ZiggyxDillonShipper
03-30-2009, 02:39 AM
Disclaimer: Nothing but the plot.
Rating: Children from age 13+
Pairings:Implied one-sided Dillon/Ziggy, which means this is a slashfic.
Warnings: RPM fic. This is a slight romance fic! And an early heads up and thanks to my fellow Ranger Talk buddies whom, along with the RPM episodes, have inspired me to write a ZiggyxDillon fic! One-Shot, takes place after 'Go for the Green' and no further spoilers.
A/N: Don't flame. Just don't. You'll be stupid enough to do so if you didn't read this note, and I'll be annoyed enough to delete it because you decided to be an idiot.
Word Count: 1268
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Which ever person said colorful toy balls didn't hurt when bounced around were wrong. Dead wrong. Colorful toy spheres were now bouncing all over the place at top speed, and even though Dillon with no last name could've easily dodged them within milliseconds, he was now consequently getting bonged with flying balls that were thwacking against his built physique. Why? The young man with no last name glared at the smaller man next to him who was already on the floor groaning in pain. Well, he attempted to glare at him but failed when a flying yellow orb hit him square in the forehead. He yelped in surprise and groaned in pain when another ball hit him square in the in-between. That was it. He yelled rather savagely at the computer screen in front of him.
“END SIMULATION!” Immediately, the spheres dissipated within the training room walls by some sort of magnetic attraction. All that was left in the end were two very exhausted men, and an equally angry computer screen.
“If you keep ending simulation every five minutes, there will be no progression, and in order for Ziggy to successfully bec-”
“Save it for the choir.” snapped the older man rather dangerously. The computer screen sighed, and automatically cleared the monitor out, leaving a both angry and exhausted young man clad in a wife-beater and sweats, and a younger man in the same exact out-fit.
“Honestly, Ziggy; you can't handle a simple barrage of toy balls!? They're toys for God's sake, they're not even supposed to hurt!”
“You're not the one who got hit in the eye!..... Twice! And in the back of the head! Not to mention the underpants area!” replied the younger man on the floor who was scratching at his left eye with two fingers and holding his abdomen with the other.
“It can't be that bad,” he muttered stooping down to sit next to the ailing young man, “they're toys for god's sake....” The frizzy haired ranger rubbed at what seemed to be a growing red blotch on his face. Dillon gulped. Maybe he was wrong about this one...
“Ow! What are you doing!? Stop! Stop it!” the younger man flapped his hands in front of the older ranger. Dillon caught both of his hands quickly with one of his own. After a few more seconds of squirming, Ziggy finally gave up, and Dillon was breathing rather heavily. His focus then turned to the left eye of the green ranger, which was now successfully red, and on some parts, and light shade of blue. Dillon gulped again. “Can you not stare at it like it's from another planet,” whined the confined younger ranger. Dillon glared straight into the uninjured eye of the green ranger. “please,” he squawked a few seconds later. Dillon wearily sighed, and once again turned his focus back to the injured eye.
And this seemed like the perfect moment to go get Summer in for some help. They eye was thoroughly red now, up to the eyebrow, and the blues were growing rather rapidly. Dillon had absolutely no idea how the heck two kiddie balls could create this much damage, but now he knew that underestimating an inanimate object could indeed hurt. Per se, Ziggy, who was now trying to squint with the injured eye and failing. Again, a great time to drag Summer into the story, but for some unknown reason, Dillon decided against it.
“Will you hold still for one second while I try to help you?” Dillon sincerely hoped to whomever was up there that Ziggy understood that what he asked was rhetorical. He let go of Ziggy's arms, and gently pushed his face closer for a better view. He put two fingers under his chin, and used his other hand to soothingly thumb over the bruised eye which was already starting to water. He knew the younger ranger was in pain. If he had a bruised eye, he probably would've burned down the domed city down by now.
“Dillon, can we just call Summer in? It's starting to hurt... A lot!”
“Hold still for a bit longer while I get it covered up. Then we'll call mother goose.” He removed his hands from the small face and went to his wife-beater. Instantly, he ripped off a piece of cloth and rolled it into a small ball. He then blew hot air into the little sphere and gently pressed into the younger ranger's eye.
“OW!”
“Stop fidgeting!”
“Stop pressing!”
“AHHHHH!”
“OOMPH!”
Suddenly, both men were on top of each other. Dillon's hand was still firmly pressed on Ziggy's eye, while his other arm was pinning both of Ziggy's hands above his head, and completely immobilized. Ziggy took a large gulp, and perspiration collected on his on the top of his brow. Dillon's breathing was heavier than ever, and for one moment, time itself ceased to exist as the two young men lay on top of each other in the middle of the training room.
And then Ziggy's leg shifted, and hit Dillon in the calf.
“OW! Dammit, Ziggy! Just hold still!” And they were back to square one. He took one of Ziggy's now wandering hands, and placed it over the younger man's injured eye. “now if you don't mind, I'd like to go call biker girl and have her save your butt from an infection.”
“I'd be nice if we both got up first,” ranger green retorted rather rudely.
“And it's be double nice if you'd keep your mouth shut and do as I say.” Dillon's hands went to his Ziggy's collar. “just stay still and don't rub your eyes. The cloth will keep it safe for a few minutes.”
“But you can't just leave me here! It hurts, let me come with you! I'm not that incompetent.” Dillon raised an eyebrow at Ziggy's sudden vocabulary shift.
“Don't make me answer that.”
“Oh come on!” he squeaked. Dillon sighed.
“I can't let you do that.”
“But it's just an eye injury! My legs are perfectly fine!”
“Funny. Just five minutes ago you were complaining about how your body was going to crumble, and then two minutes ago you were whining about how bad your eye was and how much your 'underpants area' hurt, and now that I'm actually attempting to help you, you're telling me you're competent of doing all the things you less than ten minutes ago explained you were incompetent of doing. Is that it, Ziggy? Were you lying to me?” Dillon's grip grew tighter around Ziggy's collar.
“Please,” squeaked the green ranger in pain. “you're crushing me!” And that's when Dillon noticed just how close they were; on top of each other, legs now entwined in a jumble, and their lips only two small inches apart. Plus the fact that Dillon was on top, who not only doubled the height of Ziggy, but was probably about seventy pounds plus of pure muscle. Overall, it was an OK position for Dillon, but a not so OK one for Ziggy, who was unsuccessfully trying to breathe correctly.
“Fine, just don't move around too much while we're walking.” He released Ziggy's collar and made his way out of Ziggy's still very disorientated body. “who would've thought colorful balls would cause this much damage?” he added sarcastically dusting off. He then took hold of Ziggy's shoulder and attempted to hoist the young man over when a small yelp emitted from Ziggy's lips. Dillon stared in disbelief. “what now?”
Ziggy took a big gulp before answering. “I think I hurt my shoulder, too.”
The End
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Rating: Children from age 13+
Pairings:Implied one-sided Dillon/Ziggy, which means this is a slashfic.
Warnings: RPM fic. This is a slight romance fic! And an early heads up and thanks to my fellow Ranger Talk buddies whom, along with the RPM episodes, have inspired me to write a ZiggyxDillon fic! One-Shot, takes place after 'Go for the Green' and no further spoilers.
A/N: Don't flame. Just don't. You'll be stupid enough to do so if you didn't read this note, and I'll be annoyed enough to delete it because you decided to be an idiot.
Word Count: 1268
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Which ever person said colorful toy balls didn't hurt when bounced around were wrong. Dead wrong. Colorful toy spheres were now bouncing all over the place at top speed, and even though Dillon with no last name could've easily dodged them within milliseconds, he was now consequently getting bonged with flying balls that were thwacking against his built physique. Why? The young man with no last name glared at the smaller man next to him who was already on the floor groaning in pain. Well, he attempted to glare at him but failed when a flying yellow orb hit him square in the forehead. He yelped in surprise and groaned in pain when another ball hit him square in the in-between. That was it. He yelled rather savagely at the computer screen in front of him.
“END SIMULATION!” Immediately, the spheres dissipated within the training room walls by some sort of magnetic attraction. All that was left in the end were two very exhausted men, and an equally angry computer screen.
“If you keep ending simulation every five minutes, there will be no progression, and in order for Ziggy to successfully bec-”
“Save it for the choir.” snapped the older man rather dangerously. The computer screen sighed, and automatically cleared the monitor out, leaving a both angry and exhausted young man clad in a wife-beater and sweats, and a younger man in the same exact out-fit.
“Honestly, Ziggy; you can't handle a simple barrage of toy balls!? They're toys for God's sake, they're not even supposed to hurt!”
“You're not the one who got hit in the eye!..... Twice! And in the back of the head! Not to mention the underpants area!” replied the younger man on the floor who was scratching at his left eye with two fingers and holding his abdomen with the other.
“It can't be that bad,” he muttered stooping down to sit next to the ailing young man, “they're toys for god's sake....” The frizzy haired ranger rubbed at what seemed to be a growing red blotch on his face. Dillon gulped. Maybe he was wrong about this one...
“Ow! What are you doing!? Stop! Stop it!” the younger man flapped his hands in front of the older ranger. Dillon caught both of his hands quickly with one of his own. After a few more seconds of squirming, Ziggy finally gave up, and Dillon was breathing rather heavily. His focus then turned to the left eye of the green ranger, which was now successfully red, and on some parts, and light shade of blue. Dillon gulped again. “Can you not stare at it like it's from another planet,” whined the confined younger ranger. Dillon glared straight into the uninjured eye of the green ranger. “please,” he squawked a few seconds later. Dillon wearily sighed, and once again turned his focus back to the injured eye.
And this seemed like the perfect moment to go get Summer in for some help. They eye was thoroughly red now, up to the eyebrow, and the blues were growing rather rapidly. Dillon had absolutely no idea how the heck two kiddie balls could create this much damage, but now he knew that underestimating an inanimate object could indeed hurt. Per se, Ziggy, who was now trying to squint with the injured eye and failing. Again, a great time to drag Summer into the story, but for some unknown reason, Dillon decided against it.
“Will you hold still for one second while I try to help you?” Dillon sincerely hoped to whomever was up there that Ziggy understood that what he asked was rhetorical. He let go of Ziggy's arms, and gently pushed his face closer for a better view. He put two fingers under his chin, and used his other hand to soothingly thumb over the bruised eye which was already starting to water. He knew the younger ranger was in pain. If he had a bruised eye, he probably would've burned down the domed city down by now.
“Dillon, can we just call Summer in? It's starting to hurt... A lot!”
“Hold still for a bit longer while I get it covered up. Then we'll call mother goose.” He removed his hands from the small face and went to his wife-beater. Instantly, he ripped off a piece of cloth and rolled it into a small ball. He then blew hot air into the little sphere and gently pressed into the younger ranger's eye.
“OW!”
“Stop fidgeting!”
“Stop pressing!”
“AHHHHH!”
“OOMPH!”
Suddenly, both men were on top of each other. Dillon's hand was still firmly pressed on Ziggy's eye, while his other arm was pinning both of Ziggy's hands above his head, and completely immobilized. Ziggy took a large gulp, and perspiration collected on his on the top of his brow. Dillon's breathing was heavier than ever, and for one moment, time itself ceased to exist as the two young men lay on top of each other in the middle of the training room.
And then Ziggy's leg shifted, and hit Dillon in the calf.
“OW! Dammit, Ziggy! Just hold still!” And they were back to square one. He took one of Ziggy's now wandering hands, and placed it over the younger man's injured eye. “now if you don't mind, I'd like to go call biker girl and have her save your butt from an infection.”
“I'd be nice if we both got up first,” ranger green retorted rather rudely.
“And it's be double nice if you'd keep your mouth shut and do as I say.” Dillon's hands went to his Ziggy's collar. “just stay still and don't rub your eyes. The cloth will keep it safe for a few minutes.”
“But you can't just leave me here! It hurts, let me come with you! I'm not that incompetent.” Dillon raised an eyebrow at Ziggy's sudden vocabulary shift.
“Don't make me answer that.”
“Oh come on!” he squeaked. Dillon sighed.
“I can't let you do that.”
“But it's just an eye injury! My legs are perfectly fine!”
“Funny. Just five minutes ago you were complaining about how your body was going to crumble, and then two minutes ago you were whining about how bad your eye was and how much your 'underpants area' hurt, and now that I'm actually attempting to help you, you're telling me you're competent of doing all the things you less than ten minutes ago explained you were incompetent of doing. Is that it, Ziggy? Were you lying to me?” Dillon's grip grew tighter around Ziggy's collar.
“Please,” squeaked the green ranger in pain. “you're crushing me!” And that's when Dillon noticed just how close they were; on top of each other, legs now entwined in a jumble, and their lips only two small inches apart. Plus the fact that Dillon was on top, who not only doubled the height of Ziggy, but was probably about seventy pounds plus of pure muscle. Overall, it was an OK position for Dillon, but a not so OK one for Ziggy, who was unsuccessfully trying to breathe correctly.
“Fine, just don't move around too much while we're walking.” He released Ziggy's collar and made his way out of Ziggy's still very disorientated body. “who would've thought colorful balls would cause this much damage?” he added sarcastically dusting off. He then took hold of Ziggy's shoulder and attempted to hoist the young man over when a small yelp emitted from Ziggy's lips. Dillon stared in disbelief. “what now?”
Ziggy took a big gulp before answering. “I think I hurt my shoulder, too.”
The End
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