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. Thanks to Joe Rovang and SirStack for their Writer's Guide to the Power Rangers Universe which I rely on a lot.

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

This is story number fifty. Counting the stories under 'When Rangers Meet,' I've written one-hundred pairings to date. Please note that this will be the last story under the title of 'More of When Rangers Meet.' There will be more pairings, just under a new title.

I added a tiny Christmas reference at the end.

Ethan and Kat

by

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

"Hello? May I help you?" asked Ethan with a barely suppressed yawn. Only one week at this stupid job and already he was bored beyond tears. What the hell had happened to his dreams of being a game programmer and making a million dollars by his twenty-fifth birthday? Oh yeah, some red-clad idiot had interfered with the program he was sending to all of the big programming companies. Ethan hadn't realized until it was too late that Conner had somehow downloaded a major virus while responding to an e-mail spam advertising enlargement in a certain bodily area. Ethan was still reeling from the lawsuits he had received from several of the companies that had to close down for over a day just to clean out the damage.

The blonde woman looked around cautiously. "Well, I'm not sure...no...maybe I shouldn't be here. I mean, he'll come back, right? Just because he packed everything up and moved away from Angel Grove without so much as leaving me a forwarding address, doesn't mean he isn't still interested in me. Just because he sent me a note saying not to follow him or call him doesn't mean he isn't just playing hard to get. Just because..."

"Look, Lady," moaned an exasperated Ethan. "Do you want to join our computer dating service or not? I've got other customers waiting," he fibbed. No one used this fly-by-night service unless they were very desperate. In fact, this woman was the first customer he had seen since he had started. But, nevertheless, Ethan was not in the mood to hear all that non-stop babbling.

Kat sighed. "Very well, I supposed it wouldn't hurt to try this place. I mean, it's not like I need it, I can get a date anytime I want."

"Oh, really? Then why are you here?" asked Ethan.

Kat decided not to reply to this question. It was just too embarrassing. She, of all people, having to rely on a dating service just to find a new man. She had decided that it was because they all felt she was too beautiful and graceful for them. The fact that Tommy had threatened to pound anyone who so much as looked at her while he was dating her and that no other guy dared to take a chance even years after he had left, didn't even occur to her.

"Here, fill this out." Ethan shoved an application at her. "Then I'll put the information into my computer and see what we come up with." He couldn't believe how old-fashioned and impractical this place was.

Kat began filling out the form. But soon she was staring at the questions in dismay. "My weight?" Her eyes began to tear up.

"Oh that," said Ethan nonchalantly. "Most girls just leave it blank. Don't know why they even bother to ask."

But Kat was too busy crying to hear him. "I...I...I'm so fat!" she wailed. "I should never have become a ballerina...I should take a job as a blimp in the Macy's Day Parade! I...oh wait, that's right" She wiped her eyes with a sigh of relief. "I already learned to accept my weight during my time as a Turbo Ranger. Wow, it's getting hard to keep all those lessons straight in my head.."

Ethan just stared at her oddly. "You were a Turbo Ranger? They made someone as insane as you into a Turbo Ranger?" He continued to stare at her. "Wait, you look familiar." Ethan went to his laptop and typed in a password. A few seconds later Tommy's information about all the Ranger teams was playing on the screen.

"HEY!" shouted Kat in shock. "How'd you get that? That's top secret stuff." She was relieved that no one else was in the room.

"Dr. Oliver left it for us to see just before Mesagog captured him," answered the younger man who was studying the screen.

"Dr...Oliver? Tommy?" Kat shook her head at the thought. "Nah, it couldn't be. The guy was always failing his high school courses. If it weren't for Billy feeding him the answers during the Junior year finals..."

"So, that explains Dr. O's inability to develop lesson plans and score tests without Hayley there helping him." Ethan stopped pressing the mouse button. "Oh! You were a Ranger! Hard to believe."

"Told you," sniffed Kat, her nose just a bit out of joint.

"Oh, and there's an information page for each Ranger." He clicked on the link under Kat's name.

"This is Katherine Hilliard, the second Pink Morphing Ranger, the Pink Zeo Ranger and the first Pink Turbo Ranger," came the male voice.

"It IS Tommy," sighed Kat in ecstasy.

Tommy's narrative continued. "...and not only is she the most useless Ranger ever, she never stopped bugging me. Help, Tommy. Help, Tommy.. Toooooommmmmmeeeeee!" came Dr. O's voice in a high pitched falsetto.

"WHAT THE HELL?" spat Kat.

Ethan just gawked in astonishment at his former mentor's odd behavior.

"And don't get me started on how she managed to trick me into dating her. All it took was a forged letter telling me my wonderful girlfriend, Kimberly didn't love me anymore."

"But, how did he know?"

"I can't believe it took me six years to realize the postmark on the envelope was from Angel Grove."

"I can't believe you figured that out at all, you idiot!" Kat snapped back at the laptop.

"So, now she is an old maid because no one else wants her. While, I am in Florida with my..." He suddenly broke out into laughter. "Kim! Cut that out! I'm recording here. You know I'm ticklish there." The laughter continued, this time mixed with the sounds of feminine giggling.

"So, that's where Dr. O. went off to after we destroyed Mesagog." Ethan tried to keep the vision of his former science teacher 'getting it on' out of his mind. The thought was just too disgusting.

"Old maid, huh?" stated Kat blankly. "I'll show him 'old maid!' She grabbed the form and quickly finished it. Then she shoved it at Ethan.

Ethan looked at it. In large print, she had written ANY and ALL GUYS! NO Preferences. "Well, that will certainly get results. Are you sure...?"

"Yes! I will have a large harem of men. I will make that jerk so jealous that he'll come running back to me," laughed Kat maniacally.

Ethan backed up slowly. "But ANY guy? What if you wind up with some nutjob? I mean someone nuttier than you, that is?"

"Whatever, it takes," responded Kat. "I'd even take someone like you. Mistletoe!" she announced, pointing to the sprig that was hanging over the spot Ethan had backed into.

"But," sputtered Ethan as he backed up into the wall. Darn his boss for hanging the stupid thing there. Just because it was almost Christmas. He grimaced as Kat grabbed him and kissed him.

"That's one!" she cried. Then Kat grabbed the mistletoe sprig. She ran out of the door with it and down the street. "Mistletoe! Hey! Wanna kiss me? No? How about you? And how about you?"

Ethan listened to her voice as it faded away with a goofy grin on his face. "Wow, blondes really are more fun." He grabbed his cell phone and tapped in a number. "Hello? Cassidy? Oh, Devon, it's you. No, this isn't Ethan. No, I'm not trying to steal your girlfriend. No, I'm not lying to you." Ethan winced at the berating he received for the next half-hour.