You Found Me: A Story of Sky and Syd
Disclaimer: #Plays with her Wes action figure dejectedly# Not yet. Though when I rule supreme I fully plan on owning it.
Challenge: Color
Timeframe: Immediately after Endings.
Syd wandered the halls of the SPD building late that night, unable to sleep. So much had occurred in the last twenty-four hours that she should have been sleeping like a baby. But she couldn't and so she got out of her bed and began her search for him.
Syd was perfectly aware that the team member she was searching for would be equally unable to sleep, his promotion having only taken place hours before. He was red now, the best of the best. Honestly, Sydney had never quite understood Sky's obsession with the elusive red morpher, but then she had only wanted to be a ranger, never mind what color it was, though she always hoped she wouldn't get yellow. Yellow was positively dreadful on her.
Her travels having taken her to the rooftop, Syd smiled at Sky's figure, staring out over the quiet city. There was a soft whisper of breeze whistling through New Tech, but on the whole it was a warm, comfortable night.
Still smiling, Sydney crossed the roof to her best friend, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder.
"Hello, Syd," Sky greeted without looking at her. Syd joined him, curling against his side as a familiar pair of arms encircled her loosely. Her head, nestled in the hollow of his shoulder, allowed her golden curls to tumble gracefully down his back.
It was a comfortable silence that fell over them, one of familiar companions. Away from everyone else and the pressures the academy threw at them, they had a special relationship, though, Syd noted bitterly, it had never progressed past an innocent peck on the cheek. But maybe, Sydney hoped, that would all change now. Now that Emperor Gruumm was securely imprisoned in a card, maybe Sky would be able to relax and admit that he loved her. He better hurry up, too, because he was starting to drive her crazy with all his business-only nonsense.
"Sky," she chirped in a sing-song voice, removing her head from its spot and looking up at him.
"Something wrong?" he questioned, concerned.
"Not at all," Syd replied genially. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm proud of you for reaching your goal."
A genuine smile graced his face. "Thanks."
"And that Uncle Wes would be proud of you, too. Even though he would have been proud when you were a blue ranger, he'd be even happier that you followed in his footsteps."
"Does this change anything with us, Sydney?" Sky's voice was barely a whisper.
"No. When you finally decide you want to change things with us, I'll be waiting."
And with that she started across the roof again.
"What makes you so sure?" Sky called after her softly.
Syd smiled as she wheeled around to face him. "Pink always gets her red."