Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, events (well some events) aren't mine. Just doing this for fun, entertainment and in the hopes that the concept leaves me alone so that I can get back to writing Max Force.
Inspired by Reinforcements From The Future.
NOT a part of the Identiverse.
Written for Chris F. It's not quite the scenario we talked about -- but it is the end result you wanted. Hope you like it, Chris.
With thanks to Selma, Vanessa, Ekat and Gamine, who've seen this as it's built today. And I think this makes me officially the first Eric/Taylor writer in the fandom.
A/N addendum -- this was originally written and conceived the day RFTF 1 first aired. It went way into NC-17 territory originally, so when the NC-17 cull occurred at ff.net last September/October, I had to take it down. I always planned on editing, rewriting and reposting, so this would be the start.
Fire and Ice
He was absolutely, mouth dryingly, heart stoppingly gorgeous.
And disturbingly familiar, too.
"What are you guys doing here?" he asked.
No 'thank you', no 'you saved our butts'... That was when it dawned on Taylor where she knew him from.
"Hey!" she snapped, powering down. "You're the guy who gave me a ticket this morning!" Oh, smooth, Taylor. Really smooth.
He blinked, a little taken aback.
Taylor stepped forward, jabbing a finger into his ribs, absently noticing that the flesh she was prodding was probably very well formed muscle. "We just helped you -- the least you could do was say thanks!"
He opened his mouth to say something, but Cole interposed himself between them, effectively forcing Taylor to step back.
"Whoa -- wait a second guys," Cole said, trying to ease the tension back.
"We're all rangers here, right Taylor?" Danny added, also forcing them apart. "Right guys?"
Taylor allowed herself to be pushed back, still glaring at him.
For his part, he turned a red-hot glower on Danny -- who had put a hand on his shoulder. "All right," he growled. Disdainfully, he removed Danny's hand from his shoulder. "But I suggest you leave fighting the mutants to the big boys."
Big boys?! Why I oughta...
"Mutants?" said Max, bemused.
"They're not mutants," contributed Alyssa. "They're orgs."
Taylor watched with some satisfaction as puzzlement swept over his face.
"Listen, guys," said his friend. "We've gotta go -- thanks for your help."
"Any time," Cole answered, smiling.
"C'mon." His friend turned to go. He stayed where he was, still glaring at Taylor. "C'mon, Eric -- let's go." This time his...Eric's friend grabbed at his arm and physically dragged him away.
Taylor watched them leave, glaring daggers at Eric's back. Who does he think he is?
"Taylor? Are you coming?" Alyssa's voice broke through the angry train of thought.
With one last glare at Eric's retreating back, Taylor turned and followed the other rangers away from the plaza.
"What a jerk," she muttered.
"Who?" Alyssa asked.
"Testosterone boy." Alyssa giggled. "What?" Taylor asked irritably.
"You like him."
"I do not!" Taylor exclaimed.
"Do not what?" Max waned to know.
Taylor glared at Alyssa, but it was too late. "Taylor likes Eric Myers."
"I do not," Taylor retorted. "He's an arrogant jerk."
"But cute with it," Alyssa contributed.
"No he's not."
"Uh-huh. Suuuuuuuuure." Danny seemed amused.
Before Taylor could say anything, Max and Alyssa broke into a chorus of, "Taylor's in love!"
"Knock it off!"
Cole grinned. "What's the matter?"
"I am not in love!" Taylor snapped. "The man is an egotistical, arrogant, good for nothing, know nothing jerk."
She stalked off, aware that behind her, the other four had burst into laughter.
I am so not in love, she thought to herself. Even if he is kinda cute.
After an evening of almost constant teasing, Taylor was more than ready to head out of the Animarium to collect her car. Wish I'd never set eyes on Eric 'Quantum Ranger' Myers -- particularly given the amount I now know about the guy. Who'd have thought Alyssa was such a...a...groupie!
It had turned out that Alyssa knew Eric by sight. He'd trained at her father's dojo for a few years and, from the way Alyssa seemed to know every single last detail about him, the White Ranger harboured a serious crush on him.
And she can keep him, too.
But as she turned to unlock her car, she heard the sound of a car pulling up behind her. Turning, she saw the same black SUV as had pulled her over the day before.
Oh no not you two again!She groaned softly.
"Shouldn't you be out catching your 'mutants' instead of giving me another ticket?" she asked acerbically as Eric and his friend climbed out of the SUV.
Eric glared at her, but it was his friend who spoke. "No -- we need your help."
Taylor rolled her eyes, glanced at Eric's friend before glaring at Eric himself. "Oh, so now you need our help."
Eric returned the glare. "Listen," he said irritably -- this was clearly not his idea, "we think that...if we combine our knowledge, we can defeat these mutants."
"They're not mutants," Taylor retorted. Eric just looked at her as much to say 'and your point is?' I'm going to regret this. I know I am. "They're called orgs. And...if you're serious about this..." Taylor sighed. "Follow me."
"I've got a better idea," suggested Eric's friend. "How about we just come with you?"
And have Eric soiling my new upholstery?!Taylor swallowed the thought. Eric's friend did have a point. "All right."
Much to her disgust -- and, apparently, Eric's as well -- Eric's friend automatically climbed into the back seat, virtually forcing Eric to take the passenger seat.
"I'm Wes Collins," said Eric's friend as Taylor pulled away the parking spot.
"And since he's sulking," Wes continued, "that big lug..."
"Is Eric Myers -- I know."
"You know?" said Eric, sounding both startled and confused. Taylor smirked. "How do you know?"
Taylor was tempted to say nothing, but a glance in Eric's direction told her that would be a bad idea. "Our White Ranger is Alyssa Enrile -- her father runs a big dojo in Silverhills."
Taylor smirked again. She was tempted to start listing the details that Alyssa had told her the night before, but another glance at Eric told her that would also be a bad idea. "He doesn't have much of a sense of humour," she commented, instead, meeting Wes' gaze in the rear view mirror, "does he?"
Wes flashed her a smile. "His bark is much worse than his bite."
"I'll take your word for it."
"Huh," Eric grunted. "Don't mind me."
"I won't, don't worry," Taylor retorted.
Taylor led Wes and Eric through into the Animarium. Both looked around in amazement. Taylor smirked. Never seen anything like this, huh? Almost on cue, the Eagle zord flew overhead. Wes and Eric ducked. Taylor laughed.
"That's my Eagle zord," she explained, heading towards the other rangers. "Bet you've never seen anything like it."
Behind her, she heard Eric say, "A giant eagle, huh? That's nothing."
Taylor rolled her eyes. What a jerk!
Her opinion began to change, however, as the meeting progressed. It became clear that, while Eric might be an arrogant jerk, he did also know his stuff. After a briefing by the guy with green hair -- Trip, Taylor thought they'd named him -- the talk had very quickly turned to planning.
Wes had proposed that he and Cole go out scouting, to see if they could track down the Mutorgs and at that, Eric had suggested that he and someone else go back to the Silver Guardian headquarters and see if there was any kind of pattern to the Mutorgs' appearances so far.
"I'll go if you like," she said, surprising herself -- and Eric. No-one else seemed at all surprised.
"That's a great idea," said Wes before Eric could say anything.
"Definitely," Cole agreed.
Taylor glared at Cole. Cole shrugged and grinned. To Taylor's surprise, she realised that Eric was treating Wes to exactly the same fate.
"C'mon, guys," said Wes -- clearly as oblivious of Eric's glare as Cole had been of hers. "Sounds like we've got a plan."
Taylor drove, following Eric's growled directions.
"Look," she finally snapped, "what is your problem?"
"Me?! You're the one with the problem," he retorted.
"Oh yeah? Mr 'Leave the mutants to the big boys'...I mean..."
"Says the woman who was complaining about getting a ticket for doing twice the speed limit while talking on a cell phone."
Taylor opened her mouth to reply -- and realised he actually had a point. Eric, for his part, simply sat back in the passenger seat, folded his arms across his chest and said nothing.
"Bastard," she muttered sotto voce.
"Probably," he retorted. "Next left."
Taylor ground her teeth together. This guy is impossible! She took the left and found herself pulling into a parking lot. "This is it?"
"Uh-huh. Pull up in front of the building in one of the visitors' bays. That way, no-one will tow you." Taylor did as she was told. "Follow me."
"Where are we going?" Taylor asked, not moving a step.
"My office," Eric answered.
He looked at her. "Why do you think?"
Taylor folded her arms across her chest and glared at him. "Don't take that tone of voice with me, buster. Why your office?"
There was a lengthy pause. To judge from Eric's expression, he was counting to ten. Slowly. "Because there is a large scale map of Silverhills and Turtle Cove in there that we can use to mark the Mutorg appearances on."
Taylor felt incredibly stupid. Of course that was why they were going to Eric's office. "Oh."
Without waiting for any other form of response, Eric turned on his heel and headed into the building. Taylor had to hurry to keep up with him. Stupid, stubborn...jerk!
It didn't take long to reach the office -- but when she did...
"What a shit hole!" Taylor exclaimed.
"All right, that is it!" Eric slammed the office door behind her, making her jump. "I've had just about all I can stand of you."
Taylor suddenly felt very, very afraid. "What are you going to do?" she croaked.
"This," Eric answered, and leaned in.
TO BE CONTINUED...