Disclaimer: I haven't seen hide nor hair of a Power Ranger here
A/N: So, here's Scott's story. It follows after Summers (obviously). It's also a lead in for Ziggy's chapter, in a way. Oh, and this is ALL MINE, so if any part of it is bad, sorry.
Scott rolled his eyes as the music went silent. Honestly, he worried about Ziggy sometimes; the man must have been dropped on his head as a child or something. He winced slightly and reminded himself that he was trying not to think like that about their green ranger. No matter how simple Ziggy appeared to them, Scott had to remember that Ziggy was startlingly complex. He was so open and yet full of surprises, uncertain, yet so sure of himself. He was a study in contrast.
Scott turned back to his notebook, the one that he hid and would never show anyone. It had been a gift from his brother, Marcus, when he had left home for college and a future place in the Air Force. Marcus had known about his poetry, but he'd never told anyone, even The Colonel. Scott knew that Marcus had carried the poem Scott had written for him in his pocket up until the day he died; it was one of the little things his brother had done that had made him Scott's favorite person.
Before he could fall into the depression that dwelling on Marcus tended to give him, Scott picked up his pencil, intent on the poem before him. It was one that he'd started shortly after Ziggy had begun living in the Garage, and it was almost finished, he could feel it. He tapped his pencil against the edge of the lap desk and considered the poem for a moment, and then he had it.
You walked fearlessly among us
A friend now clad in green
Although we didn't think you could
You filled a desperate need
He considered the line for a moment, and then nodded. It suited Ziggy, in an odd way. He might not like the Green Ranger, but he did admit that he really couldn't see someone else wearing the green morpher now. He grinned, it wasn't like he'd tell Ziggy that, after all, there were things not done, and he wasn't going to ever concede to Dillon without outside intervention.
It wasn't much of anything now, Scott knew, it was just, he didn't want to roll over too easily. He would never have Marcus's talent for leadership, he knew that, but Scott also knew that he had his own talents as well. He'd learned from Marcus, and from The Colonel, about leadership, and how to get his team to be just that, a team. He knew that he could trust Summer and Flynn with his life, but he still didn't really know Dillon and Ziggy. He would never have imagined that Ziggy would have gone from con artist to Good Samaritan, knowing that his life would be the price tag. Yet Ziggy had done it, and even if he wouldn't say it, he was proud of that choice. Dr K had let him see the footage from the Scorpion Cartel's headquarters, and the man who had stood to face down all five Cartels was nothing like the Ziggy that he saw every day in the Garage.
Point in fact; it wasn't until Dr K had shown up that Ziggy had taken on some of the personality traits that they accepted as 'Ziggy'. Scott looked out the window, wondering what was hidden beneath the Green Ranger's 'incompetent' exterior. He shook his head, Ziggy was a mystery that would have to be uncovered carefully; his façade was too firmly entrenched for a rough approach.
Scott turned a page in his notebook and wrote Dillon's name on it, then he settled back in his pillows to think about the black ranger and see what would come out of the back of his mind. Because he'd once again run into the wall that so aggravated him about Ziggy. The Green Ranger had talent, skill and wasn't as stupid as one might think, but he hid it so deeply that many people over looked those moments of competence.
Dillon, on the other hand, was a different mystery, with his search for someone he couldn't remember; nature as course as the sand in the wasteland, and path that he seemed to follow instinctively no matter what. He paused, maybe that was why Dillon and Ziggy had been drawn to each other, they were both mysteries wrapped in secrets.
AN2: Any one curious about the rest of Ziggy's Poem can see it on my website. I may even find enough inspiration to write poems for the others, but I wouldn't count on it.