A/N: Wow, I checked back like an hour or so after Jo posted the first story, and what did I see, one review and two alerts. It's stunning, guess I found something people like. Shout out to my girl Jo for staying up to one o'clock to look over my stuff. I can't post here because of, well, stuff, but I can e-mail stuff to Jo, who puts it up for me.

E/N: (Editor's Note) This is going somewhere, and if he doesn't finish, I can, and will, beat him with rubber tubes. I swear on Elthare's Rock of the Night.

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Angel Grove, California; August 30, 2007

Andy grunted when the plane landed, but forced a smile when Aisha looked at him, "Not a fan, huh?" She asked sweetly.

"Not particularly," Andy replied, and lowered his voice, "I can handle lightning, not flying."

Aisha nodded, "I'm not a fan either," she flicked a glance at the flight attendants, "My spirit animal was the bear for a reason. Bears don't fly."

Andy grinned as the plane slowed, "At least we have something in common."

"I'll say," Aisha said. "It's fast, but I'd much rather drive." She looked at the book in her hand, "I didn't tell anyone you were coming, Andy. We'll see how long they buy the 'new boyfriend' line, ok?"

"Just don't forget to call me Drew," Andy replied.

"I won't," Aisha chuckled, "I'm not that kind of person, I mean, it was Rocky who always forgot. Oh, and don't forget to play oblivious."

Andy put on his best serious face, "I promise to channel my best Dustin, dude."

"Not too obviously," Aisha warned him, again, "Tommy met Dustin, remember that."

"He won't suspect anything," Andy assured her. Personally, he thought that Aisha was taking the whole thing far too seriously. He knew how to handle himself in situations like this. He attended a fucking secret Ninja Academy for many years, before and after Lothor. Right now, he wanted off the plane, he had problems with claustrophobia, not freeze up major, but he wasn't too happy with the plane's overcrowded status. To take his mind off everything until they reached the terminal, Andy closed his eyes and pulled to mind his cousin Dustin, and the airhead style the former yellow ranger used. At least he could talk about skating with all the enthusiasm that Dustin reserved for motocross.

Finally, they were let off the plane and Aisha led him down to baggage terminal, gripping his hand tightly. Although Aisha herself was nearing thirty, Andy was twenty-five and far calmer. "Relax, sweetheart," Andy murmured, "you're going to break my fingers."

"Sorry, Drew," Aisha replied, relaxing her grip. "Rocky should be picking us up; oh he's going to be so mad."

Andy pulled her hand, making her turn to look at him, smiling; he gently squeezed her hand, "Aisha, take deep breaths. I don't think he'll be mad, surprised and shocked, of a certainty, but not mad. It's not like we got married in Vegas or something. It was just a nice surprise to be flying out here at the same time. Now, let's find my grandmother and your friend and we'll meet up tomorrow or something and you can tell me all about that fake crime scene or something."

Aisha smiled, "All right, Drew."

"Aisha?"

Aisha spun, startled by the Hispanic man who stood behind her, "Rocky!" Aisha let go of Andy's hand and threw her arms around him. "Oh my God, Rocko, it's been forever!"

Andy faked jealousy as his 'girlfriend' hugged this man, but when she stepped back, he offered a tight smile for her. "Who is this?" Rocky asked, his face was reflective of both curiosity and concern.

"Oh, this is Drew, my boyfriend, Drew, this is Rocky. I know I mentioned him." Aisha glanced between the pair.

"Repeatedly," Andy said dryly, he offered his hand to Rocky, "Aisha and I haven't been dating that long, less than a month. We both had to come out to California, so we caught the same flight. My full name is Andrew Cartwright, but everyone calls me Drew."

"Rocky DeSantos," Rocky replied, taking his hand, "Aisha hasn't mentioned you to me. It's nice to meet you Drew, what brings you to Angel Grove?"

Andy sighed, "My grandmother, actually. She hasn't been well and asked me to come out. I just passed my first year anniversary so I'm using hard won vacation time to do so. Since you've found Rocky, Aisha, I'm going to get my bag and go. My abuela needs me."

"Habla español?" Rocky asked, surprised.

"A little," Andy replied, "I lived in Brazil for a couple of years."

Aisha, still standing somewhat between them, cleared her throat, "Let's not talk about that, Rocky. Would you give him a lift to his hotel? I know I'm staying with you, but we shouldn't make him get a cab, right?"

Rocky, looking trapped, nodded, "Right. You want a lift, Drew?"

"If it's not too much trouble, I'm staying at the Days Inn on…"

"I know where it is," Rocky said when Andy paused, as if to remember where it was.

"Right, sorry," Andy replied with an ingenious smile.

The buzzer for the luggage sounded and the trio moved closer to the conveyer. "My luggage is the bright yellow with red, black, blue and green ribbon," Aisha told Rocky, "there are three of them."

Andy leaned over slightly, "She packed bricks, be careful." He spotted his duffle, crimson and black with beetles and lightning bolts all over it and snatched it. Aisha's showed up not long after and each of them grabbed a bag. Andy was quick; he got the small one on wheels, leaving Rocky to manhandle the giant one and Aisha with her 'makeup slash shoe bag'.

"She did pack bricks," Rocky grunted as he set the bag down and extended the handle. "This way to the limo, ladies and gents."

"Please don't tell me that you are still driving that rusty old pick up," Aisha said, hooking her arm through Rocky's. "Isn't it dead yet?"

Andy, a step behind fixed his face into a glower, but inwardly, he was pleased. Aisha was quick to get Rocky focused on her instead of their supposed relationship. It wasn't that Andy didn't find Aisha attractive, because she was, but she was also his superior and had a wicked hook. He didn't care for the idea that his girlfriend could kick his ass if she wanted. He liked the idea of someone who wasn't as, well, self assured in her ass-kicking skills. Someone who actually looked to him for protection instead of looking to protect him. That was why his dates at the Ninja Academy had been few and far between.

"Yes, she died the death of the righteous," Rocky said, pouting, "I bought a 93 Chevy now. It's an even worse hunk of junk than my old one was."

"Can't you buy something from this decade?" Aisha asked.

"Nothing in this decade runs long anymore," Rocky said, "I want something that will last." He looked at Andy, "What about you?"

Andy shrugged, "I rebuild classics on the weekend, but I'm a skater at heart." He poked at Aisha, "Roller blades, not skateboards."

Aisha mock-pouted, "It was only once! Can't you let it die?"

"Skaters are for real; guys who ride skateboards are posers." Andy asserted. "You can do more stunts with blades."

"I take it this is an old argument?" Rocky asked.

"I assumed that he meant skateboards when he called himself a skater," Aisha said, "He won't let me forget."

"She insulted me," Andy explained, "It's only a step below dissing me!"

"All right," Rocky said, clearly amused, "I'll make sure not to mention it. How long are you in town for?"

"A week," Andy replied, "Abuela wants to make sure I'm in one piece, and then she's going to try to set me up with 'some nice Hispanic girl'. I'll probably come and kidnap Aisha one day to meet her, but only if I'm desperate to escape the parade."

"I can understand that," Rocky said, "mine's the same way."

Common ground, Andy thought, catching Aisha's sly smile, even if it was grandmothers who wanted their children to be settled and happy before they turned thirty. "She's almost got my cousin settled with his girl, so she's turning to me. I'm not going to be permitted to bachelorize myself if she has her way."

"Isn't Sandy like, 16 or something?" Aisha asked.

"He's twenty, just turned, and Karri is nineteen, but grandmother's already promised that she'd loan him the money for the ring and everything." Andy replied.

"So I'm going to get hints," Aisha sighed and bumped him, "The things I do for you, and I'm not getting anything from it!"

Andy raised one hand, "Don't hit me, please! I'm too young to see my life flash before my eyes."

"When did I do that?" Aisha asked.

"The first time you flipped me for a hostage joke. I half expected a knife to appear in your hand," Andy replied, truthfully.

Aisha smirked, "I rule."

"Here's the truck," Rocky said. "You didn't really flip him did you?"

"Repeatedly," the pair said in unison. They tossed the bags in back and then got in with Aisha in the middle.