Of Anime, Poetry and Falling in Love: Mack and Rose
Disclaimer: Oh, yeah right. I so own Power Rangers…not.
Challenge: Color
Timeframe: Post Pirate in Pink
Summary: In which Mack has a theory.
Mack sighed as he swerved the rolling chair from side to side. Rose looked up from her precious pink jewel long enough to glare at her red ranger. "Would you stop acting so childishly, Mack?" she snapped.
He pretended to look hurt. "I am not acting childish, Rose. I am merely bored out of my skull sitting down here. There are only so many times you can watch someone polish a jewel before it gets old."
"Then go back upstairs," retorted Rose.
Mack's bright blue eyes widened incredulously. "You want me to go back upstairs? With all of those crazy people my dad stupidly chose as our teammates? You want me to subject myself to that utter nonsense? What kind of friend are you, Rosie the Bold?"
He was teasing, of course, and Rose knew it. That didn't stop her from leaning over in her chair and hitting the back of his head. "Either go play with the crazy people or be quiet before I am forced to hurt you severely."
Mack frowned. "Ah, but you already are," he dramatically sighed. "If only you knew how much you're hurting me by just sitting there playing with a piece of pink plastic."
"It's not my fault you're jealous of twenty percent of our mission. Didn't your dad ever play attention to you when you were a kid? Didn't he teach you to share?"
"So you are capable of smiling. That is a shocker."
He swerved over to one of the base's computer and randomly pulled up a file. He read it for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"What is so funny, Mackenzie?"
Mack was so amused by the file's information that he didn't mind Rose's use of his full name. "I just figured out why my dad really wanted to be the red ranger."
"Because he wanted to take responsibility for awakening two evil villains hell bent on seizing the Corona Aurora and then the world?" Rose asked, her tone uninterested.
Mack shook his head. "Look at this." He pulled Rose's chair over in front of the screen. "Just read it."
Rose's brown eyes skimmed over the page. "This is just a list of old rangers, Mack. Big deal. Where did he get this, anyway?"
Mack shrugged. "I don't think you're getting the point, Rose. Look at all these former rangers who have all ended up married. The majority of them were all red and pink rangers at one point." He smiled smugly at his pink ranger.
"And you think this is why your father wanted to be red ranger." Mack nodded proudly.
"Too bad for him I got his Tracker. Rose Hartford has a very nice ring to it. Can our first born be Mack Jr.?"
Rose hit the back of Mack's head once more.