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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 thirty-nine. It was requested by Buffyxenaman.

Tommy and Daggeron

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

Tommy yawned as he marked an F on yet another science test. It was amazing how he kept simplifying the work year after year. Even Bulk and Skull could've passed this. Now he could see why Conner had graduated as Salutatorian of this dump three years ago.

What had ever possessed him to become a science teacher of all things? He hated science. He used to make funny faces behind Billy's back whenever he was spouting off about some stupid invention.

Then he glanced at the photo on his desk and jostled his horrendous memory. He was doing it to get her back. Kim had fallen love with Tommy while he was the Green Ranger. Obviously his becoming the goody goody white Ranger and then the boring Red Ranger had turned her off. So he figured if he dug around enough he'd find a power source to make him an evil Ranger for Kim to rescue and fall in love with again.

Too bad Trent had been the one to get the evil White Ranger powers instead of him. But he had taught that little jerk a lesson by having his Falcon spirit dive bomb all of Trent's outdoor art shows with rotten eggs and grape juice.

"Ding Dong!" went the doorbell.

With a sigh, Tommy went to the door. "Yes?" he asked as he opened it. He stared at the bearded man in slightly strange clothing.

"Tommy Oliver?" asked Daggeron.

That's me. How can I…OWWWW!" exclaimed Tommy as he was slapped with a leather glove.

"I hereby challenge thee to a race, Rainbow Ranger!"

"What?" asked Tommy as he rubbed his sore cheek. "Oh man! Why does every Ranger call me that? It's getting old." He remembered the time he had gotten drunk at a Red Ranger get-together and had woken up wearing a multicolored clown wig, a wide rainbow tie, and colorful clown makeup smeared all over his face.

"Are you not going to respond to my challenge?" demanded Daggeron. "Are you too cowardly?" He hoped he hadn't come all this way for nothing.

"I….wait just a damned minute here!" exclaimed Tommy. "You can't be a Ranger. You're way too old." He grabbed Daggeron and shook him. "How did you find out? Who told you?"

Daggeron yanked himself out of Tommy's grasp. "Of course I'm a Ranger. Been one for over a thousand years. Well except for the time I spent as a frog until my princess kissed me." He sighed at the memory. Too bad Madison only had eyes for the Red Ranger. But he already had plans to drive his Solar Streak through the church during the wedding and sweep her away.

"A thousand…" Tommy stared at him suspiciously. "It's a disguise isn't it? A fake beard…no, mask!"

"What are you talking about?" Daggeron was beginning to wonder if he had truly found the legendary Ranger of if this was just some crazed imposter.

"Zeo Ranger Five…Red!" cried Tommy, confirming his identity to Daggeron. "How dare you disguise yourself as a human, Goldar!" screeched Tommy as he charged at Daggeron with his weapon.

"Solaris Knight Ranger!"

"EEEEEP!" Tommy stopped in his tracks as Daggeron finished morphing. "You…are…really…a…Ranger?" asked Tommy as he demorphed.

"I am," replied Daggeron as he also demorphed.

"No fair!" Tommy wailed. "I thought I was the oldest Ranger ever!" He had given himself a trophy for it…along with his self-made trophies for Hottest Ranger, Hero of the
Universe, Best Pink Ranger Lover, Evilest Green Ranger, etc...

"Hardly. I hear the former Wolf Ranger from Wild force is about my age. And Udonna's at least fifty years older than me. I don't care if she claims she's only 1,138 years old."

"Well," Tommy sniffed. "At least I had a talking sword." His Best Yielder of a Yacking Weapon trophy was surely safe.

"Yeah, well, I do have this." Daggeron yanked his lamp from what appeared to be thin air.

Tommy narrowed his eyes. "An old lamp?" He laughed. "Is that your weapon, Old Man?"

"Jenji," mumbled Daggeron as Tommy continued to laugh. "'Wiseass Xander Attack Move'…on this guy."

Tommy hollered as a human-sized genie cat jumped on him and began hissing and clawing at him. "Get this steroidal cat off me!"

"Enough, Jenji!" ordered Daggeron. "I left a nice piece of liver for you in the lamp."

"Liver!" exclaimed Jenji happily. "My favorite!" He disappeared back into the lamp.

"Who…what…?" began Tommy as he stared dazedly at his now shredded clothing. Luckily, he had received only a few claw marks on himself.

"That's for trying to attack me before," explained Daggeron. "Now, shall we get down to business? I believe we have a race to conduct!"

"Race? What race?" asked Tommy, who had already forgotten Daggeron's original challenge.

Daggeron sighed as he pulled off his glove again.

"Wait!" cried Tommy at the visual cue. "No need to do that again. Just tell me what you're talking about."

"My solar streak against your race car. I want to prove that it's the fastest thing ever owned by a Ranger."

"Well, actually, the flying Zords would certainly be faster than any car."

"Humph" said Daggeron insulted. "Solar Streak is not a car." He pointed to Tommy's backyard where he had parked it.

Tommy gasped when he saw the large train.

"And, for your information, it flies. I've beaten that Megaship and a few flying Zords already." Daggeron didn't think a little fibbing would hurt his chances at getting to race the legendary Tommy Oliver. "So, how about it?"

"How about what?" asked Tommy.

"The race?" asked Daggeron yet again.

"With what?" asked Tommy. "I don't have a race car. I haven't raced for over eight years! I'm just a science tea…" He gaped as he noticed where exactly Solar Streak had landed. "My statue! Your stupid train crushed my statue! Now I'll have to pose for another one!" He grabbed Daggeron's hand and yanked off the leather glove. He then slapped Daggeron with it. "I accept! Just let me call a friend who owes me a big favor."

He pulled out a cell phone and pressed a few buttons. "Hello, TJ? Tommy. Remember when I said you owed me for getting the Power Chamber destroyed? Well, it's payback time."

Several hours later, the citizens of Reefside were treated to the sight of a drag race between Solar Streak and Lightning Cruiser. Then they were treated to the sight of the Reefside Police dragging the drivers away in handcuffs.