Challenge:
Yeild
Pair: Sky/Z
Disclaimer: Don't own the
Power Rangers, not even an action figure.
Timeframe: This
fic is set after the Take My Hand chapter
"You saved my life."
"You saved my life."
"You dragged me out from under that wall."
"Yes, but if you hadn't used your shield to stop it we would've been squished."
"But you wouldn't have been in that position if you weren't trying to pull me up back onto the roof. When you were trying to save my life"
"True, but the monster might have caused the roof to collapse no matter where I was standing, and if I hadn't fallen with you, I would've been splattered on the sidewalk. So, you saved my life."
Sky grimaced. Z waited patiently.
Sky thought through the scenario from every perspective. He and Z had been having this argument for 20 minutes. She's come down to entertain him since he wasn't a very good patient and they wouldn't release him from the infirmary until the next day. He thought it through over and over. Coming to a decision Sky threw up his hands and said, "I yield...I saved your life." Z smiled brilliantly.
He had no idea why it was so important for her to win this argument. But it seemed like winning would make her happy, and there was no reason for him to fight anymore. Sky was just content to be spending time with Z even if they were having a silly argument; and even though he'd given in on the "who saved who more" debate, he hoped that she would stay. However, internally Sky made a decision – no matter what they argued about next, he would not be the first to yield.
TBC