**Author's note! Tanzettigirl has been distracted, making me your author for the moment, heehee. Here's a random segue just to keep all you wonderful kiddies entertained. Feel free to flame away if you hate it, it's not 'canon' to this story anyway. Right, you've been warned, so 'enjoy'--asdeed

Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers, or any other TV show for that matter.

Tommy had been in some tough situations before and if he got out of his current predicament he could only assume he'd be in tougher situations in the future. But for this exact point in time this was pretty bad.

Opening his eyes slowly he glared at the room he was irritated to find he was still in. Rita's dungeon. Chained to some kind of medieval rack as Goldar paced around him gloating, which Tommy was tuning out. You could only listen to the, 'you're finally in my power' speech so many times really before it got monotonous.

It was a large room with all the torture classics, the rack he was currently on, an iron maiden, manacles on the walls and all sorts of whips and hot pokers. Eyeing the whip display he wondered briefly if he should try to bring Billy a souvenir when he escaped or was rescued. Then he noticed the grimy pail in the corner that was catching drops of water leaking through the primitive stonework. His brain stalled at the image as it failed to reconcile a leaky medieval castle on the moon.

Unable to stop himself he interrupted Goldar's rant to ask him, "where is that water coming from?"

Surprised at the random change of topic Goldar glared at the offending bucket, "the ceiling."

"Yeah obviously, but where is it originally spilling from to leak through the roof?"

"Well I don't know, it's just there for effect. What difference does it make?"

"We're on the moon, it doesn't make any sense."

"You can breathe, do you want to know where the air is coming from too? Stop asking stupid questions, these monologues don't deliver themselves, you know!" Goldar flailed in anger at the humans impertinence, also he didn't want to admit he couldn't stop wondering where the water was coming from now. Stupid human!

Tommy rolled his eyes, "Right sorry, go on."

Goldar crossed his arms in a huff, "Well if that's your attitude, forget it."

Tommy stared at the beastman in shock, "Seriously? You're sulking?"

Turning his back on the pesky pine colored ranger Goldar mused, "What, like I don't have better things to do than monologue at a prisoner? The candle should be burned down in about an hour, so you'll be escaping in what, fifty nine minutes? Talk about cliché."

Much to his surprise Tommy felt sympathy bubbling up inside, "You think it's any easier for me? Constant battles at the absolute worst possible time? Getting kidnapped and enchanted at random? I mean how would you like it to get teleported into a battle on Main Street without warning while you're trying on a pair of pants? I lost my favorite Levi's that day, but at least Billy enjoyed the view."

Goldar actually giggled at Tommy's story, which was quite the bizarre sight indeed. "Okay okay, things are tough all over. So, stop me if this is crazy, but do you want to just skip it this time?"

Despite himself Tommy was intrigued, "what are you suggesting?"

Goldar shrugged, "I unlock you and we go figure out where that waters coming from. When the next scene starts we just pretend like you were locked up the whole time listening to my rant, or something."

"Let me get this straight, you want to just go explore the castle while Rita and the Rangers battle it out?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Goldie, you had me at cliché."

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Hey, TG here, hope you all enjoyed the little foray into this fantasy. I promise it will be replaced very soon with a real chapter, but in the meantime, if you enjoyed this, I suggest you mosey on over to asdeed's page and read his excellent story Unfortunate. Enjoy and see you soon!!