Author's Note: So I haven't finished watching all of the series, so I'm not sure how Bridge's psychic powers work exactly. I'm not sure they even full elaborate on them in the series. I made my own theory on what goes on under Bridge's gloves after reading Blackie Frogz "Ramblings of a Me". It works for my story, so I'm going with it. :-p Also, I'm going on the assumption that S.P.D. is somehow like Hogwarts and folks like Bridge, Sky and Syd were enrolled when they were 11. With Bridge making statements indicating that he is 21, that means Bridge, Sky and Syd have been together for 10 years.

Thank you to my reviewers! You make me smile with my heart! Luff. Also, I hope to write another chapter tomorrow (or today, depending on your time zone, as it's 11:21pm right now) and get it posted.

Chapter 3: Blue v. Green, Round 2

"This is crazy," Sky muttered to himself as he stormed down the halls again, retracing his steps back to his room. "And Jack's crazy. Mad. Psychotic. Why am I letting this get to me?"

He halted in the middle of the hallway, an idea clicking into form in his brain like a light bulb. Okay, so Bridge wanting to date someone was getting to him, for what reason he had not figured out yet, but he was not about to let Jack get a laugh out of it. The easiest way around this would be to act totally calm. Go talk to Bridge. Give him some generic advice. Bridge would forgive him without Sky ever even having to say he was sorry, and Jack would have nothing to back up his jealousy claim. Bridge would probably screw things up with Sophie anyway, or back out in fear, or never make a move in the first place. Or be too busy for a girlfriend. Yeah. It would be easier to figure out why he was stressing over Bridge if Jack was out of the picture. If he had a week to acclimate himself to the whole Bridge and Sophie idea, he could repress his emotions until he was over it and everything would be fine. But Jack would not let him repress, and so Jack had to be taken out of the equation.

Sky shot a hand out and latched onto the shoulder of a passing cadet. "Bridge Carson," he snapped. The younger boy only gulped and blinked at the blue ranger, half in awe and half in fear. "Where is Bridge Carson?" Sky repeated, clipping out each word. The cadet shook himself out of his stupor and squeaked, "I think I saw him in the cafeteria." Sky nodded his thanks and changed course, striding down the corridor to his left and leaving the cadet to massage the tender shoulder which was now probably going to bruise from Sky's grip.

Tate stepped through the doorway into the cafeteria and froze when he saw Bridge and Sophie walking together towards a table. Damn it. I can't talk to Bridge about Sophie when Sophie is standing there. But I can't just let this sit or Jack will make some snide comment and I'll be forced to kill him. The blue ranger saw his opportunity in two female cadets that entered the room right after him. He stepped back to allow them to pass him, and used his attempt at etiquette to hide himself from Bridge's glance. He snuck his way to an out of the way table, and prepared to wait for duo to separate so he could speak to Bridge immediately.

Sky did not understand what his emotions were doing to him. He never understood emotions at all really. He always repressed them in order to focus on work and his performance. Wasting time to figure out how he felt about things never made sense to him. And it suddenly dawned on the blue ranger that watching Bridge and Sophie laugh together at a table across the room was not the best course of action for someone who never learned to deal with his emotions. Especially from the vantage point he had chosen. He had a direct viewing angle of Bridge's face. He had never considered how much Bridge really did look like a puppy dog sometimes, or how cute he was when he smiled.

Cute? What the hell Tate? You're a Ranger, not Romeo. Stop swooning like a girl. You have a mission to accomplish.

Sky shook his head and refocused on Sophie and Bridge. Bridge, who was so cute when he laughed. Bridge, who was … taking off his glove?

Sky felt sick. His throat closed up on him as if he were about to cry, but his eyes ached with a lack of tears. His stomach felt cold. Bridge was going to take off his gloves off in a crowded room to feel Sophie's aura. What the hell was he thinking? Sky knew how sensitive Bridge's powers were. It was one thing for Bridge to track the traces of evil after a criminal had left the scene, but reading someone was different. Bridge's psychic powers were like the hearing on a dog. When focused, he could hear the footsteps of evil men because he attuned his hearing to that frequency. But to just take off his glove and read someone's aura in a crowded room was like setting a dog in from of three speakers and blasting rock music through at the highest volume. What if someone in the room was having a bad day? Or someone's mother had died and was depressed? Bridge was just going to subject himself to all those high-intensity emotions at point blank range because it was Sophie?

The green ranger rarely used his powers in situations outside of S.P.D. investigations, and even then he was careful about where he waved his hands. He never even took his gloves off in their bunk, when it was just him and Sky, not even to go to sleep. And because it was Sophie he was going to subject himself to the thoughts, feelings, emotions of an entire roomful of people. It made Sky sick. And cheated. Bridge wouldn't take his gloves off in front of Sky, but for Sophie it was okay? Ever since Bridge had entered the Academy, Sky had been his roommate and friend. But a pretty face was now apparently enough incentive for Bridge to relax and put himself at risk. It wasn't fair. Outrage clawed at Sky's chest. He practically ran from the cafeteria, completely missing Sophie's refusal of Bridge's naked hand. All Sky wanted was to crawl away somewhere and lick his wounds.

Having a cute girl smile at him was more important than a friendship of ten years. How dare he connect on so personal a level with her...

And not with me.

Sky could not figure out what made him feel more wretched: the thought of Bridge and Sophie, the thought of Bridge not connecting with him, or the thought that Jack was right.

He was jealous.