You Found Me: A Story of Sky and Syd

Disclaimer: #Consults her lawyer# Nope, I still don't own Power Rangers

Challenge: Yield

Timeframe: Somewhere after Endings.

"For the very last time, Syd, I will not give you back your stupid Lightball," Sky uttered, exasperated.

Syd frowned at him. "Oh come on Sky," she pleaded.

"No." Sky turned back to his handbook.

"You can't just take it away," Z protested from her spot in the corner.

"It was annoying me," Sky said lightly as he flipped a page.

Sydney flopped down next to Sky and wound her arms around his neck. The Lightball was sitting on his other side, his hand clamped over it. Damn him. He knew he was seriously starting to annoy her.

"Please?" she murmured, two fingers tracing slowly down his arm.

Sky forced himself to look directly into her too-blue eyes. "I will not give you the ball back, Syd. It hit my head about ten times since you started playing, and I know it was you who threw it because you want me to play. Now kindly stop trying to strangle me."

"I wasn't going to strangle you," Syd scoffed. "I just want my ball back."

"Over my dead body."

"That can easily be arranged," she chirped. "I'll spar with you for it."

Sky looked vaguely interested. "It's just a ball, Sydney. Do you really want to fight for it?"

"Yes," Syd enthused. "And when I win you have to play with us."

"And when I win you can't play with the damned ball in here anymore."

"Deal!"

Z and Bridge settled down on their couch. "This ought to be amusing," Z cackled. "My money's on Sky."

Bridge shook his head. "Syd really wants the ball back, and she also wants Sky to join us. Course, I don't know why she doesn't just go get another one, cuz I know she has more. I think I'm gonna get some buttery toast," he finished, waggling his gloved fingers.

Sydney's fist connected solidly with Sky's stomach. When he doubled over, she ginned and kicked him. Sky, who had decided before they'd started he wasn't going to try hard anyway, sort of collapsed. He sprawled out on the carpet, wondering why in hell he'd agreed to Sydney's stupid idea in the first place.

With that perfect Crest smile of hers, Sydney seated herself on top of him, pinning his arms to the floor. "Do you yield, Sky?" she cooed.

"Get off of me and take the damn thing."

Syd retrieved her Lightball and offered him her hand. He didn't take it.

"Come on, Sky, you have to play with us," Syd reminded him.

Next time there'd be no way he'd yield.

K...I was trying to make this light and fluffy...not too serious, as I wrote it right after seeing a nice NickMaddie moment the other day and was pretty much giddy until I woke up and remembered I had to go to school...