Of Anime, Poetry and Falling in Love: Mack and Rose
Disclaimer: Things would be different…oh how they would…
Challenge: Take My Hand
Timeframe: During Out of Luck
Summary: She pulled him to his feet.
Mack missed one of the stairs in the large flight, causing him to lose his balance and came toppling down to the entryway, landing in a crumpled heap on the marble floor. "Ow," he muttered, wincing.
Rose, who had been passing, smiled sympathetically. "Oh Mack, are you all right?" she asked softly, stretching her hand towards him and pulling him to his feet. The red ranger, for someone who didn't believe in luck, sure was having a lot of unfortunate accidents.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he answered, flashing his silly grin at her. She didn't look convinced. "Honest, Rose, all these accidents are just coincidence. People don't have good or bad luck. It's just silly superstition. I'm surprised you of all people believe in it."
Rose shrugged. "I think what you need is some fresh air, Mack. Take a walk with me?" She motioned towards the door some feet behind her. He smiled again.
"Sure." The red and pink rangers had started towards the door when Mack tripped again. "Oof," he mumbled dejectedly. "I give up."
"Come on now, Mack, you can't give up on me after everything we've been through." Rose helped him up again, this time not letting go of his hand, pulling him outside with her.