Disclaimer: I don't own anything

Season: The future, possibly post-DT

Pairing: Jason/Trini

Dedication: BloomingViolets

Challenge: Jason/Trini involving cookies and whipped cream

Not Exactly Screaming for Ice Cream

Jason Scott was on a mission. There was no way he could fail. He wouldn't allow himself to fail. His pride, his legacy as the first red ranger, and so much more depended on it. Slowly, carefully, his steady, practiced hand moved…success. Now only one thing remained that would make his masterpiece complete. One thing stood between victory and defeat. With a trained gaze, his dark eyes swept over the plethora of ammunition he had set before him. His eyes widened as he realized the final object standing between his perfection was…missing.

"Honey? Where did you put those Oreos you bought earlier?" Jason's voice floated from the kitchen of his home as he raided all available cabinets and cupboards. His sundae stood unattended, a mound of ice cream and toppings, begging for consumption. Keeping his eyes on the treat, Jason backed away slowly, poking his head around the doorway, calling to his wife.

"Trini? I really need to know! This is a life and death situation!" Unable to contain his patience any longer, Jason set out to find the missing cookies himself. Doors were wrenched open, their contents upended. Nothing. Jason's stomach begged and pleaded for the ranger to finally uncover the elusive treat. The sundae was simply incomplete without crushed Oreos. There was no turning back now. He would succeed. Wrenching open a cupboard by the fridge, the original red ranger yelped as a hoard of pots and pans descended down on his head, knocking him to the ground with a resounding crash, partially toppling the sundae he was attempting to make.

Alerted by the noise, Trini Kwan-Scott poked her head into their kitchen, raising an eyebrow in amusement at her husband clambered from beneath the many cooking utensils. Her delicate features broke into raucous laughter, taking in Jason's appearance.

"What?" Jason looked at her in confusion, unaware of his ridiculous state. Unable to form a coherent sentence, Trini simply pointed, gesturing to the mop of brown hair atop his head.

Frowning, Jason reached up to feel his hair, his face contorting in amusement as his hand was dampened with the sticky white substance, "That's whipped cream in my hair, isn't it?"

Another bout of giggles overcame the yellow ranger, and she nodded. A mischievous smirk came across Jason's face as he observed his wife, "Well, since you find this so funny, why don't you join me?" Snatching up the can of whipped cream from the counter, Jason pressed down on the nozzle, sending a stream of the topping sailing towards his wife, coating her face.

"Oh, you are so gonna pay for that!" Grabbing the bottle of chocolate syrup, Trini lunged at Jason, wrapping him up in a bear hug pouring the contents of the bottle down his torso. Dancing away with a yelp of surprise, Jason narrowed his dark eyes at Trini.

"Okay, now it's on!"

Grasping the spoon coated with chocolate ice cream, Jason flung the offering at his wife who ducked. Retaliating, Trini chased after him, tossing handfuls of sprinkles at the retreating red ranger.

"Hey, do you guys have any steak by any chance?" The tall form of Tommy Oliver poked his head into their kitchen, followed by the pretty face of his fiancée, Kimberly Hart. The couple looked in amusement at the antics of their longtime friends as they chased one another armed with various ice creams and toppings. Eyes widening as Jason's aim went astray, Tommy and Kimberly ducked, dodging the glob of strawberry ice cream that flew in their direction to splatter on the tiger clock near the doorway. Smiling up at her boyfriend, Kimberly shrugged.

"Maybe some other time?"

Nodding in agreement, the black Dino ranger and his fiancée exited as the food fight raged on, seemingly uninterrupted as the original yellow and red rangers paid no attention to the departing couple. Yelps and squeals ensued as the many ice cream products continued to soar through the air.

"Hey, that was unfair!"

"Oh don't make me whip cream you again!"

"Watch out for the china!"

"You are so gonna be doing the laundry after this!"

"Jason! I finally figured out the configuration of that mobile vehicle you wanted to…" Billy Cranston's sentence tapered to silence as the genius halted in the doorway of the kitchen, his timing impeccable as a wad of ice cream sailed down, splattering his blue polo shirt. Kat Cranston appeared beside her husband, taking in the chaotic scene. Billy turned his crystal green eyes first to the pandemonium that was Jason and Trini, next to his wife standing beside him, and finally to the sticky substance soaking into the material of his shirt. Giggling, Kat wiped a glob of ice cream off her husband's shoulder, tasting the treat.

"Hm, chocolate."

Turning to his wife, Billy grinned, "Perhaps this is a rather inopportune time to tell them."

Shaking their heads bemusedly, the pair followed the path of the preceding couple, seeing themselves out as the raging ice cream fight continued with Jason and Trini oblivious to their surroundings.

Finally, out of breath, and out of ammo, the red and yellow rangers slumped against the counter. Trini laid her head against Jason's chest, sighing with exhaustion.

"Well, we have to clean all this up, don't we?"

Jason's head bobbed up and down, surveying the damage they caused. Globs of ice cream dripped from various appliances, syrup smeared against the counter tops, and the entire fridge was coated with whipped cream.

"Hey, Trin?"

His wife shifted her gaze to him, "Yeah?"

"We never did find those Oreos, did we?"

Trini shook her head, plopping it back down on Jason's shoulder, "Nope."

"Oh, okay." Smirking with mischief, Jason brought his hand up, laden with vanilla ice cream, to smear all over Trini's face.

"In that case, I win."

Well, there you go. Another one done. Keep 'em coming! This is so fun! Coming up is a Kira/Conner, my personal favorite pair then a Hunter/Tori, my second favorite. Following that is a Bridge/Z. So let me now what you think, and bring on more!

Roxie