Of Anime, Poetry and Falling in Love: Mack and Rose
Disclaimer: No. For the last time, no.
Challenge: Time
Timeframe: Post Face to Face II
Summary: He didn't let go of her for awhile, knowing they both needed the time to be close like this.
"Hey," greeted the voice of the pink ranger softly. "Are you all right?" She stepped out into the cool night air and onto the balcony. She stood next to him, so close that their shoulders were touching. He heaved a sigh.
"I was just so sure that Tyzonn was going to help us, Rose. He had good intentions, even when he was Moltor's minion. He wasn't searching for the jewels. I just…I don't know anymore." The red ranger looked like he had just lost his best friend in the whole world.
He managed to earn her sympathy, and Rose reached for his hand. This made him send her a confused look, but she ignored this. "Mack, just give him some time. Maybe he'll come around."
"You're right, Rose. You always are." Mack straightened himself up a little and noticed the goose bumps on the pink ranger's bare arms. "You're cold." Mack shrugged off his uniform jacket and handed it to her.
She started to shake her head, but he held up a hand. "What kind of red ranger would I be if I didn't look out for my team members? Just put it on, Rose; it's not going to kill you."
Rose did as she was told, bundling herself into the red ranger's jacket. It smelled like ivory soap, just like he did. "And speaking of being killed…Mack, you have to stop disappearing on me. It…well…it terrifies me every single time that we can't find you." Her words were spoken softly, and the look in her eyes was intense.
"You worry far too much, Rose."
"That may be the case, but Mack, please remember it's only because I…I care about you."
"I know you do, Rose," Mack replied, slinging his arm over her shoulders. "I know you do."
He didn't let go of her for awhile, knowing they both needed the time to be close like this. He cared about her just as much as she did him, and for being able to hold her like this he was grateful.