Power Ranger Fic!
*sigh* Well, I was working on chapter four of Can't Go Back when I was inspired to write this. It's just a short little fic focusing on the introduction of a new character... Sort of... Depends on your definition of character... So no, this isn't chapter 4. This is like... Chapter 3.5.
Title: Adoption Day
Fandom: Power Rangers (Turbo days)
Rating: PG, I guess.
Pairings: Rocky/Adam. DUH.
Words: 1008
Summary: Rocky makes an important addition to his and Adam's new apartment...
No, I don't own them. I wouldn't be keeping my fingers crossed for departmental scholarships if I did. I also do not own Meow Mix, the cat, or the annoying little jingle that get stuck in your head...
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Adoption Day
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As he crept stealthily into their small apartment, Rocky glanced furtively around, reassuring himself that Adam wasn’t there yet. Perfect. Gently, he loosened the defensive grip he had on the small bundle he was carrying before placing it on the grey chair in their small living room. Crouching down, he took a couple of seconds to further study his most recent addition to his and Adam’s apartment.
Dark yellow-green eyes stared back at him, unblinking, scrutinizing the young Hispanic with the same intensity. A smile flickered across Rocky’s face. He couldn’t say why the small, six-month old orange tabby had caught his eye over the other cats at the Humane Society, but he hadn’t been able to control the instant bond he’d felt with this cat.
“You know, I’m not sure Adam will be thrilled to see you,” the former blue ranger admitted to the cat. “I mean, yeah, he said I could get a cat, but he was probably thinking he’d get some say in it…” Granted, he hadn’t intended to come home with a cat - he’d only gone to the Humane Society building to look - but after seeing this little ball of orange fluff he hadn’t been able to risk someone else getting him before he could drag Adam back with him. He had had to have this cat.
The orange tabby meowed once, sounding regretful, as if he understood Rocky’s concern.
“Well, I guess you’ll just have to win him over, huh?”
Another meow.
“Don’t worry, he’s a big softie,” Rocky confided to the cat. “It won’t be hard for you to make him fall in love with you. Hell, he loves me. That means you’re guaranteed… “
The Hispanic trailed off as he heard the sound of someone at the door. “He’s home!” the eighteen-year old practically yelped. Lowering his voice, he hissed, “Okay, just stay quiet and don’t move!” Spinning, he quickly sat in the chair, arms coming to rest against the chair’s back, forming a little box with his body, effectively trapping the cat. He schooled his face into a mask of perfect innocence; nope, he wasn’t hiding anything…
“Hey Rocky.”
“Hey Adam,” he called, not looking back at him. Couldn’t let the cat escape… He had to tell Adam, not just have him find out he’d gone ahead and gotten one…
“What are you doing?” the voice was closer than Rocky had expected and he almost jumped when Adam came around the chair to stand in front of him. The flinch caused the tabby to growl quietly, though Rocky actually felt the soft noise rather than heard it.
Managing to suppress any guilt, the older teenager was proud of himself for keeping his voice even when he spoke. “Nothing. Why do I have to be doing something?” Even the feel of the hidden cat swatting at his back didn’t affect his tone.
Raising one eyebrow, Adam studied him dubiously, clearly not fully convinced. He knew Rocky too well; the other didn’t just “do nothing”. He was always doing something. His boyfriend didn’t have the self-control needed to just sit there…
“I am,” the Hispanic protested, managing to sound slightly indignant. “Just chillin’, you -” The last word came out as a startled yelp and this time he did jump out of the chair as a set of claws finally managed to catch him in the back through his shirt.
Adam simply watched in amusement, a small grin tugging at his lips as Rocky landed on the ground at his feet. His eyes then drifted up and he caught sight of a disgruntled looking cat perched on the chair like it was a throne. His grin threatened to grow even larger. “Why were you sitting on a cat?”
“I wasn’t sitting on him,” Rocky protested as he pushed himself back to his feet, “I was sitting in front of him…”
“Yet you were surprised he clawed you?” Stepping forward and kneeling before the chair, he eyed the orange ball of fluff. “So… this is one you picked then?”
The older teenager looked taken aback. “You’re… not mad at me for picking one without you?”
“You were the one who really wanted a cat. You know I’d have let you have whatever cat you wanted… Within reason, of course…” the Korean told him rather off-handedly. Reaching out, he gently stroked the soft fur between the cat’s ears, further calming the feline. “Have you named him yet?”
“I was thinking…” There was no missing the almost-embarrassment in his voice. “Baxter…”
Again, Adam raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Been watching those Meow Mix commercials again, haven’t you?”
The almost-embarrassment deepened into a downright abashed expression. “I can’t help it. They just keep playing them…” the former blue ranger defended himself weakly.
Unable to stop himself from laughing, Adam stood and leaned forward, rising up on his toes to give the taller boy a kiss in consolation. “Yet for some reason I love you anyway…” he mused out loud with a chuckle.
Refusing to release Adam, Rocky pulled him back and onto a small couch they had. “I’ll show you exactly why you love me anyway,” he growled playfully. “In celebration of Baxter’s adoption, of course…” Bracing his arms on either side of Adam he smirked down at the lithe Korean. Kissing Adam fiercely, he brushed his fingers back across the light olive cheek - the gentleness of that action contrasting sharply to their kiss - before it started lower, down the strong chest, towards blue jeans and -
Suddenly there was a mass of fur in Adam’s lap, blocking his hand. A sharp yowl startled him into flinching away from the younger boy slightly.
“İAi, Dios mio!” Rocky groaned, letting himself flop backwards away from his boyfriend even as Adam started snickering despite everything. “I’m never going to get any. Ever!” he lamented loudly. “I finally get away from my family and now the cat is taking their place… Dios mio…”
Baxter just meowed triumphantly from Adam’s lap.
“Well, you did say it was a celebration for him…”
END
Translation for the uninformed
Ai Dios mio - Oh my God.
Title: Adoption Day
Fandom: Power Rangers (Turbo days)
Rating: PG, I guess.
Pairings: Rocky/Adam. DUH.
Words: 1008
Summary: Rocky makes an important addition to his and Adam's new apartment...
No, I don't own them. I wouldn't be keeping my fingers crossed for departmental scholarships if I did. I also do not own Meow Mix, the cat, or the annoying little jingle that get stuck in your head...
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Adoption Day
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As he crept stealthily into their small apartment, Rocky glanced furtively around, reassuring himself that Adam wasn’t there yet. Perfect. Gently, he loosened the defensive grip he had on the small bundle he was carrying before placing it on the grey chair in their small living room. Crouching down, he took a couple of seconds to further study his most recent addition to his and Adam’s apartment.
Dark yellow-green eyes stared back at him, unblinking, scrutinizing the young Hispanic with the same intensity. A smile flickered across Rocky’s face. He couldn’t say why the small, six-month old orange tabby had caught his eye over the other cats at the Humane Society, but he hadn’t been able to control the instant bond he’d felt with this cat.
“You know, I’m not sure Adam will be thrilled to see you,” the former blue ranger admitted to the cat. “I mean, yeah, he said I could get a cat, but he was probably thinking he’d get some say in it…” Granted, he hadn’t intended to come home with a cat - he’d only gone to the Humane Society building to look - but after seeing this little ball of orange fluff he hadn’t been able to risk someone else getting him before he could drag Adam back with him. He had had to have this cat.
The orange tabby meowed once, sounding regretful, as if he understood Rocky’s concern.
“Well, I guess you’ll just have to win him over, huh?”
Another meow.
“Don’t worry, he’s a big softie,” Rocky confided to the cat. “It won’t be hard for you to make him fall in love with you. Hell, he loves me. That means you’re guaranteed… “
The Hispanic trailed off as he heard the sound of someone at the door. “He’s home!” the eighteen-year old practically yelped. Lowering his voice, he hissed, “Okay, just stay quiet and don’t move!” Spinning, he quickly sat in the chair, arms coming to rest against the chair’s back, forming a little box with his body, effectively trapping the cat. He schooled his face into a mask of perfect innocence; nope, he wasn’t hiding anything…
“Hey Rocky.”
“Hey Adam,” he called, not looking back at him. Couldn’t let the cat escape… He had to tell Adam, not just have him find out he’d gone ahead and gotten one…
“What are you doing?” the voice was closer than Rocky had expected and he almost jumped when Adam came around the chair to stand in front of him. The flinch caused the tabby to growl quietly, though Rocky actually felt the soft noise rather than heard it.
Managing to suppress any guilt, the older teenager was proud of himself for keeping his voice even when he spoke. “Nothing. Why do I have to be doing something?” Even the feel of the hidden cat swatting at his back didn’t affect his tone.
Raising one eyebrow, Adam studied him dubiously, clearly not fully convinced. He knew Rocky too well; the other didn’t just “do nothing”. He was always doing something. His boyfriend didn’t have the self-control needed to just sit there…
“I am,” the Hispanic protested, managing to sound slightly indignant. “Just chillin’, you -” The last word came out as a startled yelp and this time he did jump out of the chair as a set of claws finally managed to catch him in the back through his shirt.
Adam simply watched in amusement, a small grin tugging at his lips as Rocky landed on the ground at his feet. His eyes then drifted up and he caught sight of a disgruntled looking cat perched on the chair like it was a throne. His grin threatened to grow even larger. “Why were you sitting on a cat?”
“I wasn’t sitting on him,” Rocky protested as he pushed himself back to his feet, “I was sitting in front of him…”
“Yet you were surprised he clawed you?” Stepping forward and kneeling before the chair, he eyed the orange ball of fluff. “So… this is one you picked then?”
The older teenager looked taken aback. “You’re… not mad at me for picking one without you?”
“You were the one who really wanted a cat. You know I’d have let you have whatever cat you wanted… Within reason, of course…” the Korean told him rather off-handedly. Reaching out, he gently stroked the soft fur between the cat’s ears, further calming the feline. “Have you named him yet?”
“I was thinking…” There was no missing the almost-embarrassment in his voice. “Baxter…”
Again, Adam raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Been watching those Meow Mix commercials again, haven’t you?”
The almost-embarrassment deepened into a downright abashed expression. “I can’t help it. They just keep playing them…” the former blue ranger defended himself weakly.
Unable to stop himself from laughing, Adam stood and leaned forward, rising up on his toes to give the taller boy a kiss in consolation. “Yet for some reason I love you anyway…” he mused out loud with a chuckle.
Refusing to release Adam, Rocky pulled him back and onto a small couch they had. “I’ll show you exactly why you love me anyway,” he growled playfully. “In celebration of Baxter’s adoption, of course…” Bracing his arms on either side of Adam he smirked down at the lithe Korean. Kissing Adam fiercely, he brushed his fingers back across the light olive cheek - the gentleness of that action contrasting sharply to their kiss - before it started lower, down the strong chest, towards blue jeans and -
Suddenly there was a mass of fur in Adam’s lap, blocking his hand. A sharp yowl startled him into flinching away from the younger boy slightly.
“İAi, Dios mio!” Rocky groaned, letting himself flop backwards away from his boyfriend even as Adam started snickering despite everything. “I’m never going to get any. Ever!” he lamented loudly. “I finally get away from my family and now the cat is taking their place… Dios mio…”
Baxter just meowed triumphantly from Adam’s lap.
“Well, you did say it was a celebration for him…”
END
Translation for the uninformed
Ai Dios mio - Oh my God.