You Found Me: A Story of Sky and Syd

Disclaimer: If I owned Power Rangers, I'd be sitting in the Bahamas sipping exotic drinks and making Chris Violette give me a massage. But I don't, so I'm not.

Challenge: Duty

Timeframe: After Reflections Pt 2.

She knew he wouldn't be sleeping, and so she sought him out. The blue ranger, Sky, her Sky, had gotten a moment in the spotlight as red, large and in charge red. Just what he'd always wanted, to be like his dad. It was really very nice of Jack to allow Sky to bring in Uncle Wes' killer as red ranger, Sydney mused.

But before…when they were out looking for the aforementioned killer, he had protected her from him. Had held her close and rescued her, as he'd done before. She'd kept him safe before, too, and while Syd knew Sky appreciated and was grateful for it, the security she'd given in the past didn't have the same affect on him. No, he was cold and unfeeling, a rock masquerading as a man. Or so he'd like everyone to think.

She was one of the few who knew him, really knew him, along with Bridge and his mother, and, at one point, Dru.

Dru, damn him, had stolen all of Sky's attentions from her before he'd been transferred. She'd resented the alien, and not just because he worked for Broodwing.

But that was all over now. It was just him and her now, them. Bridge preferred to hang out with Z and eat toast in his spare time, not participate in the late night talks the three of them had used to share before Z and Jack had come along.

So Sky had his moment in the sun. He'd be on cloud nine for at least a month.

Syd shook her head slightly, blond curls swinging about her face. Her thoughts were so muddled that she was starting to make as much sense as Bridge, which was quite concerning.

There he was, on the little slab of concrete on top of the roof. The roof offered an amazing view of New Tech, Syd knew; they'd spent many a night up here.

He was hot, to put it simply. The blue t-shirt that covered the top half of his body was tight across his chest, not leaving much to Syd's imagination, which was a good thing. A very good thing. Combined with those sweet blue eyes, strong hands (so much bigger than her own delicate ones), and big broad shoulders, he was quite the looker.

"Hello Sydney," he greeted without turning to look at her.

She joined him, silently. After sitting without sound for an interminable length of time, Syd spoke.

"You saved me from Mirloc earlier," she whispered.

Sky looked at her as if she was crazy. "I was just doing my job," he said without a hint of any emotion.

"You were holding me pretty tight," Syd replied, forcing him to meet her gaze.

"Syd, you're my friend, you were in danger, and I pulled you away. It's not a big deal."

She didn't bother to hide her disappointment. "I think it's a big deal."

When he looked away again, Syd reached up and took his face in her hands. "Sky…you know you're my best friend right?"

He nodded. "Can I have my face back?"

Sydney shook her head once more. "That was more than just doing your job, Sky Tate. I'm not an idiot; I know you feel more for me than just friendship."

"Now is not the time or place." Taking her hands in his own, Sky brought her very close and whispered. "Syd, I love you, you know I do, but I can't. Not now. When the world is-"

"Safe, I know," Sydney spat bitterly. "I've heard it all before, Sky. You won't let anyone get in the way of your duty to SPD. I respect that, but you're not a knight in shining armor! This is real life, Sky! And I don't think I can wait for you any more."

Having said all that, Sydney streaked across the rooftop, tears streaming out of her eyes. Damn him and his stupid noble tendencies.

"Go after her," the nagging voice that lectured him when he'd done something stupid insisted. "You can't lose her."

Before he could think he was in front of her, pulling her into his arms again, letting her cry into his chest.

Hehehe…cliffhanger!! Don't worry; it'll be resolved in the next challenge, Scars.