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 :).

     Story number 47…only 3 more then I start on the requests.  But so far I've only gotten one from momotronic9k27.  If anyone else wants me to write about a particular pair of Rangers, please let me know by the end of July.   If you had made a request at an earlier time, please remind me.  Thanks.

     Btw, I know nothing about cars.  So please let me know if I made any real gaffs.

Alyssa and Damon

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

     Alyssa groaned inwardly as she looked at the class.  The adults all stared blankly at her.  Well, all but one bald-headed black man who was wearing green coveralls.  He just grinned eagerly and bounced in his seat with apparent excitement.

     "Welcome to Beginning Auto Mechanics, Class."  Alyssa sighed to herself, "I can't believe I'm teaching this class," she thought.  It was her own fault, of course.  She had a wonderful job teaching preschoolers in Turtle Cove.  Such sweet kids, such darlings, such inquisitive little urchins, such rambunctious imps, such…such…unruly, undisciplined spoiled BRATS!  Alyssa scowled and growled loudly as she remembered how her twenty little students had managed to color in every book, fingerpaint on the ceiling, and stuff the hamsters in the radiator within the first ten minutes of school.  Her nose wrinkled at the remembrance of cooked rodent.

     There was a loud gasp from the students.  Alyssa quickly realized how angry she had become; and that she had just growled at them.  "Whoops, sorry, I just uh…"

     Suddenly, the green-clad student jumped up and waved his hand.  "Ooh, ooh, ooh!  I know this one!"

     "Huh?" asked Alyssa.

     "That was the sound of the engine of a 2002 Ford Taurus."  Damon looked around proudly at his confused classmates and then at his dumbfounded teacher. 

     "Oh, well, very good, uh…"

     "Damon, Damon Henderson.  See?  It's on my name tag here."  He pointed to his chest. 

     "Boy, talk about overdressing for the class," reflected Alyssa.  "The guy must think he's already a mechanic.  And that color, sheesh.  Thank God we hadn't gotten stuck with a Green Ranger on our team."  The thought of this guy being a Ranger quickly passed through her mind before she dismissed it as utterly ridiculous.

     "Ok, Class, let's start with an easy one."  Alyssa pulled the sheet off a pile of engine parts.  Taylor would just have to wait to use her car.  Alyssa snickered loudly at this.  Maybe she'd think twice the next time she complained about Alyssa's cooking.

     "Ooh, ooh, ooh!" cried Damon with his hand raised yet again.   "That's the sound of a Cutlass Sierra stalling."

     Alyssa stared at him.  "No, I was just laughing about something.  Why in God's name would you think I'd ask a beginning class to recognize cars by their sounds?"

     "Well, sooooorrrryy," returned Damon in an insulted voice.  "You were just standing there, daydreaming…just…like…that…" he paused when he realized that his teacher had once again blanked out.  

     Alyssa smiled evilly as she reminisced about the little 'reward' she had given the children, a special visit to the Animarium.  Princess Shayla had neglected to close off the secret path.  So, Alyssa waited until that Wednesday, the day the princess slipped down to Turtle Cove to get her gown rebleached.  Then she snuck the class in to meet the Wild Zords.  Three minutes later, the kids had run out screaming.  As it turned out, it was also 'mating day,' probably one of the other reasons Princess Shayla made herself scarce then. 

     "Ms. Enrile?" called Damon.  "Excuse me?  MS. ENRILE?"

     "Huh?" asked Alyssa.  "Oops, sorry about that.  We'll start by identifying the basic parts of a car engine."  She picked up a part.  "Ok, who can tell me what this is?"

      No one raised his or her hand.  No one but Damon, that was.   "Ooh, ooh, ooh, I know!"

     "Anyone but the hyperactive asparagus here?"

     The other students continued to stare blankly.

     "Fine, what is this, Mr. Henderson?"

      "It's a fan belt.  It's used to…" 

     As Damon blathered on, Alyssa looked at the answer chart she had stuck on her side of the desk.  "Er..let's see, fan belt, fan belt.  Yes, you are correct." 

      "Whoohoo!  Easy 'A' here I come!"

     Alyssa glared at him as she held up another part.   "What is this?"  She looked around to see if anyone else showed any interest in answering before addressing Damon who was now jumping up and down on his desk top in excitement.  "Get down and just answer the damned question."

      "That's a spark plug.  Now that's an important part of the car.   Its function is…"

      Alyssa's eyes had glazed over during this wordy explanation.  Her mind wandered back to what had happened after the Animarium field trip.  Of course, the little tattletales just had to tell their parents about what they had seen the metallic animals doing to each other.  And of course, they all had nightmares for over a month.  Everyone was so furious, that this ended up being the only teaching position she could get in California. 

     "Hey, Ms. Enrile?  Can I get extra credit for this?"

      Alyssa snapped back to reality.  "What?"  She looked down and realized that the scattered parts had been reassembled.  "But, but, I only blanked out for a minute.  How did you do that so quickly?"    

     "It took me a whole minute?" asked Damon disappointedly.  "I must be slipping."

     "What the hell are you doing in this class?  You obviously know all about car engines."

     "Yep," said Damon proudly, "and truck engines, and jet engines, and Zord en…" he clamped his hand over his mouth when he realized what he had just said.

     Alyssa snickered.  "I suppose you were a grease monkey for the Power Rangers?"

     "Grease monkey?"  Damon was insulted.   "I am no grease monkey.  I was the best mechanic ever to fix a Zord.  And I was also the Green Galactic Ranger."

     "Wow, they really must've been desperate to have wanted you."

      "Well, no one really picked me.  I was just the one to pull the green saber out…" He stopped as he realized something. "Hey, how did you know the big Power Ranger robots were called 'Zords'?"  He froze when he saw the smirk on her face.  "You too?"

     "Yep, White Wildforce Ranger."  Alyssa said with equal pride.  She was oblivious to the sounds of gasps from the rest of the class.  "But you still haven't told me why you are taking this class."

     Damon's face darkened at this.   "Because this was supposed to be MY class!" he whined.

     "Huh?"

     "I was going to teach this class.  But they decided to go with another teacher.  Just because I don't have a teaching certificate, they said this other person would do better!"  Damon was breathing heavily.  "So, I decided to take the class just to observe you in order to see for myself.  And what do I see?"

     "What?" asked Alyssa tentatively a bit nervous at this sudden burst of anger.

     "An idiot who has to rely on a picture chart to give her the answers!   Someone who goes off into lala land every five minutes!  Someone who…hey!  Stop doing that!"

     Alyssa snapped back to attention and wiped the drool off her mouth.  "Oh, sorry about that."  She decided not to mention she had been thinking of a certain Red Wildforce Ranger.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

     "That does it!  I'm going to lodge a complaint!  No way am I going to lose out to a know-nothing like you!"  Damon headed for the door.

     "No, please!" sobbed Alyssa who had grabbed his collar.  "This is the only teaching job I can get!  No one else will hire me to teach.  Just because I took some preschoolers to the Animarium.  How was I to know it was 'mating' day?"

     Damon paused.  "Oh, sure.  You lived there for over a year and yet you didn't know what went on there.  You got probation for that, didn't you?"

     Alyssa nodded.   That was what had embarrassed her most.   "Princess Shayla wasn't too happy either.  I didn't even get an invite to the annual picnic last week."

     "Why don't you try to get a job on Mirinoi?" asked Damon.  "They have no qualms about teaching that kind of stuff to little kids.  Those people have almost no morals."  He leered at this.  "All you have to do is take a shuttle to the moon and then use the wormhole there."

     "Really?  Great!"  Alyssa headed for the door.  "You can have this class!  I'm going to go catch tonight's shuttle!"  With that she ran out excitedly.

     "Good luck!" called Damon.  However, as soon as Alyssa had gone out of sight, he smiled evilly.  The prudish Mirinoians would lock her away as soon as she tried to teach their kids anything out of the ordinary.

     "Ok, Class," he addressed the students, who had already forgotten about the revelations he and Alyssa had made in front of them.  "Who can tell me what this is?"  He pointed to the car battery.

     All of the hands went up.