Theme: #14 - Knight
Summary: He would give her a fairytale if that's what she wanted.
Word Count: 833

A.N: Set a few hours after the end of Ranger Yellow – Part 2. I um…got a little carried away…

Disclaimer: I'm just playing with them for a little while. I don't actually own any of the characters.

"Still wearing the dress I see." The sudden sound of Dillon's voice startled Summer from her daydream. She was sitting on edge of the stage, propping her head up with her hand. She smiled as Dillon came into view, looking down at the dress in embarrassment and said as she stood up," Yeah I um…just wanted to play princess for a little while longer." Dillon's trademark smirk was gracing his face as he sauntered closer to the yellow ranger and his smirk grew as he spoke," And here I was thinking that you've played princess your whole life." He had meant it as a joke, she knew that, but somehow the words got twisted as she processed them and she frowned in annoyance.

"You don't know anything about it." She immediately regretted snapping at him when she saw the confused and hurt look that flashed in his eyes for a brief moment.

"I'm sorry." Summer huffed out a breath and the crease in her forehead smoothed. He shrugged and continued walking towards her. Her heart rate managed to increase as he drew nearer, before peaking at a rather loud thump when he finally reached her. She was surprised when he reached around her and flicked the switch on the sound system.

"Dillon, what are you…" Summer trailed off when he took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. His right hand slide around her slim waist until his palm was resting flat on the small of her back and his left hand held her right hand up.

"Dance with me. It'll make your fairytale last longer." His voice was low and his eyes were smouldering. Summer could not refuse him – though she had to admit, his statement felt strangely lacking in one of his eyerolls. Rather than thinking anymore about this, she let her left hand drift up to sit on his shoulder and they swayed to the slow melody of the music. Eventually Summer drifted into a daze as the music and Dillon carried her around a small section of the dance floor and she was surprised to learn that being like this with Dillon did not make her uncomfortable. It felt right, somehow.

"That was really sweet of you, when you stood up to my parents…" Summer smiled to herself, only to realise moments later that she had said it out loud. Her eyes darted to look at him and she stammered," well…what I mean is…that you…you didn't have to."

Dillon seemed to find her embarrassment amusing. "You deserve the chance to make your own decisions. No one should tell you what to do. I did have a bet going with Flynn on whether or not you'd go through with it though."

Although vaguely annoyed that they had taken bets as to whether or not she would have the guts to marry Chaz, she was still curious. "And did you win?" Dillon grinned – something which Summer had never witnessed before – and nodded. She tried to mask the delight she felt in knowing this by speaking dryly," well I'm glad you find it so entertaining." Dillon just shook his head in amusement and pulled her close once more. The song had now changed and Summer stepped back from Dillon, not wanting him to feel obliged to dance another with her. She gave a small smile without looking directly into his eyes and turned to go up to her room. It was only when she was on the stairs that he spoke, the trademark smirk back on his face. "You know, you could just keep that dress. Then you could just play princess whenever you wanted to."

Summer turned to laugh and replied," I think that would be going a little far, Dillon. I'm going to bed. It's been a long day." With that, she turned back and continued on her way up the stairs towards her room.

"Oh I don't know, Ziggy could serenade you! Scott could be the wicked witch…" Dillon called up to her, she did not stop but she did laugh at his comments. Just the image of Scott dressed as a witch, cackling on a broom and Ziggy on bended knee belting out some god-awful love song had her giggling but Dillon did not stop there.

"Flynn could be the dragon. I could picture him as a dragon actually. I think he'd enjoy that." Dillon thought out loud to himself. Summer stopped outside her bedroom door and turned to look down at him, leaning on the rail. "And what would you be? My knight in shining armour?"

Dillon scoffed. "No way. I'd be your knight in shining black armour." He winked at her, then turned and walked away towards the kitchen. Her smile remained as she changed from her wedding dress to her pyjamas and that night she dreamt of castles and dragons and a handsome knight in all black armour saving a princess in a yellow gown from a tower in some far away land.