Title: All That Was Left Was Red
Series: All That Was Left Was Color Series
Author: Cassandra Hunter
Category: Power Rangers
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Plot: A look inside the head of Conner McNight.
Notes: Set after Senior Year. Actually all of them are. I didn't realize that the Dino Thunder series was set in their Junior year. Sorry. Reviews are appreciated. Big fan of them. Don't like flames, though. I am speaking to one person in particular. I like Kim and she is usually in many of my stories. So if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.
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Conner McNight frowned as he dropped the bucket and the water hose on the ground. The one time that he let his brother borrow his car. He was never letting Eric near it again. He wondered where Eric took the thing to get so much mud on it. And... was that branches sticking out the back of it? Eric was never going to even get to look at the car again.
He would never understand how Eric got back into the wind academy.
Right. Conner looked around. He knew that he sat the soap somewhere. Soap, soap, where did he put that stupid soap? Flipping on the faucet, Conner aimed it at the car. Unfortunately, he didn't look where he was aiming it.
"Crap!" He tossed the hose to the side.
Okay, first rule of washing a car.
Make sure that the windows are rolled up.
Conner hoped that he hadn't messed anything up. He threw open the door and sat in the drivers seat. Very stupid. The seat was wet. He grimaced and rolled up the windows. Water, water, everywhere. At least Eric hadn't done any damage in here. No it was Conner that had done that damage. Ironic.
Something caught his eye. It was peaking out of from under the seat. Conner reached over and pulled it out. At least the water hadn't managed to hit this. Ethan would have killed him. He really loved that thing. Well, at least now he could tell Ethan that he had found the missing laptop.
Ethan. If anyone had told him that Ethan James would one day be one of his best friends, he would have laughed. Hard. And mockingly. Wow, now that he thought about it, Ethan was right. He really had been a jerk. Though Ethan had used much harsher words.
Still, Ethan had been acting a little strange lately. Conner couldn't help but wonder why. With a little help from Hayley, Ethan had gotten into MIT with full scholarships. He still seemed a little upset last time they talked. Maybe it was because of Devon and Cassidy? Unlikely. Could he be upset about leaving high school? No. Not possible. He knew for a fact that Ethan was ecstatic about going to MIT. It was all he could talk about for weeks. Conner could feel the start of a headache coming on. Okay, the time for pondering the questions were not now.
Conner deposited the laptop on the front porch, clunking the door behind him. He flinched as the sound echoed through out the yard. Maybe he should have taken Trent's advice and traded the thing in a long time ago. Still, he could have done with out the hunk-of-junk comment from Kira.
He grabbed the water and sent it, once again, at the car. Only this time he looked at where he was sending it. Much better results. Moments later, he was scrubbing down the car.
After Conner had managed to untangle the branches and rinse off a couple layers of mud, he stood back to examine the work. A defiant improvement. Unfortunately there was still covered in mud. Just not as much. He silently contemplated dragging one of the others over here to help him. Let's see... Kira was spending the day with her cousin... He wasn't about to ask Dr. O... No one had seen Ethan all day... So that left Trent. Come to think of it he couldn't ask Trent either. Trent was spending quality time with his father.
Trent. He would admit that he hated Trent at one point in time. But that time had long past. The white loving teen had become on of Conner's closest friends. And he hadn't hated Trent because he had been unmistakably evil. It had been because Trent had been intent of destroying the people he cared about. The fact that he had been attacking the town hadn't helped either. He couldn't help but wonder if Kira and Trent were going to keep up with their "secret" romance when they went to their respectful colleges.
Oh, yeah, everyone knew about the supposedly secret relationship between the two. It was kinda hard to miss it. Their extreme jumpiness around each other, the way they seemed to avoid any unnecessary contact, the way they blushed when someone walked into a room that had just previously housed the two of them. The last one had brought some unnecessarily, if slightly suggestive, comments from Ethan.
He could feel his protective streak for Kira taking hold. Not that he didn't think Trent wasn't good enough for her or anything. He knew that they seemed to be a prefect match, that they seemed to be on the same wave length most of the time. It was just the little-sister syndrome (as Hayley liked to call it) coming to the surface.
Conner began humming a familiar tune. It was one of Kira's songs. He wondered what she was planning to do with her music degree when she graduated.
With all the talk about college, Conner couldn't help but go over his plans. He had gotten a full soccer scholarship. Ethan, Kira, and Trent had been questioning him incessantly about what he was planning to major in. Even Dr. O had been asking. Some nonsense about not being able to rely on soccer and needing a back up plan. Not that he would tell the others, openly anyway, but he was majoring in... well, apparently Dr. O had made more of an impression then the others expected. He was majoring in archeology.
That's right. Archeology. Ha! The others (excluding Dr. O) would never stop laughing if he deemed it necessary to tell them. He got enough of it from his brother. And his mother and father. Conner was not about to bring more of it on to himself. Maybe in the future.
Really, it was the whole Dinosaur thing that interested him. His interest in all other was mediocre at best. Still, it did interest him.
Maybe, he should talk to Dr. O about this. He was the dino guy. And he did have the degree. He knew Dr. O wouldn't mock him. Well, much anyway.
"Yo, Conner, it's time to eat." A voice called from the doorway.
Conner turned to his brother. "Coming."
Eric frowned, reading his brother's expression. "What's up?"
"Nothing." Was the reply.
"Whatever." Eric muttered before returning to the house once again with a shake of his head.
Conner shook his head and pushed the thoughts away, rinsing the car down one last time. He looked over the car and gave a happy nod, the muck and grime gone.
All that was left was red.