Sitting on the Roof, part 2/? (PR RPM)
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estiroseDillon/Ziggy, Suicidal ideation.
"Sounds like you're having almost as much fun dealing with that guy as I am." Dillon shrugged. He liked Doctor K as much as Ziggy did, which was not much, or so Ziggy thought.
"Yeah." Maybe Ziggy was leaning into Dillon a little. He missed rooming with him, feeling bit lonely in this room-of-his-own. "Doc's a bit overbearing." He knew Doc K would say he had to be, for the sake of the world.
He was hating the job more every passing day. He felt bad leaving Dillon alone, but at least the others wanted him. Even Doc K did.
Dillon slung an arm around his sholders. "Maybe I should come with you to your training sessions more often. I can overbear back at him."
In his old job, it was always nice to have someone with muscles backing him up when he was selling 'insurance'. And there’s nothing he'd have liked better than to let Doctor K and Dillon snark at each other. But something told him that for the moment, he needed Doctor K to pay attention to just me on the training stuff. Plus, if he turned Dillon's offer down, maybe it wouldn't hurt Dillon so bad when he went.
"l'll develop an immunity," Ziggy told him cheerfully. Hard to be offended when he was dead. "But thanks. I know I won't have to put up with him the rest of my life." Or maybe he would. He still wasn't doing too good with the planning bit.
Dillon's grip tightened on his shoulder for a moment. ""Yeah? You planning on killing him? Or short-circuiting him, whatever."
Something in Ziggy wanted to laugh hysterically at that. "I don't think anything could kill Doctor K." He'd probably live through another nuclear explosion. "I kinda wish I'd made another decision at the track," Ziggy told Dillon softly. It was nothing new, it would throw him off, and a little pity party never hurt anyone, right?
Dillon held him closer. "Well, for what it's worth, I'm glad you didn't," he said, a rough catch in his voice. "This'd all suck much more without you."
Ziggy cuddled into him, wondering if he'd mind if Ziggy just moved in. Doc might have a hissyfit, though.K seemed the type. Ziggy wished he had Dillon's confidence. He'd been doing a fine job as kind of live-in housekeeper for the Rangers. Now he was busy trying to figure out how to not get killed saving the city while trying to die.
There was something weird about those two ideas together, but he'd made a promise to Doctor K, and as long as he was alive, he was going to do what he could. Even if he was miserable. He kept his promises.
He just wished that particular promise hadn't made him permanently bonded to a morpher. There had to be a better person to partner with Dillon. Someone who wasn't hopeless at fighting. "Wouldn't you have preferred someone a bit better at, say, fighting? I mean, I make a good breakfast. I suck at combat." He wondered, for a moment, what would happen if he told Doc K he was suicidal. After all, Doctor K did say report all adverse health conditions to him, right?
Dillon grinned at his words, or at least he hoped that was what Dillon was grinning at. "Hey, your eggs and your shadow puppets are way more unusual and helpful than most people's right hooks. And you don't suck at combat." His friend poked him in the shoulder with the hand that wasn't around his shoulders. "You've only just started learning to fight. I don't pick up new things instantly, either."
Ziggy had to blush a little at that. He knew that Dillon was trying to cheer him up, and he really appreciated that. Didn't make the job any easier, but it made it easier to be partnered to him. He knew he had Dillon's support, it was the rest of the group that had trouble with him.
Doctor K especially, but that was part of his personality. Come to think of it, he was like one of those guys you saw in movies trying to teach soldiers how to survive by being nasty to them. Ziggy would have really liked him to *like* him. But it was one of the reasons that he didn't want Dillon in on his training sessions. Maybe Doc K was trying to be as helpful as he could. In a mean sort of way. He wanted Ziggy to survive. He might not have been happy about Ziggy and the morpher, but now that Ziggy was a Ranger, he was apparently resigned to it.
And Ziggy was going to do the best he could for him, because he could get behind that kind of thing. He thought it would be better for him, Dillon, and everyone else if he wasn’t there, but while he was, he wanted to be what they wanted him to be.
It was a respect kind of thing.
While Scott, Summer, and Flynn probably would be relieved to get a new Ranger Green, Ziggy didn’t think Dillon would be too happy, and he didn’t wanna know how Doctor K would react to the idea. He didn’t dare give Dillon any hints because he was more than capable of stopping me, but he could at least say goodbye to Doctor K in his own way.
“I know,” Ziggy told Dillon. But it still felt like he was out of place there.
He hoped he sounded more convincing to Dillon than he sounded to himself.
"You're part of this just like the rest of us," Dillon told him. "You're coping with fighting, and you'll get better. Doctor K yells at me, too, if it helps any. I don't think I'll ever get good enough for him."
Ziggy felt Dillon kiss the top of his head, and the next words were muffled. "Give it time, Ziggy."
"Sounds like you're having almost as much fun dealing with that guy as I am." Dillon shrugged. He liked Doctor K as much as Ziggy did, which was not much, or so Ziggy thought.
"Yeah." Maybe Ziggy was leaning into Dillon a little. He missed rooming with him, feeling bit lonely in this room-of-his-own. "Doc's a bit overbearing." He knew Doc K would say he had to be, for the sake of the world.
He was hating the job more every passing day. He felt bad leaving Dillon alone, but at least the others wanted him. Even Doc K did.
Dillon slung an arm around his sholders. "Maybe I should come with you to your training sessions more often. I can overbear back at him."
In his old job, it was always nice to have someone with muscles backing him up when he was selling 'insurance'. And there’s nothing he'd have liked better than to let Doctor K and Dillon snark at each other. But something told him that for the moment, he needed Doctor K to pay attention to just me on the training stuff. Plus, if he turned Dillon's offer down, maybe it wouldn't hurt Dillon so bad when he went.
"l'll develop an immunity," Ziggy told him cheerfully. Hard to be offended when he was dead. "But thanks. I know I won't have to put up with him the rest of my life." Or maybe he would. He still wasn't doing too good with the planning bit.
Dillon's grip tightened on his shoulder for a moment. ""Yeah? You planning on killing him? Or short-circuiting him, whatever."
Something in Ziggy wanted to laugh hysterically at that. "I don't think anything could kill Doctor K." He'd probably live through another nuclear explosion. "I kinda wish I'd made another decision at the track," Ziggy told Dillon softly. It was nothing new, it would throw him off, and a little pity party never hurt anyone, right?
Dillon held him closer. "Well, for what it's worth, I'm glad you didn't," he said, a rough catch in his voice. "This'd all suck much more without you."
Ziggy cuddled into him, wondering if he'd mind if Ziggy just moved in. Doc might have a hissyfit, though.K seemed the type. Ziggy wished he had Dillon's confidence. He'd been doing a fine job as kind of live-in housekeeper for the Rangers. Now he was busy trying to figure out how to not get killed saving the city while trying to die.
There was something weird about those two ideas together, but he'd made a promise to Doctor K, and as long as he was alive, he was going to do what he could. Even if he was miserable. He kept his promises.
He just wished that particular promise hadn't made him permanently bonded to a morpher. There had to be a better person to partner with Dillon. Someone who wasn't hopeless at fighting. "Wouldn't you have preferred someone a bit better at, say, fighting? I mean, I make a good breakfast. I suck at combat." He wondered, for a moment, what would happen if he told Doc K he was suicidal. After all, Doctor K did say report all adverse health conditions to him, right?
Dillon grinned at his words, or at least he hoped that was what Dillon was grinning at. "Hey, your eggs and your shadow puppets are way more unusual and helpful than most people's right hooks. And you don't suck at combat." His friend poked him in the shoulder with the hand that wasn't around his shoulders. "You've only just started learning to fight. I don't pick up new things instantly, either."
Ziggy had to blush a little at that. He knew that Dillon was trying to cheer him up, and he really appreciated that. Didn't make the job any easier, but it made it easier to be partnered to him. He knew he had Dillon's support, it was the rest of the group that had trouble with him.
Doctor K especially, but that was part of his personality. Come to think of it, he was like one of those guys you saw in movies trying to teach soldiers how to survive by being nasty to them. Ziggy would have really liked him to *like* him. But it was one of the reasons that he didn't want Dillon in on his training sessions. Maybe Doc K was trying to be as helpful as he could. In a mean sort of way. He wanted Ziggy to survive. He might not have been happy about Ziggy and the morpher, but now that Ziggy was a Ranger, he was apparently resigned to it.
And Ziggy was going to do the best he could for him, because he could get behind that kind of thing. He thought it would be better for him, Dillon, and everyone else if he wasn’t there, but while he was, he wanted to be what they wanted him to be.
It was a respect kind of thing.
While Scott, Summer, and Flynn probably would be relieved to get a new Ranger Green, Ziggy didn’t think Dillon would be too happy, and he didn’t wanna know how Doctor K would react to the idea. He didn’t dare give Dillon any hints because he was more than capable of stopping me, but he could at least say goodbye to Doctor K in his own way.
“I know,” Ziggy told Dillon. But it still felt like he was out of place there.
He hoped he sounded more convincing to Dillon than he sounded to himself.
"You're part of this just like the rest of us," Dillon told him. "You're coping with fighting, and you'll get better. Doctor K yells at me, too, if it helps any. I don't think I'll ever get good enough for him."
Ziggy felt Dillon kiss the top of his head, and the next words were muffled. "Give it time, Ziggy."
