7snogs fic: "Looks", G, Bridge/Sky
Title: Looks
Author: shurifanstuffs
Fandom & Pairing: Power Rangers S.P.D., Bridge/Sky
Rating: G
Theme: #6 Argument
Summary: Bridge feels ignored, so he and Jack try to get back at Sky, and earn his signature glare.
Warnings: Assumes Bridge and Sky are an established couple. This story frames the episodes S.W.A.T. pts. I & II, so assumes the reader has knowledge of events in those. (For a refresher, transcripts - Pt. I & Pt. II)
Disclaimer: I do not own Bridge, Sky, or Power Rangers S.P.D. and make no claim to, I'm just borrowing them to have fun with. Some dialog is borrowed directly from S.W.A.T pt. I.
Sky had a little glare that his friends had come to nickname "The Look".
It had a number of meanings- "I think you're being an idiot", or "you're being immature", or "oh, shut up, already", but it was always the same expression.
Bridge had been together with Sky for so long, both as a teammate and as something more, he'd learned how to ignore it without comment. However, Jack was not so lucky.
"What is WITH you?" Jack finally demanded in the rec room late one morning. He and Bridge had dragged beanbag chairs to the corner of the room and set them up in front of the TV in order to play video games and beat each other up onscreen. Sky had walked in a short while after they'd started, come over to them, refused their offer to play too, and settled on a couch to build and paint one of his model planes. Only Jack had noticed that he'd give them the occasional Look, and finally he'd had enough.
"Nothing is 'with me'," Sky snapped back.
"Then why do you keep glaring at us?" Jack wanted to know. Sky glanced at him, then at Bridge, opened his mouth to say something, then shut it and shook his head. "Alright, then, be that way. Come on, Bridge, I'll Final Smash you off the castle if it's the last thing I ever do!" Bridge looked over at Sky, slightly uncomfortable, then shrugged and turned his attention back to the game. However, he and Jack hadn't been at it for too much longer when Jack finally threw his controller down and said, "Look, Sky, I have no idea what your problems is, but cut it out! We're not disturbing you, we're not being too loud, and we offered to let you play but you said 'no'. What are we doing to bug you so much?"
"You're not doing anything. Not right now, anyway." A pause. "It's just you guys have been spending an awful lot of time together lately..." Jack furrowed his eyebrows, and Bridge gave him an incredulous look.
"... and?" he prompted when Sky fell silent.
"And that's all. Just saying." He and Jack both gazed at Sky now, mouths open, but he turned his back to them and said no more, concentrating on his plane. Jack shrugged and picked his controller back up, and Bridge watched his boyfriend's back a while before doing the same. He felt a big stab of annoyance in spite of himself; it was a bit much, he thought, for Sky to complain about him spending an "awful lot of time" with Jack, when Sky himself had been so wrapped up in his feelings he'd been all but ignoring... well, everyone, but especially Bridge, for quite a while. It had only been recently, when Jack had helped Sky come to terms with his self-doubt and anger at himself over not being the Red Ranger, that he'd begun to open back up, and by that time, Bridge was so used to bring ignored, he hadn't settled back into being intimately close to his boyfriend yet.
"Don't let him get to you," Jack murmured in his ear. "He'll get over it. At some point. Even if we have to make him."
"... Yeah," Bridge sighed. This wasn't the first time Sky had hurt him with his attitude and it probably would not be the last; he'd been willing to bear it with patience in order to get through Sky's walls and reach the loving person he knew was inside there. But getting upset with him for hanging out with his friends touched a nerve.
"Want to get back at him?" Jack whispered, seeing his visible distress. Bridge was about to refuse, not wanting to answer a wrong with another, but then he looked back at Sky, and a part of him he rarely listened to agreed that maybe retaliating against Sky was only fair. "Not too much, just REALLY annoy the crap out of him. I hate it when he treats you like this; you've got to stand up to him sometime. Got any ideas?"
"Hmm..." Bridge rubbed the back of his head, then a slow smile spread across his face. "Make a lot of noise and generally be pains in the butt. He'll WISH we were sitting here quietly playing video games before too long." Jack eagerly stood up, and Bridge, after a moment's further hesitation, did the same. Before Bridge could wonder what they were going to do, Jack had swung at him, and he understood. The two began to spar behind the couch Sky was still perched upon.
"You keep wanting to spar... Bridge... but remember what happened the last time?" Jack asked loudly.
"Yeah, I do!" Bridge groaned out, following him as he vaulted over the couch. "The lucky 23 blows that you landed!"
"Whatever." The two fought some more, before Jack finally flipped Bridge onto his back on another couch. Bridge glanced up at his boyfriend, deciding before they went further to try and snap his boyfriend out of it with some humor.
"Hey! Sky! Would you rather have sausage links for fingers... or... sweat mayonnaise?" Sky, however, seemed to not be amused and just gave him The Look again.
"You guys shouldn't be sparring in here. You're gonna break something."
"I am not," Bridge sighed, grinning as he picked himself up. At that moment, Syd and Z entered, arguing about the state of their bathroom and mutual housekeeping habits. However, Bridge paid little attention, as Jack had his back turned and was walking away... seeing an opening, he quickly ran up to his friend and pulled his arm behind his back, only to be flipped over into a beanbag chair for his efforts- and knocking Sky's plane out of his hand on the way down.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO SPAR IN HERE!" Sky snarled.
"Sorry, mom," Bridge retorted, his voice thick with sarcasm, his annoyance only growing.
"It was an accident," Jack shrugged.
At that moment, Commander Cruger came into the rec room to tell them to quiet down, and Bridge thought that would be the end of it, that maybe Sky would finally come out of it and realize he was being a jerk.
However, he would learn, it was only the beginning.
More arguments.
More bickering.
More Looks.
* * *
The next day (as far as Bridge could tell, anyway; the sun never set on Zentour, and their training and rescue of Cruger had taken quite a long time), the exhausted but now-happy Rangers found themselves in the rec room, finally able to relax and get along, a lot of the tension in the air having been broken.
And even later, it was an exhausted but now-happy Bridge and Sky that found themselves getting ready for bed.
"So... we're OK now?" Sky abruptly asked, and Bridge looked at him strangely before he thought back over their quarrels of the past day and nodded.
"Yeah. ... Sorry that me and Jack were jerks yesterday. And that I yelled at you. And that I made us have to do about 200 extra pushups and get screamed at by Silverback because I kept tripping."
"... I was being a jerk too," Sky mumbled, and he pulled Bridge into an embrace, the two staring into each others' eyes for a long while before sharing a slow, loving kiss. "I know I haven't been myself lately, and it's not right for me to get mad at you for looking for companionship while I'm getting myself together. So... I'm sorry, too."
"It's alright," Bridge replied, stretching as the two went to lie down. "And really, it was stupid of us to provoke you like we did. I let my temper get the best of me."
"Oh? I didn't think you even HAD a temper," Sky said, giving a rare joking smile while they cuddled up together.
"I do," Bridge grinned. "He's hidden somewhere deep in there, but he is there. You have enough temper for both of us, anyway. And The Look."
"...I do not have a Look."
"Yes, you do. You're giving it right now." Sky sighed, shook his head, and kissed Bridge again.
"Alright, alright. No more Looks. For tonight, at least."
(cross-posted to 7snogs)
Author: shurifanstuffs
Fandom & Pairing: Power Rangers S.P.D., Bridge/Sky
Rating: G
Theme: #6 Argument
Summary: Bridge feels ignored, so he and Jack try to get back at Sky, and earn his signature glare.
Warnings: Assumes Bridge and Sky are an established couple. This story frames the episodes S.W.A.T. pts. I & II, so assumes the reader has knowledge of events in those. (For a refresher, transcripts - Pt. I & Pt. II)
Disclaimer: I do not own Bridge, Sky, or Power Rangers S.P.D. and make no claim to, I'm just borrowing them to have fun with. Some dialog is borrowed directly from S.W.A.T pt. I.
Sky had a little glare that his friends had come to nickname "The Look".
It had a number of meanings- "I think you're being an idiot", or "you're being immature", or "oh, shut up, already", but it was always the same expression.
Bridge had been together with Sky for so long, both as a teammate and as something more, he'd learned how to ignore it without comment. However, Jack was not so lucky.
"What is WITH you?" Jack finally demanded in the rec room late one morning. He and Bridge had dragged beanbag chairs to the corner of the room and set them up in front of the TV in order to play video games and beat each other up onscreen. Sky had walked in a short while after they'd started, come over to them, refused their offer to play too, and settled on a couch to build and paint one of his model planes. Only Jack had noticed that he'd give them the occasional Look, and finally he'd had enough.
"Nothing is 'with me'," Sky snapped back.
"Then why do you keep glaring at us?" Jack wanted to know. Sky glanced at him, then at Bridge, opened his mouth to say something, then shut it and shook his head. "Alright, then, be that way. Come on, Bridge, I'll Final Smash you off the castle if it's the last thing I ever do!" Bridge looked over at Sky, slightly uncomfortable, then shrugged and turned his attention back to the game. However, he and Jack hadn't been at it for too much longer when Jack finally threw his controller down and said, "Look, Sky, I have no idea what your problems is, but cut it out! We're not disturbing you, we're not being too loud, and we offered to let you play but you said 'no'. What are we doing to bug you so much?"
"You're not doing anything. Not right now, anyway." A pause. "It's just you guys have been spending an awful lot of time together lately..." Jack furrowed his eyebrows, and Bridge gave him an incredulous look.
"... and?" he prompted when Sky fell silent.
"And that's all. Just saying." He and Jack both gazed at Sky now, mouths open, but he turned his back to them and said no more, concentrating on his plane. Jack shrugged and picked his controller back up, and Bridge watched his boyfriend's back a while before doing the same. He felt a big stab of annoyance in spite of himself; it was a bit much, he thought, for Sky to complain about him spending an "awful lot of time" with Jack, when Sky himself had been so wrapped up in his feelings he'd been all but ignoring... well, everyone, but especially Bridge, for quite a while. It had only been recently, when Jack had helped Sky come to terms with his self-doubt and anger at himself over not being the Red Ranger, that he'd begun to open back up, and by that time, Bridge was so used to bring ignored, he hadn't settled back into being intimately close to his boyfriend yet.
"Don't let him get to you," Jack murmured in his ear. "He'll get over it. At some point. Even if we have to make him."
"... Yeah," Bridge sighed. This wasn't the first time Sky had hurt him with his attitude and it probably would not be the last; he'd been willing to bear it with patience in order to get through Sky's walls and reach the loving person he knew was inside there. But getting upset with him for hanging out with his friends touched a nerve.
"Want to get back at him?" Jack whispered, seeing his visible distress. Bridge was about to refuse, not wanting to answer a wrong with another, but then he looked back at Sky, and a part of him he rarely listened to agreed that maybe retaliating against Sky was only fair. "Not too much, just REALLY annoy the crap out of him. I hate it when he treats you like this; you've got to stand up to him sometime. Got any ideas?"
"Hmm..." Bridge rubbed the back of his head, then a slow smile spread across his face. "Make a lot of noise and generally be pains in the butt. He'll WISH we were sitting here quietly playing video games before too long." Jack eagerly stood up, and Bridge, after a moment's further hesitation, did the same. Before Bridge could wonder what they were going to do, Jack had swung at him, and he understood. The two began to spar behind the couch Sky was still perched upon.
"You keep wanting to spar... Bridge... but remember what happened the last time?" Jack asked loudly.
"Yeah, I do!" Bridge groaned out, following him as he vaulted over the couch. "The lucky 23 blows that you landed!"
"Whatever." The two fought some more, before Jack finally flipped Bridge onto his back on another couch. Bridge glanced up at his boyfriend, deciding before they went further to try and snap his boyfriend out of it with some humor.
"Hey! Sky! Would you rather have sausage links for fingers... or... sweat mayonnaise?" Sky, however, seemed to not be amused and just gave him The Look again.
"You guys shouldn't be sparring in here. You're gonna break something."
"I am not," Bridge sighed, grinning as he picked himself up. At that moment, Syd and Z entered, arguing about the state of their bathroom and mutual housekeeping habits. However, Bridge paid little attention, as Jack had his back turned and was walking away... seeing an opening, he quickly ran up to his friend and pulled his arm behind his back, only to be flipped over into a beanbag chair for his efforts- and knocking Sky's plane out of his hand on the way down.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO SPAR IN HERE!" Sky snarled.
"Sorry, mom," Bridge retorted, his voice thick with sarcasm, his annoyance only growing.
"It was an accident," Jack shrugged.
At that moment, Commander Cruger came into the rec room to tell them to quiet down, and Bridge thought that would be the end of it, that maybe Sky would finally come out of it and realize he was being a jerk.
However, he would learn, it was only the beginning.
More arguments.
More bickering.
More Looks.
* * *
The next day (as far as Bridge could tell, anyway; the sun never set on Zentour, and their training and rescue of Cruger had taken quite a long time), the exhausted but now-happy Rangers found themselves in the rec room, finally able to relax and get along, a lot of the tension in the air having been broken.
And even later, it was an exhausted but now-happy Bridge and Sky that found themselves getting ready for bed.
"So... we're OK now?" Sky abruptly asked, and Bridge looked at him strangely before he thought back over their quarrels of the past day and nodded.
"Yeah. ... Sorry that me and Jack were jerks yesterday. And that I yelled at you. And that I made us have to do about 200 extra pushups and get screamed at by Silverback because I kept tripping."
"... I was being a jerk too," Sky mumbled, and he pulled Bridge into an embrace, the two staring into each others' eyes for a long while before sharing a slow, loving kiss. "I know I haven't been myself lately, and it's not right for me to get mad at you for looking for companionship while I'm getting myself together. So... I'm sorry, too."
"It's alright," Bridge replied, stretching as the two went to lie down. "And really, it was stupid of us to provoke you like we did. I let my temper get the best of me."
"Oh? I didn't think you even HAD a temper," Sky said, giving a rare joking smile while they cuddled up together.
"I do," Bridge grinned. "He's hidden somewhere deep in there, but he is there. You have enough temper for both of us, anyway. And The Look."
"...I do not have a Look."
"Yes, you do. You're giving it right now." Sky sighed, shook his head, and kissed Bridge again.
"Alright, alright. No more Looks. For tonight, at least."
(cross-posted to 7snogs)