a young girl with blonde pigtails was gaping at him open-mouthed. "Oh, uh I mean. Why, hello, sweetheart. Have you come to admire the great White Ranger? Would you like an autograph?"
Ten-year-old Taylor shook her head. "Does that thing really fly? I love things that fly. I'm gonna be a pilot someday! Maybe I'll get to have my own flying Zord! Like a Hawk…no…Vulture…no EagleZord!"
"More like a SparrowZord, if you ask me," mumbled Tommy. Then he smiled at Taylor. "Yes, that is very nice, little girl. Now, I am a very busy man with villains to defeat and hot babes to impress. So why don't you just scoot away now?"
"Know what?" asked Taylor, completely ignoring Tommy's attempt to dismiss her. "I've been taking flying lessons at 'Uncle Steven's Flying School for Past and Future Female Rangers.' Mom didn't want me to. She says I'm too obsessed with finding the Animarium again."
Tommy looked confused. "Huh? The what? No such thing," he said dismissively.
"It exists, it exists, IT EXISTS!!!" screeched Taylor who was getting ready to go into a full-blown tantrum.
"Ok, ok, already!" Tommy backed up, his hands held up in supplication. "This amiquarius of yours exists. Now go back home and let me finish my work here."
"That's AN…I…MA…RI…UM!!!" Taylor's face was now purple with frustration. "Why doesn't anyone believe that I saw a floating island from an airplane last year?"
"Because it's crazier than a head surviving inside a warp tube?" replied Tommy. "Crazier than a skinless man with a fender for a face living on the moon? Crazier than…"
"That does it!!!" Taylor ran up to the FalconZord and quickly pried open a hatch. Before Tommy could grab her, she had jumped in and slammed the hatch shut.
"What are you doing?" cried Tommy. "Get out of there. It's not safe for little girls. You'll get hurt!" He gasped as the Zord's engines suddenly came to life. "I'm not insured for this!!!"
"Yeehah!" whooped Taylor over the Zord's communication system. "I'm going to go find that Animarium and prove to everyone that I'm not nuts! Wheeehhooooeeee!!!" She punched some buttons and the Zord began to rise into the air.
"No! Stop!" Tommy ran and jumped onto the Zord's leg. He immediately regretted it as he realized he was balanced precariously on a gigantic metal flying machine being piloted by an inexperienced little girl. "Mommmmmeeeeeee!!!"
"Wow! This is awesome!" Taylor took the Zord up even higher. She did several loop-de-loops, almost causing Tommy to fall off. Then Taylor took the FalconZord into a steep dive, pulling it back up at the very last second. "Wheeehoooooooooeeeeeeeyyyy!"
"For mercy's sake, stoooooppppp!!" pleaded Tommy who was feeling very nauseous. I'm gonna…gonna…"
Taylor saw the vomit flying past the Zord window. "Ewww!!! Hey, that was cool! Do it again! Do it again!"
"Falcy!!!!" wailed Tommy. "That does it! I'm sending the cleaning bill to your parents!" He clung even tighter to the Zord as it banked sharply to the left. "What the hell, do you think you're doing anyway?"
"Oh, that's right." Taylor calmly pushed some buttons, causing the Zord to head off towards Turtle Cove. "The Animarium was that way, I think." She studied the sky carefully. Suddenly she spotted a floating island in the distance. "Look! There it is! There it is! Now everyone will believe me! Now I won't have to spend all summer in psychotherapy!"
"What are you talking about?" moaned the still airsick Tommy who was now clinging desperately for life with his eyes clenched closed.
"The Ani…"
Something suddenly occurred to Tommy. "Wait just a damned second! The Zords can only be piloted by us Rangers. How the hell are you managing to fly this one?"
"I don't know." Suddenly, all of the buttons looked undecipherable to Taylor. "No!!!!" she cried as the FalconZord began to plummet.
Tommy finally managed to crawl in through the hatch. Still weak in the knees, he managed to wobble over to the controls and land his Zord gently. Then he glared at Taylor. "Get…out…of…my…Zord!" Then he picked her up and flung her out.
Taylor gaped after him as the FalconZord took off and headed back to Angel Grove. "Just you wait! I will find that Animarium someday! And I'll have a much better flying Zord that that old junk heap!"