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40 Moments to Where We Are

Yield

"This is ridiculous," Sky grumbled under his breath as he slammed his fist against the door's control panel. "They've disabled the locking mechanism. What the hell do they want from us?"

"Reconciliation," Z offered from her position slumped against the wall, cuffed wrist dangling by Sky's side.

"Well, that's none of their business."

"I agree, but complaining isn't going to get us anywhere. Sticky fingers and company obviously isn't gonna let us out till we make some progress. Can you try being proactive for five minutes?"

Syd smiled wolfishly and casually flipped the two morphers in her hand with one elbow propped on the console in the observation deck above the two stranded rangers. "Love is a battlefield," she mused.

"So you're really not going to let them out? Isn't that kind of…cruel?"

Syd glanced over at David sympathetically. "Sorry, but you never would have had a chance with her. She and Sky share something special. You'll have to settle with the image of her half-naked."

Before David could even open his mouth, the door behind them slid open and Bridge along with the distinct smell of melted butter entered the room. "I've got the popcorn!"

"And I've got the show!" Syd responded cheerfully.

"Did I miss anything?" Bridge asked eagerly while taking a seat beside David.

Syd shook her head. "No. Z was just about to suggest a stress-relieving make-out session…either that or a profound conversation. It's hard to tell from all the way up here."

David looked incredulously between the two rangers on either side of him. Both were crouched as close as possible to the glass, nosily chomping away at handfuls of kernels, their eyes glued to the scene below. "This is disturbing."

"Me? I'm the one trying to get us out. You're just standing there doing nothing!"

Z closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly released it. Arguing would get them nowhere. Swallowing a biting comment, she tugged their linked hands towards her and squeezed his hand. "Sky, can we please not fight right now?"

He considered her sincere expression, and relaxing his shoulders, nodded stiffly. "Fine."

She took his grudging agreement in stride and motioned to the floor so they could have a seat. With a minor amount of struggling they managed to sit cross-legged facing each other with their linked hands dangling between them.

Neither sure about where to begin, they sat in silence for several moments before Z cleared her throat. "I never knew my parents," she started, "but neither did you. How do you know what they felt? What if they did love me? Maybe they were killed, or maybe they were forced to give me up, but I'd like to think that they cared for me, loved me even…"

"I never meant that they didn't care for you." Sky adverted his eyes from hers and toyed with a stray thread from the hem of his t-shirt.

"But you said…"

"I was angry."

Z shook her head with disbelief. "And that's an excuse?"

"No! It's just…" Sky motioned vaguely with his hand. "There's just something…It's you, alright!"

Z's jaw dropped. He was blaming her. That egotistical son of a… "Me! I'm the one responsible for your spitefulness?"

"No! Of course not, Z. I love you. Just say no!" Bridge jumped to his feet, pleading for Sky not to say…

"Yes!"

"Nooooooooo!" Bridge slumped against the console, banging his head against the glass repeatedly.

Syd moaned in frustration. "This is the guy we're supposed to follow onto the battlefield? Our fearless leader? It's a miracle we're all still alive! What. A. Moron!" She punctuated each word with a punch to David's arm, who grimaced with each hit but otherwise took it as a man (as well as any man being abused by a 5'6" blonde can).

To be continued… (I was going to do this scene in one post, but it was like six pages long, and I'm trying to keep the chapters short. Next one out shortly.)