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Well, this is story fifteen. This was requested by white time ranger.

Okay, I guess this story takes place in that small amount of time after Time Force but before Forever Red. Or you can just assume it's in an AU where Forever Red never happened. Whatever you prefer.

Happy New Year.

Wes and Andros

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

Wes yawned broadly as he doodled. He had been stuck in the Silver Guardians' main office for practically forever. He had already sharpened all of the pencils, rearranged the filing system, and made five prank calls. Darn that Eric for asking Wes to watch things for him so he could have a half-hour for lunch. Especially when it cut into his own two-hour lunch.

Just then, the door opened. "Uh, hello? Excuse me?" asked Andros. The long-haired Kerovian stepped into the room. "Is this where I can sign up to be a S…S….S…ilver Guardian?" He practically choked on the word. As soon as they had returned to Earth after their victory over Dark Spectre, his so-called best friend had him arrested for the murder of Zordon. Luckily, no one could prove that Zordon had even existed so all charges were dropped.

Wes looked up in mid-yawn. "No, this is where you can sign up to be a cyclobot." Only ten minutes to go and this joker had to show up. Besides, Wes realized ruefully, he had already filled in all of the applications with fake names and addresses. He wondered how long it would take Eric and his Dad to figure out that Jack D. Ripper and Cindy Rella weren't real applicants.

Andros leaned forward and gripped Wes by the collar. "Look, buddy, I'm having enough problems as it is. My wife just left me for that stupid soccer nut. Just because I look better than her in a dre…uh…I mean…" Andros blanched for a second. "Well, she's just jealous, that's all!"

"Yeah, thanks for sharing," murmured Wes. "So, I guess I should take some information. Name?"

"Andros."

"Andros what?"

"Uh, just Andros."

Wes sighed. "Look, I can't sign you up for the Silver Guardians if you won't even tell me your full name. I mean, what if we have more than one Andros here? How would we tell the two of you apart?" Wes felt just a little bit impatient. He had just thought of another great phone prank, but instead had to waste his time with this idiot.

"Look, first, it is highly unlikely you're going to have someone else with my name. Second, my last name doesn't really transfer nicely from Kerovian to Earthian…Earther….er….Earthling? Third," finished Andros and he crossed his arms. "Don't you even know who I am?" He and the other Space Rangers had really benefited from their identities being revealed. Practically everyone on Earth and KO35 had seen him on the different talk shows and hair care product commercials.

"Yeah, you're Andros the Red Space Ranger. Big deal," yawned Wes yet again. "No last name, no membership."

"Fine," Andros groaned, "it's…." He leaned in closely and whispered something in Wes' ear.

SMACK!!! "Not in a million years! I don't swing that way." Wes glared at Andros. "Didn't your mom ever wash out that filthy mouth of yours with soap?"

"Well, I don't know what eating one of Earth's most delicious delicacies has to do with this," moaned Andros and he put his hand to his sore cheek. "But I told you my last name doesn't sound nice in your language."

"Whoops," said Wes, "you're right. Sorry about that." He looked thoughtfully at the paper. "Let's just put you down as Andros from KO35, Okay? Now, tell me in one hundred words or less why you want to join the 'snicker' illustrious' Silver Guardians." Some illustrious group, half of them didn't even know enough to keep their blasters pointed away from themselves. Every other day he was sending someone to the infirmary with self-inflicted flesh wounds.

"Oh, well, uh," began Andros hesitantly. "I just want to serve my country in a worthy manner, that's all."

Wes broke out in laughter. "Now that's the lamest thing I've heard all day. You're not an American. Hell, you're not even Earthian…Earther…darn! Now I'm going to wonder about that all afternoon. Thanks a lot."

"Well, who'd want to be anyway?" asked Andros indignantly. "At least we don't have rampant pollution, constant war, and reality TV on KO35." He leaned forward. "Do you really want to know why I want to join your little soldier group?" he whispered in a conspirational tone.

Wes looked around perplexedly. "Why are you whispering? There's no one else here."

Andros ignored this. "Do you really, really want to know?"

"Well, I do have to collect information in order to process your applica…"

"Do you really, really, really want to…?"

"Aaagghh!" cried Wes as he shoved Andros away. "Enough already! Just tell me why you want to join the Silver Guardians."

Andros fidgeted a bit and looked down. "Well, the thing is, I uh…lost my powers and I need to get them back."

"I still don't see how joining us will help you get your powers back." Wes leaned back. "I mean just because you lost them for blabbing your identity to the whole world doesn't mean…"

Andros face turned dark. "Look, GuppyFace, every idiot knows that I did NOT blab my identity. Our suits disappeared when Zordon's wave passed over us."

"Ah, but according to my fourth cousin twice removed, Farkis, you were still on the ship when it happened," pointed out Wes nonchalantly. "You could've grabbed something to cover your head with."

Andros began to seethe. "I had my sister's body with me…"

"Ooh, kink…"

Andros shoved the desk hard into Wes. "Don't even finish that thought. I was carrying what I thought was my sister's dead body at that time. I was distraught. Why, in God's name would I even think of covering my face? Besides, we didn't really lose our powers. We were just forcibly demorphed at the time."

"C..c…can't b…b…reathe" sputtered Wes as the metal draw handle jammed into his ribs.

"Oh, sorry about that," apologized Andros as he pulled the desk back. "Now, as I was saying, I want to get my powers back."

"But, you just said you didn't really lose your powers," began Wes a bit hesitantly. He would definitely assign this nutjob to Eric's unit rather than his own.

"Yeah well," Andros ducked his head again in embarrassment. "I lost them in a game of space poker against my sister who then gave them to my former best friend who sold them on the Internet to some crazy named Alex who claimed to have once been a Power Ranger." He took a deep breath before continuing. "But he also claimed to be from the future, so that can't be right."

Wes has perked up at this. Alex? Looking for new powers? Why? There must be some grave threat to Earth or even the Galaxy in the future. Perhaps alien mutant robots would be attacking. Or maybe the threat would come from demonic space pirates. "Did this 'Alex' say why he wanted your powers?" questioned Wes.

Andros snorted derisively. "According to Zhane, he said he missed how he looked in tight spandex and really wanted to impress some old flame or fiancée or something."

"Over my dead body," murmured Wes angrily. Jen would soon be his, well after he figured out a way to freeze himself or build a time machine or something. For not the first time, he mentally smacked himself for not hiding Circuit before the others left. The little owl-robot thingy would have been a big help with Wes' plans.

"Anyway," Andros continued, unaware of Wes' sudden anger, "only a real moron would believe such a story. A man from the future? What next? Floating islands? Talking guinea pigs?" Andros picked up a pen and began fiddling with it. "Nope, obviously Zhane just wanted to keep my powers and throw me off track with such a cockamamie story. As if he'd look less doofy in red than he already does in silver." He put the pen down and looked Wes in the eye. "So I need to get some training so I can pound my powers out of his sorry ass."

"Well, I uh don't think my dad…uh I mean Mr. Collins will approve of such a reason for…" he squirmed uncomfortably under Andros' examining gaze.

"Oh…my….God!" whispered Andros. "I should've seen it before."

"What? Do I have a booger hanging out of my nose?" Wes began rubbing his nose with his sleeve.

"How could I let such a bad dye job fool me? Zhane showed me a picture of this so-called Alex. A guy in a phony space suit with a bad hair dye job." He pointed accusingly at Wes. "You…you're in cahoots with Zhane aren't you? I bet you paid him off so you could be a Power Ranger."

"Uh, maybe I'm just an ancestor?" stated Wes truthfully yet hesitantly. He jumped up as the stapler whooshed pass his left ear. "Besides? Why would I need some stale old powers when I have my own?" With that, he quickly morphed into his Red Time Force Ranger costume.

Andros face now blanched. "You…you…altered my suit!!!" he screamed. "My wonderful Red Ranger suit! You bastard! How dare you defile the Red Powers! If Zordon were here, he zap your sorry ass!"

"Well, then maybe you shouldn't have murdered him! Yipes!" cried Wes as the whole filing cabinet flew passed his right ear. "I don't think you need any training at all." He yanked his blaster out. "D…don't make me use…"

WHAP! Andros snatched the weapon away. "Give me my suit back…NOW!!!!"

"Ow! That hurt!" sobbed Wes. "I'm telling! Daaaaaad!" He ran out of the office.

"Get the hell back here!!!" shouted Andros.

The other workers of Biolab were soon treated to the sight of the Red Time Force Ranger being chased by a seething long-haired man.