Disclaimer: Just to keep it simple: A. I don't own Power Rangers. B. I just make fun of them; so don't get upset if I mock your favorite. C. Please review. I don't mind constructive criticism. D. Thanks to Writers Guide to the Universe and Power Rangers Central for providing a lot of the information that I need.

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 forty-three. It was requested by Dagmar Buse.

Mack and Wes

by

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

"There," said Mack to himself as he reattached his foot then put the screwdriver on the counter. He flexed his foot to the left, to the right...and all the way around. Rose should really love this, Mack thought happily. Ever since he found out she actually got turned on by robotic bodies, Mack did everything he could to make his do what a human's couldn't. Too bad he hadn't realized this until after he had accidentally come upon her and Alpha in the storage closet.

"Ding Dong!" came the doorbell. Mack just went on testing his foot. Next week he'd make his elbow bend backwards. Or maybe he'd just increase the length of his...

"Ding Dong! Ding Dong! Ding Dong!"

"Spencer! someone's at the door!" called Mack. "Spencer!"

"Ding Dong! Ding Dong! Ding Dong!"

"Spencer!" cried Mack a third time. Then he remembered that a week ago he had forced the man to take his first vacation in over thirty years. Not that his dad was any help crying and hanging onto the older man's legs as he hobbled to the taxi cab.

"Ding Dong! Ding Dong! Ding Dong!"

"Coming!" called Mack as he headed out the lab and to the front door. Fifteen minutes and a hundred Ding Dongs later, he finally reached it and opened it.

"About time!" said an annoyed Wes. "This city could've been smashed ten times over by the time you got your Red Ranger butt in gear. How this city is still in one piece is beyond me." He gave the newest Red Ranger a stern glare. He wondered why Tommy and Jason had been snickering as they assigned him the job of inviting Mack to the Red Ranger meetings and get-togethers.

"Red Ran...oh, you must've recognized my voice from Good Morning San Angeles," said Mack as he leaned against the doorway. "So, who are you and what are you selling?"

"I'm Wes, Red Time Force Ranger." He offered his hand to the other man. "Yeeeeeeeeeesh!" he yelped jumping back as Mack's hand came off in his. He landed backwards into a pile of manure an underpaid, disgruntled gardener left by the door.

"Oh, sorry about that. I guess I must not have screwed it back on tightly enough." Rose had really 'rewarded' him last night when he showed her how the back of his hand could now touch the back of his lower arm.

"Ewwwwwww! My clothes!" complained Wes.

"And you stink too!" added Mack as he held his nose. "Oh, right," he said as Wes glared at him again. "Come into the mansion. I'm sure I could lend a fellow Red Ranger some clothes."

"Yes, sure. I'll really appreciate...wait," said Wes stopping short. "Mansion?" He looked up, and for the first time since arriving actually noticed the enormity of Mack's house. Damn! That's what he got for concentrating so hard on how to get Jen back to the thirtieth century. He knew she could be tough. But it wasn't until he actually married her that she put restrictions on everything. including making him get rid of his beloved motorcycle and saluting her in public. Alex didn't know how lucky he was. Or did he?

"Built by my great great great grandfather," bragged Mack. "Oh, wait, I mean by my dad's great great grandfather. But then again if it's okay for me to be called his son, then I could surely consider myself related to...." he stopped as Wes stared at him. "Never mind, it's too complicated."

"What?" asked Wes as he followed Mack through the rooms...seven eight nine rooms...."The fact that you're an android too stupid to know you're an android?"

"Heh," chuckled Mack with a shake of his head. "I guess my hand coming off gave me away."

"That and the 'Made in Hartford Mansion' stamped onto the back of your neck." Seventeen, eighteen, how big was this place? thought Wes in a slight panic. Surely, he wouldn't lose his position as richest Red Ranger. Sure, he claimed he didn't care about his dad's money. But that was only an excuse to escape the boring business side of it. Wes still loved the perks. And getting to rule as king during their meetings just because he was the only one who could provide the other Red Rangers with free massages and booze was definitely a perk he didn't want to lose.

"So, what are you here for anyway?" asked Mack as they passed through the what had to be the fiftieth room.

"Uh, nothing..." replied Wes. Nothing important. I just wanted to check out a fellow Red Ranger." No way was he going to invite this guy to join the Red's get-togethers. He'd just have to come up with an excuse for the other guys.

"Here we are," announced Mack as they entered a large bedroom. "The bathroom is through that door. I'll get you some clean clothes and pass them to you."

"Thanks," mumbled Wes as he entered the other room.

"So," said Mack as he rifled through a drawer for a shirt. "You just came here to meet me?"

"Uh, yeah," replied Wes lamely as he pulled off his shirt and pants.

"Give me you stuff so I can have it washed," suggested Mack. "I guess Us Red Rangers have to stick together."

"We sure do," grinned Wes as he dumped his clothes outside the door. Great, this dope would stay out of the Red Ranger group and he'd remain their resident rich kid. He reached out the door for a new set of clothes, only to be handed nothing. "Hello?" asked Wes as he peaked out the door. He saw a note on the bed and no Mack. Wes frowned as he grabbed the paper.

"Thanks for leaving the info about your Red Ranger meetings in you pants pocket" Mack had scribbled. "By the time you find your way out of here, I'll be there with the photo I just took of you in your Daffy Duck boxers."

"Noooooooo!" cried Wes as he jumped out the nearest open window and ran down the street in his underwear.

"Heh, heh, heh!" laughed Mack as he stepped out of the closet. "That'll teach him not to mess with the richest Red Ranger ever!" He began to do a happy dance....until his head fell off. "Oh, crap," he groaned as his body began walking aimlessly into the walls. I keep forgetting to screw that back on tightly."

"Master Mack! I've return....oh dear, not again," groaned Spencer ar he pulled out his cell phone. "Hello, Phillips? Yes, it's me. He's walking into the walls without his head again. How about yours? Arrested? Indecent exposure this time?" Say, why don't we just go and extend our vacations for another month? I know this nude beach..."

AN- I just had to get something in with the butlers at the end.