Disclaimer: I don't own the Power Rangers. So don't try to buy them from me. Please don't get all offended because I mocked your favorite Ranger. I try to mock them all. Besides, it's just for fun. I really do enjoy the show :). 'Hi" to all from AFPR…especially my fellow Psychos. Please let me know if I make any errors. I have no difficulty with receiving constructive criticism.

If you haven't done so, please read the first fifty stories in "When Rangers Meet." Thanks.

Ok, I'm really not a slash lover...but this does have a hint of it. Sorry, but I just couldn't resist.

This is story number twenty-five. Wow! I'm halfway through this set of stories :). Oh, and it was requested by Crimson Mystery.

Wes and Sky

by

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

"Ding dong."

"Coming!" called Wes as he threw another dart.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."

"All right already!" hollered Wes as he angrily tossed one last dart as he swung around. The throw went wild and the dart bounced off his personal shrine to the love of his life. Luckily, Eric's framed picture didn't crack. "Yeeeoooowww!" screeched Wes as the dart landed in his backside.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."

Wes swang the door open as he rubbed his sore posterior. "What the hell is your problem?" he growled at the younger man who was wearing some kind of strange blue and gray uniform.

Sky looked up from his incessant polishing of the tarnished doorbell and put his silver polish back in his pocket with a bit of reluctance. A few more minutes and he would've had it up to regulation standards. But he quickly remembered his purpose for coming to Silver Hills. "DADDY!" he cried.

"Look, I'm in the middle of something. I don't need any more recruits for the Silver Guardians." Wes and Eric were already having difficulties finding positions for all of the young men and women who had joined since he had helped defeat Ransik almost twenty years ago. Unfortunately, he still wasn't able to find a loophole in the fine print of the iron-clad contracts that denied retirement to all the old-timers...including himself. His dad was a stickler for commitment. "There is some other new fangled outer space thingy somewhere else. DPS or PDS or something, I think. You may want to check that out...wait...what'd you call me?"

"DADDY!" repeated Sky enthusiastically as he threw himself into the arms of the startled middle-aged man.

"Yeechhh! Get off me!" said Wes as he pried Sky off him. He dove back into the house, but just wasn't quick enough.

"Don't leave me again, Daddy," whined Sky who had followed him in. "It took me years to find you." He held out a framed picture. "All I had to go on was that photograph of you in your Red Ranger uniform."

"What are you talking about?" asked Wes as he flung the photo aside. "I don't have any kids." This was certainly true considering he never managed to get more than a kiss from Jen despite his best pleadings. But she had no problems going back to Alex and having his kids. And she was the only woman he had ever cared for. With a growl, he picked up his darts again and began flinging them at his well-worn Alex dartboard.

"Daddy, why are you throwing darts at yourself?" Sky asked confusedly. "Don't be angry at yourself. You had to abandon me to do your Ranger duties. I understand, I remember you telling me that I had to be a good little Ranger and wait for you."

"I never said that to any kid. What makes you think I'm your father?" Wes decided to ignore the comment about the dartboard. Trying to explain about how he knew about Alex and the other Time Force Rangers always gave him a headache.

"Uh...you're the Red Ranger?" asked Sky tentatively.

"So are a whole bunch of guys," countered Wes. "Why don't you check on them?"

"Well I uh..." Sky shuffled embarrassedly. He didn't want to admit that he had picked Wes because of the potential of an inheritance. "...I was told my dad was the best of the best and you were the only one who fit that description."

"Really?" asked Wes flattered. "Yes!" he cried enthusiastically. "Take that, Jason and Tommy! I'm number one! I'm number one! I'm number one!" He began to dance around.

"Yep," agreed Sky who was now polishing Wes' shrine to the Quantum Ranger. "Commander Cruger always said you were the greatest Red SPD Ranger ever."

"I'm num..." Wes halted in mid-jig on the top of his expensive leather sofa. "Wait, SPD? I was the Red Time Force Ranger. Awww..." he flopped down on the sofa in disappointment. "Yeeooww!" He leapt up, rubbing his still-sore behind and picked up the item he had sat on.

"What's wrong, Daddy?" questioned Sky who was now vacuuming the room.

"You dolt!" announced Wes as he stared at the photo he had flung aside earlier. "This doesn't even look like me." He got up and yanked the plug out of the wall. "And I pay my housekeeper more than enough to do that. Maybe you should see a psychiatrist for those compulsive behaviors of yours."

"But, Daddy..."

"Stop saying that," complained Wes. "I am NOT your father. I have NEVER been your father. I will NEVER be your father. Now go back to SPD and leave me alone!"

Sky dropped the old Red Morpher he had found laying in the corner and had been polishing. "But...but...but..." he burst into tears and flung himself on the floor. "You don't love me! Just because that jerk Cruger made me the Blue Ranger instead of the Red one! I begged him, but he wouldn't listen. And now you hate me because of it! It's not fair!" The fact that he had gotten even with the Commander by hiding his favorite chew toy didn't stop Sky from continuing his tantrum.

Wes looked askance at Sky. He opened his mouth to say something, but then changed his mind. He quietly stepped out of the door and headed for his motorcycle. Maybe he could stay with Eric until he could get the men from the psych ward to remove his unwanted guest.

Five minutes later, Sky stopped crying and kicking the floor. He stood up and looked around at the now empty house. He nonchalantly grabbed the nearest bag and shoved some of the loose knick knacks into it. Regulations be damned. He'd get his inheritance one way or the other. Then he grabbed his cell phone and pressed some numbers.

"Hello? Is this Carter Grayson? It is? DADDY!"