Okay so here's the thing… I'd like to write more of these. So when you review leave a fun prompt and I'll see what I can do. :D That's the challenge! It's gonna be fun! May take a little longer due to the pile of work growing on my desk…

This prompt was brought to you by my sister! And it is called… Chapstick.

Be ye warned, a total fluff bomb lies within!

For almost a week they'd barely seen sight of her except when they needed help fighting attack bots. She'd been tucked away in her room upstairs, slowly recovering from a cold. Like a perfect watchdog, Gem had sat beside her and forbid visitors (except for Dr. K), saying that she needed to rest. Actually, he'd taken his brother role so seriously that Summer had nearly thrown a fit when he forbid her from entering the dormitory that she shared with the silver ranger. Dr. K had talked Gem down a bit, assuring him that it was merely a common cold and Gemma would be just fine. But as much as Gemma respected her brother she was bouncing off the walls in the tiny dormitory. Despite her chest cough, runny nose and chapped lips, she somehow managed to convince him of a complete recovery, and yesterday, to Gem's eternal worry, Gemma was back in the garage, around her teammates.

Today she was wearing a purple shirt with a rainbow and Roy g biv written beneath it in swirly cursive letters. She and Gem were sitting on the floor of the garage, drawing chalk pictures on the floor. So far they'd drawn unicorns, dragons, hearts and stars and a few cartoons that looked suspiciously like Dr. K, Summer, and Ziggy. There was a twinkle in her eye as Gem whispered something conspiratorially to her. He noticed that whenever she was trying not to laugh she always ducked her head and peeked out from beneath her fringe.

Not that he was watching or anything.

He stood in front of his work bench, trying establish some semblance of order. Although he was the chief authority when it came to mechanics, Scott, Dillon and Summer were all very insistent about at least attempting to fix their own vehicles. Normally it worked out fairly well; after all, they all knew the basics of car care. However every month or so one of them would try their hand at something they knew absolutely nothing about. Then, after they had made the situation ten times worse, they would sheepishly come to him and admit they needed help. Unfortunately that meant he would spend the next two days cleaning up their mistakes.

But really, he didn't mind. He liked cars and fixing things. He was good at it; always had been. Sure, there were times when he had taken one look at Summer's bike and groaned when he saw the sparks emanating from the engine. But still, there was another part of him that couldn't wait to jump in and get to work.

The real problem, to be honest… was that the rangers had a habit of borrowing his tools and forgetting to return them. Or, if they did remember, they wouldn't put them back in their allotted boxes and slots, but rather all across the work bench or in random piles of metal and scrap. It had gotten to the point where Flynn had had to search for twenty minutes just to find a screwdriver- and when he did it still wasn't the right size. Hence, he had decided to spend his day off reorganizing his work bench and putting everything back in place.

The problem was that he really wasn't getting much work done…

Flynn felt his heart flutter ever so slightly when he saw that Gemma was drawing a stick figure of a man in a blue mechanics suit. She pulled out brown and began drawing hair, which appeared to be standing straight up. Almost without thinking, he put his hand to his head. The movement drew her attention and she looked up.

Simultaneously, they blushed.

Ach, there's the rub…' he thought as Gem looked at them both with a frown on his face. The protective older brother. The Twin. The only reason why he hesitated about talking or spending time with the Silver ranger.

'Really, 'Why couldn't it have been a protective father who lectures me about making sure she gets home on time?'Flynn sighed. But no. Really… he liked Gem. There was no doubting he was a genius and a valuable team member. Even Scott's father had noticed that… (though considering how narrow minded that man was maybe it wasn't the best of examples…)

He quickly went back to his tools, trying to avoid her gaze and all the while smiling foolishly. A crackling cough made him look up again, and he saw Gemma struggling to stifle the sound behind her fist.

"You okay?"Gem immediately reached out and took her shoulder, worry evident in his eyes. "I'll get Dr. K?"

She shook her head, "No, "she said in a hoarse voice. "Don't worry. It's nothing!" Reaching into her pocket she pulled out her chapstick, running it over her cracked lips. She had barely lowered her hand before she started coughing again, deep retching coughs that racked her entire body.

Gem took her hand, looking up at Flynn. He startled slightly, realizing that he was no longer standing at his workbench, but directly above the twins. How had he gotten here? When had he moved?

"I'm taking Gemma back upstairs." he said, helping his sister stand. Flynn reached out to take her other arm, but misjudged, instead awkwardly grabbing her wrist. Somehow, as she stood, for a sudden brief second their hands clasped together, fingers entwining. She looked at up, her face only an inch away from his own and for a split second Flynn's heart leapt into his throat.

Gem hardly noticed. "Do you want some water Gemma?" he asked as he lead her away and up the stairs. Gemma nodded, her eyes back on the blue ranger, who stood in the center of the garage, on top of a chalk masterpiece, watching.

The door closed.

Flynn sighed, reaching up to scratch his head. 'Well…'he thought, regret and worry flickering across his mind. 'That's that…'

He turned back to his bench. As he did he stepped on something. Slowly, he lifted his foot to see the small bright blue chapstick container on the floor. He reached down and picked it up, smiling a little as he read the label. BARNEY'S BLUEBERRY LIP BALM

He uncapped it and sniffed. Blueberry huh?

Without thinking, he pressed the container to his bottom lip, running it evenly across from left to right and then again on top. Immediately he could taste the artificial flavoring.

His imagination took over. Is this what kissing her would be like?

With a smirk, he tucked the tube into his pocket and returned to his bench. Logically, it was a rather unsanitary thing to do- share chapstick with a person who had had the flu. Still he couldn't imagine catching a cold when the thought of their lips both touching the same thing made him so warm.