Title: Paraskavedekatriaphobia
Disclaimer: Power Rangers SPD belongs to Disney.
Author's Notes: Just a drabble. Nothing serious.

"I think you have paraskavedekatriaphobia."

Sky raised his head to stare at Bridge, blinking slowly.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well. I have this theory about you. It involves you having paraskavedekatriaphobia."

"I am not afraid of Friday the thirteenth."

"I'm impressed you actually knew what that meant."

Sky shot Jack a look that clearly said to 'shut up.'

"Not all of us are illiterate enough to be impressed," Sky retorted. He glanced sideways at Bridge. "Now, you on the other hand... I'd love to hear more about this 'theory.'"

"Well," Bridge shrugged, "I've been contemplating it for years. Since we met when we were thirteen."

"You met each other when you were that young? No wonder you're afraid of that number."

"Jack."

"What?"

"Don't speak for thirteen minutes," Sky smirked. Pointedly ignoring Jack, he turned his attention back to the green ranger. "So...?"

"OK, you see... On every Friday the thirteenth you always act like a spineless jerk," Jack looked amused at Bridge's declaration. Sky glowered as Jack mouthed 'spineless jerk?' at him with a silent laugh. "And usually nothing can calm you down or anything except letting you act it out."

"Bridge!"

"Well, its true." Bridge shrugged. "They say that you always feel anxiety on that day."

"When doesn't Sky feel anxiety during a day, anyway?"

"Good point."

"OK, OK, enough. So I get a little anxious. I wouldn't if I was the red ranger, you know." Sky felt like hitting his head against something hard. No one seemed to understand why he acted out. Jack was an okay guy, but he really wasn't red ranger material, even if he could redeem himself on occasion.

"If you were the red ranger, you'd probably be dead right now."

Both Jack and Sky stared at him.

"Say what?"

"Yeah, what Jack asked."

"Don't you guys follow ranger history at all? Geez, Sky, and you always go on about how your dad was the first red ranger."

"Your point?" Sky asked. He tried to piece together why it mattered about his father. Bridge was so... peculiar sometimes.

"Squad A has the 12th red ranger for the SPD Academy."

"Yeah, so...?"

"That makes Squad B the 13th."

Sky rolled his eyes. "Don't start into triskaidekaphobia now."

"What's 'triskaidekaphobia'?" Jack asked, curiously. This conversation was SO weird.

"The fear of just the number thirteen."

"You know, this Friday is the thirteenth."

Jack opened and closed his mouth. "Pfft. You guys don't actually believe this, do you?"

"Hey Sky, remember that story your dad used to tell us? About how he fell out of the window in the MegaZord? I looked it up and that day was the thirteenth."

"Your dad must've been a bad red..." Jack trailed off on the look on Sky's face. "Just coincidence, Bridge."

"He may be onto something," Sky said. He furrowed his brow. "Dr. Manx said our own Zords will be out this week. She doesn't know when the repairs from last night's battle will be done." He paused. "There are cracks all over it."

"You guys are bogus."

"Bogus, maybe. Crazy, yes. But Jack... watch out." Bridge's face was the mask of sincerity.

"I'm getting out of here!" Jack threw his arms up in the air and stalked off. When observed, everyone would wonder about the slight tremble.