Disclaimer/Notes: PROO isn't mine… still. This takes place somewhere after Out of Luck and definitely would have happened on the episode if I had anything to say about it. And for this particular fic, we'll just go with Mack and Rose being a couple from the get go. Oh, and I don't know what Mack's birthday is, so I used James Maclurcan's (the date, not the year. He was born in 1985.)

It Doesn't Matter to Me

Mack held the book in front of him but his eyes weren't moving. Rose noticed this as she moved slightly to turn a page of her own book. She frowned. Mack certainly had been acting strange lately, she mused. Ever since his bad luck spell, her red ranger had been noticeably different.

"Mack?" she questioned softly, shutting her novel and dropping it on the floor beside Mack's bed. Rose tugged the book from Mack's hands and dropped it on top of her own. "Mack, is everything OK? You haven't really been yourself for a few weeks now."

He turned his blue gaze on the petite girl curled up next to him. She looked like she wanted nothing more than to help him. "There's something wrong with me, Rose."

"What are you talking about, Mack? You're absolutely perfect: smart, funny, kind, affectionate, good-looking. There is nothing wrong with you." Here she rested her head on his chest, her arm thrown over his body. Mack could not help but put his own arm around her shoulders.

"Rose, baby, you don't understand. There is really something strange about me. I've heard my dad and Spencer talking about how luck couldn't have affected me like it did."

"That is weird," Rose admitted. "But that doesn't really mean anything, Mack."

"Yes it does," Mack insisted. "Any day now he's going to tell me how I'm some kind of mutant freak cyborg thing, that all I am is some kind of artificial life form or something…"

"Mack, you're utterly absurd," Rose scoffed. "There's nothing wrong with you, other than the fact that you seem to be insanely paranoid." She cuddled closer to him.

"Well maybe I am being paranoid, Rose, but I just want some solid proof that I am who I've always thought I was: Mackenzie Andrew Hartford, just like it says on my birth certificate, the only child of Andrew and Serena Hartford, born March 15, 1989."

"Mack, really now, be serious. What reason would your father have to lie to you about all of that?" Mack shrugged and Rose continued. "But even if your crazy theory is right and you aren't Mackenzie Andrew Hartford, that's not going to make one bit of difference. Not to me, anyway."

"Rose…you don't have to tell me things with us would be just like they always were. All the plans we've made kind of require me being human."

Rose shook her head and untangled herself from his arms. She pressed one hand flat on his chest and perched herself atop him, the other hand over his mouth to squash any protests he might have. "Mack, listen to me. You are my boyfriend and I love you more than you will ever know. You have always supported me and now it's my turn to do the same. So whoever or whatever you are, as long as you want me to be around I'm not going anywhere."

She nodded firmly and removed her hand from his mouth. He promptly shifted his weight to roll on top of her, pinning her beneath him. "Rose…sweetheart, are you sure you're not going to freak out whenever I learn the truth about who I am? Because I don't want you gone, not now not ever."

"I'm sure, Mack. I'm sure. It's not going to matter to me."