Color Coding

By: M14Mouse

Disclaimer: Don't own them.

Summary: Jack's POV on his new teammates and his status as a Power Ranger. Takes place between Beginning Part Two and Confronted.

I swear this place goes over board with the color coding. Everything in my room is red. My sheets, my clothes, my pencils, and the desk cover are red. Even the freaky soap is red. Of course, my room isn't the only room design this way. Everyone else rooms are color code too. I notice that everyone seems to have personal pride in their color coded rooms. Maybe, it is because link to their status as a Power Ranger. I have no clue.

All of this red stuff just makes me nervous. For reason I want get a can of spray paint and just paint my room. I don't care what color as long as it isn't red. I have nothing against the color red. On the streets, bright colors are big no-no. Bright colors means nicely painted target on your back. Here red must mean something because everyone is watching me. Everywhere I go in this place, there always seems to be a pair of eyes following me. It makes me wish that I had my old clothes back and I could just blend into the crowds and disappear. Of course, that would be impossible since they took my clothes saying it was against their regulations. I would like to see this regulations book. Never mind, the damn thing is probably red too.

To be honest, I don't know much about my teammates. I think they are kind of crazy if you ask me. Syd is like this cheerleader with a combat twist. She talks so much that she makes Z's left eye twitch. It is amusing since Z's left eye only twitch when she is annoy. I know for fact that she isn't annoy at me. Syd is smart, perky, and a decent fighter in battle. Of course she isn't as good as Z. If Sky continues staring at me, I am going to have a hole in back of my skull. I think my presence here is a great offense to him or something. Probably it has to do with me kicking his butt and I got the red morpher. I didn't have much choice in the matter. Big Blue gave me the morpher and I took off to save your butt. Deal with it and move on.

Now, there is Bridge. The guy needs to lay off the sugar or something. He is like this one big energy ball. He is constantly into something. One minute, he could be fixing a control panel and next minute, he could be hanging upside down like a monkey. Strange enough, he could give Syd a run for her money in the talking department. If you find the right topic, that boy's mouth could run like the wind.

Most of all, they have this innocence about them. Sure, they fight evil aliens from space. They never have been touch from the evil right in their back yard. Z and I have seen it and grow up with that evil. Somewhere inside of me, I carry some of that darkness. Some part of me regrets for pull Z into my world. Maybe, if I talk her back into going to the foster home. Maybe things would turn out better for Z than for me. Who knows?

I am no psychic. I leave that job up to Bridge. Me? I am going to try and not make a fool of myself. Hehe. Go figure.

My regulations manual is red.

The End

A/N: There! Now, it is finish. I blame slshadowfox for point out the fact that I haven't done a Jack's POV.  I think I cover Z's POV on her teammates and as a Power Ranger in 1,273 Windows which is part of the story, A Deal with Strings. I like to thank my other reviewers, BrandonB ((Yay, you are working on another one!)), BloomingViolet ((I am glad you enjoy my stories and much as I enjoy yours)), pinkpunkmodiva86 ((you are right. I am not best with grammar but I probably go back and correct them this summer)), masterranger3 ((a Syd/Sky story? Hmm..maybe I can arrange one of those. Just for you beside I always up for a good challenge)), and sye04 ((Yes, it is going to be Z/Jack story)).