Distraction
A/N: Occurs any time after the end of the series.
Jack walked into the rec room expecting to find his former teammates up and having breakfast. To his surprise, all he saw were two blonde heads dozing off on the couch. He crept up quietly behind them watching as Syd snore lightly and Sky sound more like an elephant mating.
"WOOOOHH!" Jack yelled as he grabbed both their shoulders. Both rangers were startled and immediately looked around for their attacker only to find their former leader laughing his ass off.
"Not funny, Jack!" Syd huffed and crossed her arms in anger.
Sky rubbed his eyes, "Yeah, what are you doing here anyway?"
"What? I can't visit my friends once in awhile?" Jack smiled at them warmly, "What's up with you guys anyway? You're not the types to sleep in."
"Bridge…" Sky growled.
"And Z." Syd finished.
"What about them?" Jack sat down on the couch in between them.
Sydney looked at the former red ranger exasperatedly, "They're still at it."
"Still?"
"All day and all night, whenever they can." Sky answered.
Jack scratched the back of his head, "You'd think they'd be over this by now. It can't be that bad, can it?"
"You don't have to live with them."
"True."
Syd sat up straight, "And they make so much noise, it's hard to sleep."
"All the banging and the grunting," Sky said as he rubbed his forehead.
"I've tried earplugs, soothing music, and even Z's headphones. I still hear them." The pink ranger ticked off her list of preventitive measures.
Jack kept coming up with solutions, "Have you tried talking to them about it?"
Syd shook her head, "If I do, then Z won't stop talking about it. It's like she's obsessed."
"I'm afraid to ask Bridge, he might babble on forever." Sky added. "And they do it everywhere."
"I'm scared to touch anything," Syd said wide-eyed. "And I think they're getting rougher too."
Jack perked up at this comment, "If he hurts her…"
Sky put his hand on Jack's shoulder, "I don't think Bridge could do that. Anyway, Jack…you're Z's older brother. Can't you talk to her?"
"Yeah right, like Z would listen to anyone let alone me. What about you Sky? Aren't you the great red ranger now?"
"Um….well…"
"He's too embarassed to talk about it," Sydney said as she yawned.
"It's hard to bring up."
"What about Cruger or Kat?" Jack asked.
"Oh, they give them looks and stuff but they never say anything. Something about personal time and personal matters."
Sydney smirked a little, "You know it's nice that they're spending time together."
"But enough is enough," Sky said firmly.
They sat back trying to come up with solutions to their problem, when the objects of their distraction came into the room. Bridge and Z were laughing and grinning, a slight sheen of sweat on their arms and foreheads. Z sat down in one of the chairs near the couch as Bridge headed to the fridge and grabbed two water bottles. He handed one to Z and stood behind her chair one arm draped over the back of it.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Z said after taking a big swig of water.
Jack looked at her carefully before answering, "I'm doing great, how are you?"
"Great, too. I just had a good workout!"
"I bet you did." Jack turned his attention to Bridge, "Did you get a good workout too?"
Bridge could sense the tension in the room without taking off his glove, "Um…fine. Is everything okay?"
"Bridge. Z. We need to talk." Sydney said seriously.
"About what, Syd?" Z asked.
Sky jumped in, "For awhile now, we've been concerned and affected by your… umm….your …activities."
"For god sakes," Jack yelled, "Sky just spit it out. You guys have got to stop with the lightball!"
"Oh, is that it?" Bridge said, a little relief in his voice.
"Yes, that's it."
Z laughed, "All you guys had to do was ask. We didn't know we were bothering you that much."
Jack stood up from the couch, "Now that our little problem is taken care of, let's go out for some breakfast."
"Um…me and Z need to rest and get changed first," Bridge said, "You guys go ahead of us."
Bridge and Z watched as their friends left the recreation room, his arm drifting down to rest around her shoulders, "Should we tell them what we were really doing?"
"Nah," Z looked up to see Bridge's face, mischief lighting both their eyes, "They couldn't handle it."