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If you haven't done so, please read the first hundred and fifty stories in "When Rangers Meet," "More of When Rangers Meet," and "Headquarters Where Rangers Meet"

This is story number three. It was requested by cmar. I know nothing about racing and before anyone says anything, yes, the race is made up.

Lucas and Ronny

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

Lucas leaned coolly against the blue racecar. It had taken a lot of manipulation by Trip and Circuit to provide him with the already approved documents that would allow him access into the 2001 All California racing trials. He smirked to himself. Of course, his changing racing history would blow that stick in the ass, Alex, away. But best of all, his first race in the preliminaries was against the famous Tommy Oliver. He'd get to race against the best of the best; the most popular Ranger ever. Lucas smirked even more. Yes, Alex would definitely be jealous. Things just couldn't get better. He got into his car and waited for his competitor to arrive.

Two seconds later, a red racecar covered with yellow stickers lined up next to Lucas' car. The driver revved its engine and lined up. They both waited for the signal to start. Because these were just preliminaries, there weren't many people in the stands.

Wow! I didn't know Oliver was into yellow so much, thought Lucas at the sight of so many smiley faces and Pikachus. I always thought Pink was more his color, considering whom he married. Who knew that their separate stints on the side of evil would've drawn him and Karone together?

Suddenly the signal sounded and the cars were off! The over decorated red car was soon far ahead of the blue one. But for once, Lucas didn't mind too much. "Mr. Oliver!" he called over the headphones he had been provided. "I can't tell you what an honor it is to be racing you."

"Uh, thanks," came an oddly deep voice. "It's an honor to be racing you as well Mr. Loser Cantdo."

Lucas scowled. Yeah, he'd really be thanking Trip until he was black and blue for that one. "What's wrong with your voice?" he asked as he swerved to avoid hitting a section of wall covered with a poster advertising Rocky's Back Braces.

"My voice?" asked the other driver. "Oh, uh, I got a cold...uh…cough, cough, cough."

"Wow, the famous Tommy Oliver actually coughed in my ear," sighed Lucas as he sped past an advertisement for Chad Lee's Captive Mermaid Aquarium.

The yellow-stickered red car sped though the finish line just before the blue one.

"Great race!" called Lucas as he jumped out of his car. If he had lost to anyone else, well he wouldn't have been too thrilled. But even losing to the man who had single handedly defeated Zedd and Rita while the other Rangers kept fainting was a great honor. He would definitely be visiting the Tommy Oliver the Great Museum again when he got back to 3001.

The other racer jumped out of the red car. "Whoo!" came a high-pitched voice. "I really shouldn't…" the person realized that Lucas was staring and changed back to the lowered pitch voice. "I mean I really shouldn't have eaten that three bean casserole before the race."

Lucas continued to stare at his competitor. Funny, he had been lead to believe that Tommy would much taller in person; and the shape was all wrong…much too feminine. "Oh my God!" he cried. "It's true! I had always thought that story Kim Hart had sold to the Enquire about you being more girly than her was just some kind of revenge or something but…."

The other racer took off her helmet and shook out her blonde hair. "Ah, that's better. I hate helmets. Thank God, I only have to wear them when I race."

Lucas gasped. "You…you're not Tommy Oliver!" he yelled at the fourteen year old girl. "Where's Oliver!" he demanded.

"Who?" asked Ronny. A muffled groan could be heard from the trunk. She pounded hard on the back of the car until it stopped. "Oh, he uh...he gave me his car and helmet. Said he'd be honored if I raced in his place." Ronny began to add more of her beautiful yellow stickers to the car. No need to let this Loser Cantdo know that she had simply gotten bored with being on the pit crew and had managed to knock her boss out after distracting him with a shiny new bottle of hair conditioner.

"No! I…I lost to a kid! A girl! My life is over!" whined Lucas.

"Oh, brother, here we go again," yawned Ronny.

Lucas pulled his comb out of his back pocket and threw it to the ground. "I am no longer worthy of being called 'cool.' I may as well resign myself to a dateless life and hanging out with Trip all day." He threw himself down on the ground and started sobbing.

"All right!" replied Ronny excitedly. "You'll just be the first in a long line of men who'll fall at my feet. I will become such a great racer that I may even score myself a god."

Lucas stopped bawling and jumped up. "Yeah," he said sarcastically, "guys really love chicks with grease in their hair and soot on their faces. They all be asking you to the prom if you wear spark plugs in your… wait a damn second, just how old are you?"

"Errr…eighteen?" lied Ronny.

"Yeah right. You can't be more than fourteen or fifteen. You're not old enough to be in this race. I'm going to find the judge and get you disqualified!"

"No! No! Don't do that!" begged Ronny. "I'll never get as good as him if I can't race."

"As good as who?" asked Lucas distractedly as he looked around for a racing judge.

"That Blue Time Force Ranger," replied Ronny. "I've seen him drive circles around his enemies."

Lucas looked back at the young girl. "Really? You think that I…I mean he's that great?"

"Oh yeah, and when I get to be champion, I'll be telling all the media who inspired me. I bet whoever this guy is, he'll end up with lots of female fans."

Lucas paused in thought and then dove for his comb. "Baby, I'm back," he said as he kissed it. "I'd better get rea…err…go tell that Blue guy to get ready for all those hot babes." He ran off excitedly.

Ronny watched him go and then pressed a button on her cell phone. "Hey, thanks for that tip about the Blue Ranger. And thanks for that futuristic update to my car's engines. I'm not sure what you get out of messing with him, Alex, but…"

AN: Yep, I included a bit of our other racecar-driving Ranger. Heheheheh….