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Author's Note: This is my first Syd/Sky story or, rather, collection of drabbles. I would really appreciate feedback. Try to be nice, though:) And I just want to let you guys (readers and reviewers) know that I really appreciate all the comments you've given me so far.

Written in response to the Ars Amatoria Romance Themes Challenge.

Set post-"Endings".

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Chance

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"Life," said Syd perkily, reading out from a magazine on which her face graced the front cover, "Is a game of chance. Of luck. Of fate. Hmm… do you guys agree with that?"

Bridge looked up. "I don't know, Syd, I mean it depends on a lot, doesn't it? What if—?"

"No, no, no, no Bridge talk," Syd said good-humouredly, shaking her curly blond head. "Come on, we'll come back to you later or we'll be here forever! Z, what about you? What do you think of this whole thing?"

"I'm with Bridge… it's totally an I-don't-know sort of thing. Jack?"

"I believe in fate, yeah, totally. Think about it, you guys," said the former Red Ranger, who was paying them a visit. He set aside his tiny model of the Megazord and looked up at them with an expression that indicated he was definitely going to argue his case for this one. "Remember telling me you wanted to be a part of something bigger, Z? And what do you know? That very afternoon, we become SPD!"

"Okay, he has a point," Z nodded, while Bridge looked very thoughtful.

Syd watched Sky. His response was the one she was most interested in. "Sky?"

"I disagree," Sky said, not looking up from his book, "I think a man makes his own luck, his own fate."

"You don't believe in natural luck at all?"

"Nope," he glanced up at her, eyes speculative. "It doesn't exist."

Syd sprang up from her seat, discarding the magazine, ever-eager to take up a challenge and prove her point against their new Red Ranger. "Care to test that out, Sky Tate?" she questioned, sparkling, and then turned to Bridge. "Do you have an ordinary coin with you, Bridgey?"

He handed one over, looking terribly amused for some reason. Jack and Z looked equally intrigued by the behaviour of their two friends.

"Heads or tails?" Syd asked Sky.

"Heads. Why?"

"The classic game of chance, Sky. Heads you win, tails you lose."

He quirked an eyebrow. "Win or lose what?"

"Let these guys decide. It makes it much more exciting."

"Oooh," said Jack excitedly. "I'm going to love this, I can so tell. Okay, I got it, I got it! If Syd wins, Sky, you've got to go shopping with her for three hours straight. Okay?" Sky groaned, but didn't kick up too much of a fuss, which made Jack and Z exchanged humorous looks.

"And, Syd," said Bridge, "If Sky wins, he gets to kiss you."

"BRIDGE!"

But Syd turned to Sky, blue eyes wide. "What's the matter, Sky? Afraid?"

He watched her steadily, and she felt a flash of electricity, like a fiery bolt, shoot between them. Then Sky shrugged and said in an emotionless voice: "Flip the coin!"

Holding her breath, Syd flipped it and caught it deftly.

"Tails!" she said, conscious of a strange and strong feeling of disappointment. "I win! And that's three hours for you, Schuyler Tate! Oh, and you didn't get to kiss me either. What does that tell you about your natural luck?"

Sky watched her for a long, charged moment and then he leaned in and unceremoniously kissed her, melting his mouth into hers in one heart-stopping, knee-weakening kiss that tingled from head to toe. Syd was so shocked, so captivated, so fascinated, that all she could do was just kiss him back. Not that it required an effort or anything.

Then Sky pulled back. "Like I said," he said, his voice giving away the fact that he was affected at all, "I make my own luck."

And very calmly, he walked out of the rec. room as if nothing had happened, leaving Bridge, Z and Jack howling with laughter at Syd's expression of stupefied shock and mingled giddy happiness. But she didn't care.

All she could think about was how much she loved games of chance.

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