Author's Note:

1. Haha! Admire my clever, punny title!

2. I do not own PRSPD; BVE does. BVE is owned by Disney, however, and I did work for Disney. So technically, as creative property, this fic belongs to Disney anyway. Hmph.

3. I'm rather new to the fandom and without a beta. Most of my friends are either A) too unfamiliar with PR to serve as a good beta or B) reacting violently to my sudden interest in PR. ("What are you? 5?") So if anyone wants to volunteer, I would be most appreciative and more than happy to return the favor. Shoot me an email. Reviews and input will earn you Bridge-shaped cookies and my eternal love. Ciao.

Chapter 1: Blue v. Green, Round 1

Sky sat on his bed, mulling over some performance evaluations for the D Squad cadets.

Bridge sat on his head, mulling over giant gophers and something similar to Sky's thoughts.

"Hey Sky," the green ranger called, blinking as he focused his upside-down gaze on his roommate. "What do you think about Sophie?"

The blue ranger nodded his head slightly in approval. "I think I agree with your recommendation to make her a computer intern at the command center. She's pretty competent, for a member of D Squad." Saying so, Sky signed off on Bridge's recommendation, shut the metal notebook and added it to the small pile of notebooks that had already met with Sky's approval.

"No … well, yeah, that's true," Bridge responded, nodded his head as much as he could form his position. "But I mean, you know, as a person."

Sky frowned slightly as he moved onto the last notebook sitting to his right. "I'm hardly surprised to hear myself say this, but I don't follow." He flipped the notebook open and started to skim his notes on the next cadet. Once he finished looking over this, he could send them off to Jack for his final O.K. Then maybe he could hit the gym for a second bout of training exercise.

"You know," Bridge answered with light whine to his voice. "Like, as a girl, or a friend, or a … "

Sky blinked in surprise. Blue eyes shot up to fix on his roommate, and he could barely hide the shift in his voice as his throat clenched in shock. "Girlfriend?"

Bridge blushed slightly, or maybe it was just the blood rushing to his head from being upside-down so long. "Yeah, maybe. But probably more as just a friend first."

The blue ranger continued to stare at Bridge in silence. Well, duh Sky. He's a guy. She's a girl. She's fairly pretty and knows a lot about computers. Of course Bridge would form a crush on her. He hasn't really talked about any girls, or guys, before. It would be weird if he didn't show some interest in others. Romantic interest.

"Uh, Sky?"

Then why are you flipping out? Why are you having this mental monologue? Why is Bridge staring at you like that? Oh, yeah, you're supposed to be talking.

"Huh?"

"Sophie. As a friend. Who is a girl. And may become a girlfriend. What do you think?"

Sky coughed to loosen the tightening in his throat and moved his gaze back to the evaluation before him, although the words didn't make any sense to him. "She's not my type."

Bridge laughed and flipped over, repositioning himself to the edge of his bunk. "Not you. Me." The green ranger sucked softly on his bottom lip as he waited for Sky's response. He desperately wanted his friend's honest opinion. He rarely — make that never – went after girls. He always overanalyzed the situation and lost his chance in doing so, or chickened out. But he felt something different in Sophie. He wanted to reach out to her. But he needed some reinforcement and some assistance. After all, he'd never done this before. He didn't want to mess up royally.

Sky continued to stare at the evaluation in front of him for a long time, considering the situation. He had honestly never thought about Bridge dating. He had never seen the need to consider what girls would be good for him or not. He wasn't Bridge's wingman! Suddenly, sincere confusion became annoyance. Sky was trying to do work here. Important, S.P.D. work. Well, semi-important. And Bridge was asking him about girls? Bridge was his roommate and his teammate. He had never asked for this kind of assistance from Sky before. Why did he think that Sky could suddenly become the dating guru for him? This wasn't in his job description!

"There are consequences to dating within S.P.D." Sky found himself speaking without thinking about from where the words had come. "The handbook states, section 6, article 5.2, that while cadet/ranger fraternization is not prohibited, strict disciplinary actions will be enforced should said fraternization interfere in any way with cadet/ranger performance. Futhermore, section 6, article 5.4 states that relationship that influences cadet/ranger standing within performance rankings will result in immediate suspension and/or expulsion." The blue ranger paused in his diatribe, glancing briefly up to see the hurt and confused expression on Bridge's face. He immediately went back to the review, placing his signature at the bottom of the page. "If you begin a romantic relationship with Sophie, I'm afraid your recommendation for her internship would be invalidated, and you could both potentially be kicked out."

"Sky," Bridge started softly. "Don't rulebook me. You know this has nothing to do with Sophie interning at the command center. You know I wouldn't do something like that."

The blue ranger shut the notebook with a sharp snap, angrily throwing it into the four other metal pieces. "What am I supposed to say? I'm not some kind of ladies' man! What do I look like? Jack?"

Bridge considered his friend quietly, then stood and reached for the notebooks. "Not a bad idea, Sky."

"What?" Tate frowned and watched Bridge. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to bring these to Jack, since you're done with them, and ask his opinion, since I'm done listening to yours."

Sky noted the stiffness in Bridge's body as he strode out the door of their dorm, notebooks in arm and gaze firmly focused forward. He knew that what he had said had not been the best thing to say, but now the realization of how he had hurt his roommate suddenly broke over him like a wave of guilt.

Damn it, Tate, what did you do?