Title: You Got Served!

Author: Sierra

Rated: PG-13

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own any of this!

Summary: The Rangers face off in a dance competition!!! Multiple, random Rangers with a supposedly "dead guy" showing up . . . it makes no sense . . . don't try to figure it out! It might be better if you've seen the movie, or have some knowledge of dance . . .

A/N: Haha...I really shouldn't be allowed to have an imagination, it might turn into something like this! Yikes . . . I should probably apologize right now! LOL :)) Ayway, I wrote this sometime during the deployment after watching the horrible movie You Got Served, and I never actually posted it (I was too scared!) I'm an ANGST lover, NOT comedy!!!! LOL, as always . . . constructive criticism is welcomed :)

WARNINGS: Implied drug use, slash m/m sex, and bad comedy ahead!!!!

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Wes let out a long, loud sigh as he plopped down in the grass and started fiddling with a blade of grass discontentedly; his girlfriend, Jen, glared at him from across the pathway:

“Well???”

“ ‘Well’ what?”

“I thought you said they’d meet us here,” Jen said. “So, where are they?”

Wes looked around quickly, then stuck out his bottom lip in a pout. “How’m I supposed to know!?” he whined.

“They bailed on us,” Eric decided, stepping out from his spot leaning against his black SUV, a deep scowl on his face. “Sorry-ass, good for nothin’, motherfu---”

“Chill man! We’re here,” Lucas cut in, striding up with a bounce in his step.

“What the hell took you so long?” Eric demanded.

“Yeah, what if Tom’s gang showed up and you weren’t here?” Jen added, crossing her arms and flashing a disapproving gaze to her teammates.

“We’re here, ‘k?” Katie snapped. “Now---let’s get this done!”

As she spoke, Tommy walked up with his group of women in pink---Kimberly, Katherine, and Cassie; behind them, Zack, T.J. and Carlos followed at a distance. “Everyone here?” Tommy asked.

“We’re still waitin’ on a few,” Eric replied. “And Big Z . . . he ain’t here yet.”

“They’d better hurry up,” Katherine said, massaging Tommy’s arm. “I got some FUN planned for you---”

“Back off, biatch!” Kimberly snapped, her hand striking Kat’s face.

“He’s MINE!” Kat yelled. “You broke his heart!”

“Well, I want him back!”

“You can’t have him!”

“WHORE!”

“SLUT!”

“Ladies, ladies . . . please.” Tommy chuckled, then turned and stroked Cassie's face tenderly. “How ‘bout I take you out tonight?”

“Oh, Tommy!” Cassie gasped, her eyes widening.

“UGH!!!” Kat and Kim snarled.

Wes rolled his eyes. “Are we gonna get this done or what?”

“We’re still wait---” Jen began.

“No more waitin’,” Zordon said, materializing before them. “Sorry I’m late, ya’ll, I had some serious shit to take care of.” He smiled, holding up a sack of weed.

“No prob, Big Z!” Katie said, winking.

“D.J.,” Tommy said. “Drop it like it’s hot.”

Zack Taylor nodded. “Yeah!” he said, running his hands over the controls.

“Wes, you first!” Lucas said.

Wes jumped up as “Candy Shop” began playing. He bent over and removed his patent-leather shoes, putting on a pair of tap shoes. Taking a deep breath, he held out his arms and his feet started clapping on the concrete sidewalk.

“Ohhhh yeah!” Jen cried.

“Puhlease . . .” Kat groaned.

“GO GET ‘EM, WES!” Trip yelled.

I’ll take yuh to the candy shop . . .

Step---hop---step . . .

I’ll let you lick the lollipop . . .

Flap---back dig---heel . . .

G’on girl, don’t you stop . . .

Dig---brush---stomp . . .

Keep goin’ till you hit the spot. . .

“Yeah!” Eric shouted, as Wes finished off with two Russian wings.

“Way to show ‘em!” Jen said.

Wes turned to Tommy and put his index finger on his chest. “Today . . . you suckers got served!!!”

“Back off, wuss---" Tommy slapped his hand away.

“Ow . . .” Wes moaned, sticking his finger in his mouth.

“That ain’t nothin’,” Cassie said, stepping up.

Zack grinned, flipping songs.

His knees weak, palms are sweaty

There’s vomit on his sweater already---Mom’s spaghetti . . .

Cassie jumped onto her head and spun around wildly before leaping back up and kicking her leg up, catching her knee as it nearly hit her nose . . .

He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm ‘n ready, to drop bombs . . .

“Kick it, Cassie!” T.J. called.

“Yeah, girl!” Carlos said.

Cassie dropped down into a split and flung her head back, then got to her knees and spun twice; she got right up again, doing a pelvis thrust right to Eric, raising one finger in his direction.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh!” Tommy laughed. “YOU got SERVED!”

“Beat that!” Cassie dared.

Wes put an arm around Eric and lowered his voice. “Time to pull out the secret weapon . . . you ready?”

Eric patted his big, black suitcase. “Always.”

“Do it.”

Eric went over and whispered something to Zack, then began digging through his case.

If I should stay

I would only be in your way . . .

He slipped on a pair of canvas ballet slippers . . .

So I’ll go, but I know, I’ll think of you, every step of the way. . .

Wes wiped his eyes quickly as the Quantum Ranger began. “It’s so beautiful,” he whispered.

And I . . . will always love you

Plie . . . tendue . . . slow, single pirouette . . .

Oh I, will always love you

Developpe into second arabesque, leg extended to the rear, back arched . . .

“Kat,” Tommy murmured. “Can you beat that?”

“Anything for you, baby.” Kat reached into her tiny purse and---to the shock of Wes’ team---pulled out a full, pink tutu!

“Aww . . . hellll no!!!” Lucas groaned.

Kat whirled in next to Eric, who kept dancing, mindless of her.

Bittersweet, memories, that is all I am taking with me . . .

Pique turn, pique arabesque, down into a penche; Kat leaned forward, her leg straight in the air . . .

So goodbye, please don’t cry . . .

Eric turned to Kat and lifted her onto his shoulder, where she posed her slender arms above her head and her right leg curved delicately in front of her in an attitude . . .

We both know, I’m not what you need . . .

He dropped her into a fish dive, holding her steadily as she reached out, forming a graceful line . . .

“Wow . . .” Wes whispered.

“Eric . . .” Kat breathed as she stood up. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah,” Eric admitted. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“Guys,” Tommy said. “I think we all just learned an important lesson here.”

Wes nodded firmly, stepping forward to grasp Tommy’s hand. “No more,” he said softly.

“You know, guys,” Kimberly said. “I’ve got a GREAT idea! Instead of having a dance-off , let’s have a dance-on!!!”

“YEAH!!!”

Zordon smiled warmly. “This is what it’s all ‘bout, ya’ll,” he said.

“Now, let’s kick this shit!” Cassie cried.

I love you, you love me . . .

Trip slid over next to Katie and pulled her close . . .

We’re best friends like, friends should be . . .

Kimberly embraced Kat slowly . . .

With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you . . .

Wes leaned over and pressed his lips to---

“ERIC!?” Jen shouted.

Wes shrugged easily. “What can I say?” He looked back at Eric. “I’m a sucker for men in tights.”

“We’ll see what kind of sucker you are,” Eric teased.

Won’t you say you love me too?