You Found Me: A Story of Sky and Syd
Disclaimer: Imagine all the fun I'd have with all of our favorite multicolored spandex wearing, ass kicking, zord driving, world saving boys if I owned Power Rangers…Which won't happen for approximately two and a half weeks. (Joking…)
Challenge: Game
Timeframe: Erm… Post Endings. Heh. Sequel to Fight. Syd's POV.
He's not going to do this to me. He's not just going to step all over me and then try to fix everything by telling me he loves me. He can play all the games he wants to, ones I can play just as easily as he can.
Try me, Sky. Just try me.
Men, I have always been told, are complete idiots. And I guess that includes Sky. Everything was as perfect as it could possibly be, considering our current occupations as SPD power rangers. He loosened up gradually and when Jack left, Sky was finally promoted. The elusive red morpher finally kept safe at his side.
It kind of scares me.
Red ranger has more responsibility and power attached to it, and knowing Sky, he'll do whatever it takes to be the best.
But then one say when we were out patrolling Sector 12, he asked (very awkwardly, mind you) if maybe I'd like to have dinner with him one night.
And then, out of the blue, he tells me it's over. Why would he tell me how he really feels, therefore shattering his whole rock-masquerading-as-a-man charade, if he'd take it back less than four months later? The stupid games he's trying to play are going to come back and bite him in the ass, or my name isn't Sydney Drew Grayson.
He won't be in the same room as me unless someone else is there, too. That hurts because of hoe close we used to be, ever since we were little kids.
Someone knocked at the dorm room door. It has to be Sky, seeing as how Bridge and Z are out. Of course Z gets the perfect relationship.
"What do you want?"
"Don't be like this, Sydney," he replied, pleading in his voice.
"You mean like you?" I called back to him.
He growled low in his throat (Stupid growl. It sounded so sexy) and came in anyway. "I wasn't fair."
My arms crossed over my chest. "You think?"
"I'm… sorry."
"I don't care if Shakespeare comes back from the dead and writes a poem for me about how sorry you are, I'm not forgiving you this time. All you ever do is play games with me and I'm always the one who gets her heart broken and her dreams crushed, Sky. This time I'm not going to forgive-and-forget."
"I looked at it from your position, Sydney. Or at least I tried to. You've known me sixteen years; you know I still struggle with conveying my emotions. It's just that everything was still going alright for us and we were getting serious and it scared me."
It was my turn to blink. Sky never told anyone when he was scared. Usually I had to rely on my female intuition when he was, not a flat-out confession.
"Scared you?" I heard myself repeating softly. I could feel the walls crumbling around me. Damn him. He was so unfair.
"I don't know why I listen to that nagging voice," he muttered to himself.
"Deal?" I asked quietly after the semi-solution formed in my head.
He caught my gaze. "What?"
"No more listening to the little voice; let's just pretend to start this relationship over. How about a game of Lightball?"
"It'll happen again, you know," Sky said darkly.
"No voices," I told him firmly. "Now let's go play."
Bleh…whatever. See ya.