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Title: Fanclub
Author: LttleDvl
Fandom: Power Rangers SPD
Rating: Everyone
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own a bit of it; I just like to play around with the characters.
Summary: Sky’s a popular guy at the Academy. Maybe a bit too popular...
Word count: 1494
(A/N: This is the first part of the '5 Things Challenge'. I think you should know that I wrote this after I completed chapter 6 of the story 'S.P.D. Premonitions'. I decided to try to write the prank out that Syd recalls and this is what I came up with.
As far as the prank itself goes; do you think they would ever do any such thing? I’ll let you decide that ; )
'This is starting to get ridiculous,' Sky thought to himself. He found that he couldn’t go hardly anywhere within S.P.D. without being followed by a bunch of other cadets; most of them being younger girl cadets. He heard some faint giggling come from behind him and he clenched his fists in frustration. 'I swear, if they don’t leave me alone, I’m going to commit murder,' he thought angrily.
The only places in which he was free of his ‘fans’ were the command center and the zord bay. And only because those were restricted areas. At least he was mildly safe in his room, although they sometimes waited right outside.
One of them had even broken into his room once, which had the cadet in question winding up in a rather tight spot as she had managed to break in on Bridge. The Green Ranger had not been amused. 'Never make Bridge mad,' Sky reminded himself. 'You’ll never know what a psychic is capable of.'
He heard another giggle and quickened his pace; entering the sanctuary of his room. The door slid closed behind him; leaning back against it, he sighed hugely.
Bridge, stretched out on his bed, looked up from the magazine he was reading. “Getting chased again?”
Sky just shot him an angry glare and flopped down onto his bed; practically growling as he clenched his fists. “I swear, Bridge if they don’t leave me alone soon, I’ll...” Sky became so frustrated that he couldn’t continue.
Bridge dropped his magazine and sat up. “I’m glad that you brought that up. I think I have an idea.” He grinned slyly.
Sky just arched his eyebrows in response, wondering what his friend could have come up with now.
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Bridge hopped down off of the ladder, as he finished putting the last piece of his contraption in place. Contraption, only because Sky had no idea what else to call it. He didn’t even really want to know what Bridge had made it out of. It looked like someone had wired a bunch of cans together and stuck the whole thing in a box. It was currently hanging upside down, the tops of the cans aiming at the floor below.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Sky asked.
“Absolutely. If this doesn’t deter a gaggle of giggling girls, I don’t know what else will,” Bridge answered.
Sky was still a bit reluctant, but he was beginning to grow desperate for some piece and quiet. Just earlier that day, one of his ‘fans’ had managed to corner him in the shower. How in the hell she had managed to sneak into the boys’ locker room during the middle of the day, he had no idea, but as far as he was concerned that was the final straw.
“Alright. I just hope this works,” Sky said.
“Trust me it will.” Bridge replied just as they heard several footsteps headed their way.
Sky and Bridge darted for the nearest hallway, just around the corner, hidden from view.
“I know he came this way.” One girl spoke up.
“I think I saw him talking to that green guy.” Another said.
Just as they reached the doorway; Bridge hit a button on his remote control and suddenly twenty cans released their slimy contents unto their unsuspecting victims.
High-pitched girlish squeals rang throughout the hall. Bridge and Sky looked at the girls in question and started laughing.
One of the girls heard them and stalked over to where they were leaning against the wall.
Bridge took one look at the purple and green slime drenched girl and had doubled over laughing. Sliding down along the wall; Bridge sank to the ground, laughing still as the slime dripped from the top of her head to make a squishy splat noise onto the floor.
Sky also had a hard time trying to control his laughter, but at least he managed it a bit better than Bridge. “Sorry.” He managed to stutter out between laughs.
“Sorry!” she flushed crimson and balled her fists up. “I should report you, Sky Tate!”
Sky stopped laughing as he recognized her. “And I should report you for being in the boys’ locker room.”
She just stood there, not saying anything else as the rest of the girls joined them; leaving a trail of slime behind all along the hall floor.
Bridge had almost regained control of himself, but doubled up again at their appearance, gasping for air.
One girl glared at both the Blue and Green Rangers. “I think you’re both going to be in big trouble for this.”
“No, I don’t think so.” Bridge finally stopped laughing long enough to get himself off of the floor. “If anyone’s going to be in trouble here, it’s going to be all of you.”
“Just how do you figure that?” one girl asked, angrily crossing her arms across her chest.
Sky held up a hand and began to count points off on his fingers. “First, you broke into mine and Bridge’s room; a clear violation of S.P.D. regulations.”
“Second,” Bridge piped up, “harassment of a fellow cadet is also a violation; and believe me, I think chasing someone at every waking hour all over the academy counts as harassment.”
“Third,” Sky continued “female cadets are not permitted in the boys’ bathroom or showers; that's another violation.”
Bridge glanced at Sky. “The bathroom? When did that happen?”
“Just this morning.” Sky pointed to the first girl who had approached them. “She managed to corner me in the shower. When all I had on was a towel, no less.” His face flushed slightly.
“Well, that at least was worth it.” She retorted smugly as Sky turned redder.
Bridge stepped between them. “Look, I think this is starting to get out of hand. You all could wind up in serious trouble by what you’re doing. I don’t think Sky really wants to see you all get expelled.”
“You want to bet on that?” Sky muttered under his breath.
Bridge frowned at him slightly. “How about we call a truce? You guys stop chasing Sky all over the place, and we’ll make sure that, um…” he pointed at the slime covered girls “something like that doesn’t ever happen again.”
“You wouldn’t.” one girl spoke up.
“Oh he would.” Sky replied. “Never mess with a scientific computer genius who also happens to be psychic.”
Bridge turned towards Sky. “Thanks!”
The first girl stepped forward. “Alright, truce. We won’t chase you around anymore. I’d have to say that after this mess…” she flung some of the slime off herself; parts of it landing on both the wall and the floor “I really don’t want to find out what else you’re capable of.”
Grinning, Bridge and Sky briefly glanced at each other.
“Ok, so how do we get this stuff off?” one girl asked.
“It just washes right off.” Bridge replied. He pulled out a small bottle of water and dumped some of it onto the spot of slime that the cadet had flung on the wall. “See...” he stopped when the slime spot didn’t budge an inch. “Uh-oh.”
“Uh-oh!? What do you mean by ‘uh-oh’?” one girl almost yelled.
“Bridge...” Sky started to sound agitated.
“I don’t understand.” Bridge peered closer at the slime as he poked it with his finger. “It’s supposed to come off. At least that’s what the recipe said.”
“Recipe?” Sky really didn’t like the sounds of where this was going.
“Yah, I was going through the archives and found out about this stuff. It was really popular about 40 years ago. Can you believe it was actually made as a kid’s toy? There was even a TV show that would dump it on people all the time. But of course, it’s not around anymore, so I looked up how I could make it, but a couple of the ingredients don’t exist now, so I had to substitute...oh.” Bridge stopped himself and looked sheepishly back at Sky and the girls. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have tried to substitute anything?”
“Ugh.” Sky placed his hand on his forehead. “Bridge...”
Bridge shrugged. “Sorry. I had no idea this would happen.” He turned towards the girls. “Honestly. I thought it was just going to come right off.”
“Well, now what do we do?” a girl asked.
“Um...” Bridge began.
“Nothing.” Sky butted in. “You all get cleaned up. If you can’t get it out of your clothes or...” he cringed slightly “your hair, let Bridge know. I’m sure he can reverse engineer something that will break this stuff down.” Sky looked pointedly at Bridge. You’d better, he thought intently, hoping that Bridge would pick up his thought.
From the look on the Green Ranger’s face, Sky was pretty certain that he had.
The girls turned and began to shuffle away.
“What about all of...” Bridge pointed at the mess in the hall.
“Let’s just hope the custodial staff never figures out who’s responsible.” Sky replied.
(Yes, I did write this a while ago, I thought I had posted it to
prfanfiction ; but I couldn't find the entry, so I assume I must not have. So at any rate, here it is now!)
Author: LttleDvl
Fandom: Power Rangers SPD
Rating: Everyone
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own a bit of it; I just like to play around with the characters.
Summary: Sky’s a popular guy at the Academy. Maybe a bit too popular...
Word count: 1494
(A/N: This is the first part of the '5 Things Challenge'. I think you should know that I wrote this after I completed chapter 6 of the story 'S.P.D. Premonitions'. I decided to try to write the prank out that Syd recalls and this is what I came up with.
As far as the prank itself goes; do you think they would ever do any such thing? I’ll let you decide that ; )
'This is starting to get ridiculous,' Sky thought to himself. He found that he couldn’t go hardly anywhere within S.P.D. without being followed by a bunch of other cadets; most of them being younger girl cadets. He heard some faint giggling come from behind him and he clenched his fists in frustration. 'I swear, if they don’t leave me alone, I’m going to commit murder,' he thought angrily.
The only places in which he was free of his ‘fans’ were the command center and the zord bay. And only because those were restricted areas. At least he was mildly safe in his room, although they sometimes waited right outside.
One of them had even broken into his room once, which had the cadet in question winding up in a rather tight spot as she had managed to break in on Bridge. The Green Ranger had not been amused. 'Never make Bridge mad,' Sky reminded himself. 'You’ll never know what a psychic is capable of.'
He heard another giggle and quickened his pace; entering the sanctuary of his room. The door slid closed behind him; leaning back against it, he sighed hugely.
Bridge, stretched out on his bed, looked up from the magazine he was reading. “Getting chased again?”
Sky just shot him an angry glare and flopped down onto his bed; practically growling as he clenched his fists. “I swear, Bridge if they don’t leave me alone soon, I’ll...” Sky became so frustrated that he couldn’t continue.
Bridge dropped his magazine and sat up. “I’m glad that you brought that up. I think I have an idea.” He grinned slyly.
Sky just arched his eyebrows in response, wondering what his friend could have come up with now.
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Bridge hopped down off of the ladder, as he finished putting the last piece of his contraption in place. Contraption, only because Sky had no idea what else to call it. He didn’t even really want to know what Bridge had made it out of. It looked like someone had wired a bunch of cans together and stuck the whole thing in a box. It was currently hanging upside down, the tops of the cans aiming at the floor below.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Sky asked.
“Absolutely. If this doesn’t deter a gaggle of giggling girls, I don’t know what else will,” Bridge answered.
Sky was still a bit reluctant, but he was beginning to grow desperate for some piece and quiet. Just earlier that day, one of his ‘fans’ had managed to corner him in the shower. How in the hell she had managed to sneak into the boys’ locker room during the middle of the day, he had no idea, but as far as he was concerned that was the final straw.
“Alright. I just hope this works,” Sky said.
“Trust me it will.” Bridge replied just as they heard several footsteps headed their way.
Sky and Bridge darted for the nearest hallway, just around the corner, hidden from view.
“I know he came this way.” One girl spoke up.
“I think I saw him talking to that green guy.” Another said.
Just as they reached the doorway; Bridge hit a button on his remote control and suddenly twenty cans released their slimy contents unto their unsuspecting victims.
High-pitched girlish squeals rang throughout the hall. Bridge and Sky looked at the girls in question and started laughing.
One of the girls heard them and stalked over to where they were leaning against the wall.
Bridge took one look at the purple and green slime drenched girl and had doubled over laughing. Sliding down along the wall; Bridge sank to the ground, laughing still as the slime dripped from the top of her head to make a squishy splat noise onto the floor.
Sky also had a hard time trying to control his laughter, but at least he managed it a bit better than Bridge. “Sorry.” He managed to stutter out between laughs.
“Sorry!” she flushed crimson and balled her fists up. “I should report you, Sky Tate!”
Sky stopped laughing as he recognized her. “And I should report you for being in the boys’ locker room.”
She just stood there, not saying anything else as the rest of the girls joined them; leaving a trail of slime behind all along the hall floor.
Bridge had almost regained control of himself, but doubled up again at their appearance, gasping for air.
One girl glared at both the Blue and Green Rangers. “I think you’re both going to be in big trouble for this.”
“No, I don’t think so.” Bridge finally stopped laughing long enough to get himself off of the floor. “If anyone’s going to be in trouble here, it’s going to be all of you.”
“Just how do you figure that?” one girl asked, angrily crossing her arms across her chest.
Sky held up a hand and began to count points off on his fingers. “First, you broke into mine and Bridge’s room; a clear violation of S.P.D. regulations.”
“Second,” Bridge piped up, “harassment of a fellow cadet is also a violation; and believe me, I think chasing someone at every waking hour all over the academy counts as harassment.”
“Third,” Sky continued “female cadets are not permitted in the boys’ bathroom or showers; that's another violation.”
Bridge glanced at Sky. “The bathroom? When did that happen?”
“Just this morning.” Sky pointed to the first girl who had approached them. “She managed to corner me in the shower. When all I had on was a towel, no less.” His face flushed slightly.
“Well, that at least was worth it.” She retorted smugly as Sky turned redder.
Bridge stepped between them. “Look, I think this is starting to get out of hand. You all could wind up in serious trouble by what you’re doing. I don’t think Sky really wants to see you all get expelled.”
“You want to bet on that?” Sky muttered under his breath.
Bridge frowned at him slightly. “How about we call a truce? You guys stop chasing Sky all over the place, and we’ll make sure that, um…” he pointed at the slime covered girls “something like that doesn’t ever happen again.”
“You wouldn’t.” one girl spoke up.
“Oh he would.” Sky replied. “Never mess with a scientific computer genius who also happens to be psychic.”
Bridge turned towards Sky. “Thanks!”
The first girl stepped forward. “Alright, truce. We won’t chase you around anymore. I’d have to say that after this mess…” she flung some of the slime off herself; parts of it landing on both the wall and the floor “I really don’t want to find out what else you’re capable of.”
Grinning, Bridge and Sky briefly glanced at each other.
“Ok, so how do we get this stuff off?” one girl asked.
“It just washes right off.” Bridge replied. He pulled out a small bottle of water and dumped some of it onto the spot of slime that the cadet had flung on the wall. “See...” he stopped when the slime spot didn’t budge an inch. “Uh-oh.”
“Uh-oh!? What do you mean by ‘uh-oh’?” one girl almost yelled.
“Bridge...” Sky started to sound agitated.
“I don’t understand.” Bridge peered closer at the slime as he poked it with his finger. “It’s supposed to come off. At least that’s what the recipe said.”
“Recipe?” Sky really didn’t like the sounds of where this was going.
“Yah, I was going through the archives and found out about this stuff. It was really popular about 40 years ago. Can you believe it was actually made as a kid’s toy? There was even a TV show that would dump it on people all the time. But of course, it’s not around anymore, so I looked up how I could make it, but a couple of the ingredients don’t exist now, so I had to substitute...oh.” Bridge stopped himself and looked sheepishly back at Sky and the girls. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have tried to substitute anything?”
“Ugh.” Sky placed his hand on his forehead. “Bridge...”
Bridge shrugged. “Sorry. I had no idea this would happen.” He turned towards the girls. “Honestly. I thought it was just going to come right off.”
“Well, now what do we do?” a girl asked.
“Um...” Bridge began.
“Nothing.” Sky butted in. “You all get cleaned up. If you can’t get it out of your clothes or...” he cringed slightly “your hair, let Bridge know. I’m sure he can reverse engineer something that will break this stuff down.” Sky looked pointedly at Bridge. You’d better, he thought intently, hoping that Bridge would pick up his thought.
From the look on the Green Ranger’s face, Sky was pretty certain that he had.
The girls turned and began to shuffle away.
“What about all of...” Bridge pointed at the mess in the hall.
“Let’s just hope the custodial staff never figures out who’s responsible.” Sky replied.
(Yes, I did write this a while ago, I thought I had posted it to
prfanfiction ; but I couldn't find the entry, so I assume I must not have. So at any rate, here it is now!)