Legal: I do not own the rights to Power Rangers, or the associated names, characters, places, events etc. Anything not covered by the above rights should be considered purely the creation of the author.

Rating: T – May be some adult language and themes, including violence.

Mr Watkins came to the door of his daughter's room, finding her inside, going through her wardrobe and her chest of drawers, pulling things out and packing them in a hurry. He still didn't know what was going on; it was only sheer chance that he had been at home at all. He had been due to meet with a supplier for a round of golf, but the local course had been closed for the day when he arrived. A security measure because the mayor was meeting with that Prince from the country whose name he could never remember. He read newspapers; he knew that the Prince had come to the city to become an ambassador...what a joke. An ambassador to a country that was so small...he was sure there were cities larger than his whole country.

It was inconvenient that he'd had to hastily call his client to reschedule. He had been a Platinum Member of that club for the last twelve years. He didn't really care much for the game. Sure, it wasn't the worst way to spend a nice summer's day, walking around in the sun, pretending if he even cared what his score card said. As long as his score was worse than his client's all he cared about was impressing them with the amenities in the Executive Lounge after a little while on the course.

A nice stroll around the greens followed by a nice lunch and a couple of drinks had netted him quite a few favourable deals with his business partners over the years. He had been talking up the day to Mr Bishop, the owner of a plantation in the Southwest for weeks now; aiming to talk him into a deal for some fresh fruits that by reputation would be perfect for his luxury line. Now though, he'd had to call and tell him that he would need to meet him tomorrow instead, and that his journey had been wasted. Mr Bishop was not a patient man, and he had a feeling that this delay was only going to hamper his eventual deal. He was still seething that he had to re-schedule a meeting that potentially could cost him thousands...or possibly even the contract altogether. Mr Watkins was nothing if not a cautious man and knew that he'd just end up doing something at the office, unleashing his frustration where it didn't belong, and so he opted to take some papers home to work on there.

He was surprised to say the least when Shelby had burst in, saying something about a trip. He knew that she sometimes had to do some pretty unusual things with the museum now that apparently Ms Morgan had her on a dig team. As soon as they heard reports of a finding, sometimes they had to move quickly. It still mystified him how Anton Mercer could run a business with a staff that kept running off at a moment's notice. It wasn't a business model that worked normally. He preferred reliability. Suppliers he knew would deliver on time, customers he knew would pay promptly when he sent them invoices, and employees that would turn up for shift when they were meant to. It was yet another reason he was so put out by the delay in his meeting. It made him look unreliable, and if there was one thing he prized above anything else, it was reliability.

Shelby was tearing her room apart, throwing clothes into a bag. Mr Watkins was a little surprised that she had her suitcase, not an overnight bag.

"Shelby?" He asked. "How long are you going for?"

"I don't know." He told him. "I just know I have to get to the museum quickly. Have you seen my passport?"

"Passport?" He asked, looking a little startled. It was one thing when she was running around town, and it was quite another to know that she was going out of town. He presumed it would be a short trip upstate or something, a couple of days at most. Now she was crossing the border? "What do you need your passport for?"

"Do you know where it is?" She asked again. Mr Watkins just sighed and went into her desk drawer, pulling out her passport. She took it off him, while throwing a book into her backpack. She was now taking two bags?

"Shelby, I know we agreed that you didn't have to go to business school while you pursued this archaeology..."

"Palaeontology." She corrected him. He just shook his head.

"Fine, Palaeontology thing." Mr Watkins continued. "I've been patient with all this. It's taken you almost a year to even start getting courses, which it seems you barely have any time to do, you're getting a couple of tours a week and a dig once in a blue moon...now you're expected to drop everything and go to Mexico?"

"Dad, I am not having this argument again!" She groaned as she put her passport away and started to zip up her bags. "This is what I want to do..."

"And when are we likely to see a degree?" He asked. "Have you even spoken to Ms Morgan about that?"

"Dad, I keep telling you, she's already giving me course work and experience that will be invaluable." She told him, hefting her bag onto her shoulder. "Besides, who said I was going to Mexico?"

"You're not going to Mexico?" He asked. "When you asked for your passport, I presumed you were going across the border..."

"You could say that I guess." She responded, quickly putting her backpack on and grabbing her case. She was eager to get out of the house quickly. She was expecting her dad to be out, and was hoping to just leave a note. She checked her watch. "I need to get back to the museum."

"If you're not going to Mexico, then where are you going?" He asked as Shelby headed down the stairs and out the door.

"New Zealand!" She called back. "I left the number of the hotel on the table!"

"NEW ZEALAND?" He called out, rushing after her. "Shelby come back here! We need to talk about this!"

"Sorry dad, I have to go!" She called out, throwing her bags into the back of Tyler's jeep. "I'll call when I get there! Gun it Tyler!"

"Shelby!" Mr Watkins called after her. "Get back here...NEW ZEALAND?"

As they pulled away, Tyler just looked to her.

"So...you told him?" He asked. She just sighed.

"Some of us still live with our parents." She reminded him. Tyler just chuckled in response. "He wanted to know why I needed my passport!"

"Why did you need your passport?" Tyler asked her.

"We're going to New Zealand?" She reminded him sarcastically.

"We're taking the Pterazord?" He reminded her in response. "We're not exactly going through security."

Shelby paused as she realised he was right, before smacking her forehead to the dashboard.

"Why didn't I think of that?" She asked.

Over in New Zealand, a man wandered the streets, an earpiece in his ear connected to the radio in his pocket. He wasn't listening to just any station; he was once again tuned into the police frequency, hoping to hear news of anyone in the area that required his help.

The Violet Avenger, as the media had come to know him in the area, had become a lot more cautious as of late. Ever since he had found that mysterious purple crystal and been granted its power, he had been using that power to help people. He had broken up a number of crimes, rescued a few people from accidents and fires...but recently, he had been pursued by monsters. Not metaphorical monsters, like criminals whose businesses had been affected by his meddling, but ACTUAL monsters!

He was sure it had to have something to do with the UFOs that had been spotted in the area. There was no way those that pursued him were from this Earth. Recently, he had been pursued by bizarre creatures whenever he used his powers to help others. He had come to the conclusion that they were after his crystal, but the one thing he did know was that they were willing to do anything to get their hands on it. Given the power the crystal bestowed upon him, and the destruction they had wrought on the city already, he knew he couldn't just give it to them.

It had occurred to him to simply throw the crystal into the ocean rather than let them get their hands on it, but some unseen force compelled him to keep it. Some great power he didn't understand wanted him to have this power, to use it to help others. However, now he had the very real issue that he had to be careful how and when he used it. The monsters had shown up a couple of times when he was responding to calls, forcing him to flee for the safety of others.

"There's a fire at the apartment on the corner of Kaplan and Marchand." The announcement came across his police scanner. He was nearby. Looking up, he could already see the lightest whisps of smoke rising into the air. He ran into an alley, pulling out his crystal, and changed, hoping that he would be able to help out before the monsters showed up again.

Back in the US, Chase, Riley and Koda were waiting. Ivan had gone inside with Kendall to get some equipment to help them on their journey. Koda just looked to Chase.

"Why we need hotel?" Koda asked him. "Why we not stay at your mother's place?"

"We're going to Auckland, which is on the North Island." Chase explained. "My mum lives on the South Islands."

"But Kendall say New Zealand is small country." Koda responded.

"Compared to the US it is a small country, but it is still pretty big." Chase told him.

"So...Chase not get to see family?" Koda asked. Chase just shook his head.

"Not on this visit I'm afraid." He responded with a little sigh as Ivan and Kendall came out. "So, are we ready to go?"

"I've upgraded the guidance system for the Ptera Zord." Kendall told them, handing Riley a device. "Once you hook this up to the Ptera Zord's navigations system, it should highlight any alien bio signs in the city. It'll relay all the relevant information to the main computers in the lab."

"Your assistance is most appreciated my good lady." Ivan responded. "Now, perhaps we should be on our way."

"I guess the one advantage is that the Ptera Zord flies a lot faster than commercial airlines." Shelby said as they headed somewhere out of sight they could morph. All of a sudden, Ms Morgan's cell phone started ringing.

"Uh...Shelby...this is your number." Ms Morgan said as the Rangers started to leave. Shelby sucked her teeth.

"Yeah, about that...I might have told my dad we were heading to New Zealand." She responded.

"You did WHAT?" Kendall yelled.

"Sorry Ms. Morgan, got to go!" Shelby rushed out as they headed out of sight. Kendall could only watch as the Ptera Zord flew overhead and the team leapt into it. Kendall just shook her head as she answered the phone.

"Hello...Mr Watkins, this is a pleasant surprise..." She said, before pulling the phone away from her ear as he started to yell. "Thanks Shelby. Thanks a lot."

Back in New Zealand, Wrench was in an old theatre that they had found to use as a hideout while they tracked down the Purple Ranger. They had come in search of the Purple Energem, only to find that it was already bonded to another human. They had, since then, been trying to get a hold of this human in order to bring the Purple Energem back to Sledge.

It was a bit of a surprise to find out it had already become bonded to someone. However, they weren't disheartened, it didn't take long after they found the Purple Ranger to realise he was nothing like the Rangers they were used to. Originally, they had believed that it would be a simple task. When they first encountered him, he had fought with barely any ability whatsoever. He had run off almost as soon as he'd seen them. Without any other Rangers around for him to learn from, it seemed that he had little to no idea what he was doing. They were sure they would be able to bring him down easily.

Unfortunately, it had proven more difficult than they expected. He was not a fighter, the way the other Rangers were, but it seemed he knew that. He was, however, irritatingly slippery and evasive. He was able to outrun them, and the few times they had encountered him, he had seemed to disappear without a trace. It was frustrating in the least, and it seemed that Sledge was becoming more than a little impatient with them.

Wrench was busy working on his newest invention, a way that he was confident he would be able to gain all the help they would ever need. He had already asked Sledge for another monster to assist them, and had to listen to his rant about how many resources they needed to expend on a single Ranger who didn't even seem to be capable of fighting back. He knew better than to press his luck too much. If he couldn't ask for reinforcements from Sledge, then he would just have to make them himself.

"You know, for someone who calls himself Meteor, you took your time coming down here." Wrench stated as the new monster came into the room, carrying a couple of metallic cylinders about the size of a thermos. The monster just looked to him.

"Sledge only just released me." Meteor complained. "I'm hungry! Sledge never fed me before sending me down here. Is there anything to eat down here?"

"Never mind that, did you bring what I asked for?" Wrench asked him. Meteor just handed over the metal cylinders.

"I don't know what you want those for." Meteor told him. "And if you ask me, it's kind of gross you kept that around."

"A good scientist never throws anything away. You never know WHEN it can be useful." Wrench stated sagely, opening one of the cylinders and looking inside. "Besides, who asked you anyway?"

"But you're talking about...don't you think this is all a little...morbid?" He said with a shudder. Wrench just shook his head in disbelief.

"You know for a terrorist who carpet-bombed heavily-populated cities with meteorites, you're awfully squeamish." Wrench responded. Meteor just turned way.

"I just made corpses." He muttered. "I didn't spend my time playing with the leftovers."

"There's some food just through there, in the old concession stand." Wrench said, waving him off dismissively. "Go help yourself."

As Meteor went to find himself something edible among the treats that had been left behind when the theatre had closed up, Wrench just put the sealed cylinder aside, and inspected the contents of the other thoughtfully.

"If this works, this could be my greatest creation." He mused, loading it into the machine. "Besides, what's the worst that can happen? It's not like I can make him more dead."

Meanwhile, back on the streets of Auckland, the fire service were busy trying to put out the blaze in an apartment block, while some of their crew were bringing the residents out. The flames had engulfed the building quickly, and the crew were struggling to keep the flames under control and prevent them spreading to the rest of the street.

"Damned old buildings, this thing's like a damned tinder box!" One of the fire-fighters operating a hose complained. "There's no way the building should have gone up this quickly!"

"Just concentrate on the trouble in hand." The fire chief told him. "According to the landlord that's almost everyone on the register. We only need..."

"Sir, there's team Alpha!" Another called out as a couple of fire-fighters bundled a couple of people out of the building quickly. The fire chief took a quick count.

"Four, alright, that should be it!" He called out. "Alright, turn up everything! I don't want this to spread to the rest of the street!"

Just then, they heard a horrendous scream. The fire chief looked to the landlord.

"I thought you said that was everyone who lived here!" He yelled at him.

"It is! I can't help it if someone had visitors!" He protested. The fire chief just shook his head.

"Alpha, how's your BA equipment looking?" He asked.

"We're almost out!" One of them answered.

"Shit! Beta's re-filling!" He protested. "How long...?"

"Perhaps I can be of assistance!" They heard a voice calling out. They all parted as the Violet Avenger came running through the crowd, parting them as he went. "Everyone out of the way!"

He leapt from the ground, crashing through a window on the fourth floor as the fire crew just watched on.

"That crazy son of a..." The fire chief started to mutter, before looking to his crew. "Alright, pour it on! The least we can do is help him out!"

Inside the building, the Violet Avenger went crashing through the window and rolled to his feet, finding the entire floor engulfed in flames, and filling up with smoke. He started to look around for signs of the victim he had heard from outside.

"Hello?" He called out. "Don't be afraid! Help is here!"

He sounded a lot more comfortable than he actually was. His suit was protecting him, but he could still feel the temperature rising far beyond what was comfortable. He was sure that he would be choking on thick, dark smoke were it not for his helmet, which appeared to somehow sharpen his senses, compensating for the lack of visibility.

He had seen images of Tanifa, a huge, underwater lizard of his country's legend in his visions. Many had presumed that the reason it couldn't be found was because like a whale it was capable of holding its breath for amazing time periods, meaning it could live in the depths of the ocean far from prying eyes. That did raise questions about how it would be able to find its way around when visibility would be virtually non-existent, so far from the sun's rays in the depths, but again most presumed it would be able to echo-locate much like a whale. He didn't claim to know how that worked, but all he knew was that he could navigate the uneven surface of the damaged floor and burning fixtures as though he could see them as clear as day. He heard another scream, and could see someone moving.

"Don't worry, help is on the way!" He called out as he made his way over, clearing a path through debris. He found the victim, wrapped in a blanket, walking around like it was dazed and confused. He approached quickly, grabbing the victim's shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'll help..."

He was cut off as the figure swung around and he felt an incredible blow to his ribs, knocking him through a wall. He looked up, a little dazed as the figure stepped through. Throwing off the blanket, Fury revealed himself.

"YOU AGAIN?" The Violet Avenger screamed in panic.

"Don't worry, I'll make this quick." Fury responded, rushing forward and bringing down his sword. The Violet Avenger held up a hand in a panic, closing his eyes. Before he knew what was happening, something appeared in his hand. He felt the blow, but it was blocked by something. Opening his eyes cautiously, he saw he was holding a sword. He had no idea how he had gotten it, but he chose not to question it. Rolling away, all he could think was that he really wished he could keep his distance from the creature.

With no idea what was happening, in a flash of light, there was a large gun in his hand! He decided not to question his luck, and opened fire, bringing down a section of the ceiling on the creature.

"That serves you right you fiend!" He yelled, before taking to heel. He didn't want to press his luck now. He leapt from the building, while Fury roared and threw the debris aside.

"Your luck can't hold up forever Purple Ranger!" He roared. "Your power WILL be mine!"

Meanwhile, back in Amber Beach, Kendall was in her lab, keeping track of the Rangers' progress towards New Zealand. Shelby was on the communicator.

"I keep telling you, I'm sorry Ms Morgan." She said as Kendall continued to work. "I didn't know dad would call and give you a hard time..."

"He practically accused me of kidnapping Shelby!" Kendall told her. "It's only the fact you're over 18 that stopped him from calling the cops!"

"I promise I'll make it up to you!" Shelby continued. Kendall just sighed.

"I'll remind you of that when you see your next rota." Kendall grumbled. Just then, she heard an alert. She looked up, looking a little confused.

"What was that?" Shelby asked.

"It's...it's the armoury." Kendall told them. "Someone's accessing their weapons!"

Tyler and the others all looked around the cockpit of the Ptera Zord.

"Uh...Ms Morgan? We're all here." He reminded her. "No one has their weapons here."

"Phillipe, is it Phillipe?" Chase rushed out. Kendall checked up on her computer.

"No, according to this he's at the golf course." Kendall told them. "He isn't even morphed."

"So who is it then?" Riley asked. Kendall checked the computer, and her jaw dropped as she saw the reading.

"Guys...the Purple Ranger's weapons are gone." She told them.

"The Purple Ranger?" Tyler asked. "Then..."

"That must be what Fury's been looking for!" Kendall told them.

"Ivan, step on it!" Tyler told the Gold Ranger. "We need to get there fast. If someone is bound to the Purple Energem, and they're calling weapons they didn't know they could...they could be in seriously deep shit!"