Disclaimer: This story was inspired and adapted from season 1 of the TV show, “Gossip Girl.” Many aspects of this fic will be AU, but the intent is to remain true to the spirit of the Mystic Force season. Neither “Gossip Girl” nor “Power Rangers” belong to me.

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Chapter 9: Little C’s Big Emergency

“I say there most incredulous lady, you’re standing in my moat!”

Claire’s jaw dropped as Chip jumped out from behind the back office room desk waving a toilet plunger and wearing a tall, blue paper hat decorated with a large cow. She couldn’t believe that this was what Chip - a member of Briarwood High’s “in-crowd” thanks to his childhood friendship with Queen Vida - had been so excited to show her.

“You will most likely be devoured by a crocodile,” continued Chip in a faux, English accent as he waved toilet plunger in Claire’s face, playfully defending the desk that was his mock castle.

“Umm, so for real, what did you want to show me?” asked Claire nervously, trying to ignore Chip’s antics. “You said you were going to show me your favorite thing to do.”

“This is it!” grinned Chip gleefully. “Playing dress-up. Do you want to play, too? I have in my costume bag a tiara or a jester hat or a clown nose…”

“Yeah, umm, do you want to head back out to the party?” pressed Claire, starting to sweat nervously. “It sounds like Vida’s really in a groove out there on the turntables.”

“Oh no! Not until you try on this sorceress costume! It’s so cool,” gushed Chip. “And then maybe, we can recite a few spells together. Just let me go look for it in my dress-up bag.”

As Chip turned around to rummage behind the desk for the costume, Claire took out the opportunity to take out her cell phone and send off a frantic text to the one person she knew could save her.

“Oh here, let me get the door for you,” offered Madison at the start of her date with Nick, rushing ahead to hold open to entrance to the restaurant for him, since he was carrying their motorcycle helmets.

“Thanks,” replied Nick, who proceeded to stare at Madison bemused.

“What?” asked Madison curiously, breaking Nick’s daze.

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” he responded hurriedly as he stepped back away from the restaurant entrance and moved under a tree. “It’s just that my cousin, Claire, she was right for once. You are… nice.”

“You asked me out on a date, and you didn’t think I was nice?” question Madison chuckling as she walked over and leaned against the tree trunk .

“No, uh, I just thought you were hot,” admitted Nick, blushing furiously. “And technically, you asked me out.”

“Ok, Ok, Ok, I see,” laughed Madison genuinely. “Tortured, moody biker boy is actually kind of superficial.”

“Yeah, just a little bit,” said Nick sheepishly.

“Good to know,” said Madison sarcastically as she fondly swatted him with her handbag.

Nick moved to nudge her back flirtatiously but halted as he heard his cell phone start to ring. Flipping it open, he rolled his eyes as he saw who it was from:

Claire (Mobile), HELP. EMERGENCY. NEED YOU, C.

“Probably another ‘fashion emergency,’” muttered Nick under his breath.

“What?” piped up Madison.

“It’s nothing,” replied Nick.

“Are you sure it’s nothing?” pressed Madison as they heard Nick’s cell ring again.

Sighing, Nick looked at the screen:

Claire (Mobile), 911, 4 REAL PLEASE. U KNOW Chip?

“Got a better offer?” teased Madison.

“No, it's my sister,” explained Nick. “She's at Vida’s DJ party at the Rock Porium. She's having some problems with that guy Chip. I'm sorry. I have to go. She sounds really freaked out, and I want to make sure she’s OK.”

“I'll go with you,” said Madison immediately.

“No, really, that's OK,” responded Nick.

“No, no, listen, if it's Chip it's not OK,” said Madison, grabbing Nick’s hand and dragging him toward his motorcycle. “If anyone knows what Chip’s capable of, it’s me.”