Author's Note: I do not own RPM or any of the characters, but I do own Kaylee, Hayden and Michael.

Now, for the long awaited RPM. I hope you all enjoy!

"A computer virus has built armies of robotic soldiers and taken control of our world. But there are still two places we can be safe, the domed cities of Newtech, and Corinth. And the only hope we have left is to protect these two cities from destruction. We currently have heroes risking their lives to stop Venjix from taking over. A team of Rangers in Newtech is fighting off Morgana, hoping to keep her away from the communications, defence and power system in Corinth, but Venjix got past their army. He's threatening our city. If he succeeds, we're all doomed, even Newtech. Our fate, the fate of the world, the fate of our generation, and the generations to come, rests in the hands of our five heroes."

-----RPM-----

"Listen carefully, okay. We don't have a lot of time. It started three years ago. The world's internet federation reported the appearance of an aggressive new computer virus. The Venjix Virus. A year later, it was estimated that Venjix took control of the world's computer systems. By then, it was too late. Venjix tried to take control of the world's power, communication and defence systems, and nearly succeeded. But he missed the world's main operating system. Corinth City. Venjix built armies of robotic soldiers that laid waste to everything in their path. Former Rangers have tried stopping them, but were forced to retreat and retire. There was no stopping the army, and Venjix declared victory. But thanks to Kaylee Brooks, we still have hope. If you can hear my voice, please go now to the domed cities of Corinth, or Newtech. They are the only two places you can be safe. But you have to make it inside the city walls before the defence shields are activated. Please, hurry."

Explosions could be seen everywhere as a military group escorted thousands of civilians inside the walls to Corinth City, hoping their friends in Newtech were doing the same. As the civilians ran for their lives, soldiers were firing lasers at computer-controlled guns, powered by Venjix.

"Colonel Truman," one of the soldiers called frantically, running up to his boss and standing beside him.

"Easy, son," the colonel frowned. "Get yourself together and give me a proper report."

The colonel didn't seem fazed by the screams of the people, but that could have been due to his calm voice and the sunglasses covering his eyes... or maybe it was because he had lead the military through several evacuations in the past and had seen enough people die to become numb to the entire experience.

"Yes, sir," the soldier said. "They've broken through the west corridor into Zone Delta, sir. We can't hold them off."

The colonel took off his sunglasses and turned to the soldier.

"The Eagle Squad?"

"We lost all contact with them a while ago," the soldier reported sadly. He knew the colonel's sons were working with the Eagle Squad, and he hated being the bearer of bad news. "Sir?" he called when the colonel didn't answer.

"Go shoot at something," the colonel frowned, dismissing his soldier.

"Sir, yes, sir," the soldier turned in the other direction then stopped for a second, wondering if he should apologize to the colonel. He decided against, knowing that duty came before personal matters.

Nearby, a bus was driving into the city, carrying a load full of civilians. The driver stopped when he reached the city walls, and opened the door.

"All right!" he said, in a strong Scottish accent, as he picked up a destroyed Grinder from the few steps leading up to the bus.

Two women approached the bus just as he tossed the useless metal out the doors, and he turned to the two kids in the front seat. "Alright, this'll be your stop little lass," he told the small girl.

He picked her up and gave her to the first woman. She thanked him, taking her daughter in her arms, and walked off. The other woman watched her run inside the city walls then turned to the nineteen year old Scotsman, looking at the morpher on his wrist.

"Good job here, Flynn," she smiled, "And without needing to morph. I knew I was right in choosing you."

"Well, ya can't keep a good Ranger down," Flynn smirked. "You should know that, Kaylee."

Kaylee nodded as she tapped the side of the bus.

"Take them inside. I'll wait here for the others to get back. The colonel's not going to be happy if he loses either one of his sons."

"Especially seeing as you're responsible for both of them," Flynn smirked as he hopped back in his seat and shut the bus doors. Kaylee stepped back as the bus sped off, inside the city.

"Thanks for reminding me," Kaylee groaned.

As Flynn approached the barriers, the colonel stepped out onto the road, forcing the blue Ranger to slam on the breaks. When the bus came to a full stop, the colonel walked up to the door and frowned.

"Lion One, why are you back without the rest of your team?" he asked.

"The team'll be joining me soon," Flynn smirked. "Hopefully they can make it back in one piece, like me."

The colonel looked to the front of the bus as the bumper fell off. Flynn frowned before turning back to the colonel.

"Okay, well, maybe in pieces. But at least we made it back!"

In the distance, both Flynn and the Colonel could hear a woman screaming.

"Get these people out of here!" the colonel ordered. Flynn nodded.

"I'll get myself out of here too, if you don't mind."

As the bus drove off, the colonel looked into the distance and saw an army of Grinders approaching the city.

"Fall back!" he yelled. "Everyone inside the city walls now!"

The soldiers obeyed his command, taking every civilian they could with them.

Once everyone was inside, the colonel called out to one of the soldiers.

"Stand by to raise the shields!"

"But sir," the soldier frowned. "You sons and the Rangers... they're still-"

"On my signal!" the colonel interrupted.

Kaylee, who has just arrived inside the city, overheard him and frowned.

"Colonel! Most of the Rangers are still out there!" she yelled. "We can't leave them!"

"Seal all city gates!" the colonel yelled out. "Raise the shields."

The soldier pulled out a walkie-talkie. "Seal all city gates. Activate the defences on all areas."

As the doors closed, Kaylee noticed two motorcycles in the distance. One had two passengers; the other had only the driver. It struck her as odd that only three of the four missing Rangers were returning, but she was just happy most of them were getting home safe. That is, if they made it passed the doors, which were slowly coming down.

The driver on the black and pink motorcycle jumped off and rolled passed the doors, stopping at Kaylee's feet.

The other two were still too far to make the same jump.

"Hang on!" the driver called out to her passenger as she turned the bike on its side, hoping to slide under the doors like her team-mate had done, but a little faster.

Kaylee was shocked to see her niece had made it, without killing herself, or whichever of the Truman sons she had with her.

The door closed, and the city was back to its holographic perfection. The sky was back to blue, with very few fluffy, white clouds, hiding the warzone on the other side of the dome.

The motorcyclist with the pink helmet stood up beside Kaylee and removed her helmet.

"That was totally awesome!" she called, hugging the former Ranger, "Can we do it again?"

"No," Kaylee frowned. "You may be able to heal, but I'm still worried sick about you! And I'm sure your father is too."

"Details," the girl shrugged.

The other two Rangers took off their helmets. Summer turned to her friend and smirked. "See, I told you I could do it."

"Eagle Two," the colonel called as he approached his son. Though both the colonel's sons were no longer a part of his army, he still called them by their code names. "Where is Eagle One?"

Kaylee walked up beside the colonel and put a hand on his shoulder as a tear ran down her cheek.

"Eagle One is down, sir," Eagle Two, Scott, reported, handing Kaylee a Black morpher.

Father and son exchanged looks, before Scott spoke up.

"He's gone."

"Dismissed," the colonel said in a low voice, shrugging off Kaylee's hand as he walked away. Scott watched his father, hoping for some comfort, but none came.

Summer approached her friend and pulled him into a hug.

"Scott, I'm so sorry," Kaylee said as she joined the hug. "I didn't want this to happen when I asked you to join..."

"It's not your fault," Scott said as he looked up to the blue sky. "It would have happened either way. Rangers or not. Army or not. He still would have gone after the Grinders."

"I could have saved him," the girl in pink sighed as she traced a cut on her arm, which was slowly healing.

"Hayden," Summer frowned. "You saved thousands of people today. One more drop of blood and it could have been you lying on the battle field!"

"I could have tried!" Hayden yelled. "My life comes last! That's my job! It's our job!"

"That's why he had to go! Sacrifice is with an 'I'. There is no 'u'. There's no Hayden. You did what you could."

"I... still... we lost one Ranger today," Hayden looked up at her mother. "Who's going to be RPM Black now?"

"I don't know..." Kaylee sighed. "I really don't know."

"Aunt Kaylee!"

Kaylee turned around and saw her nephew, wearing his dark Green RPM suit, without the helmet. Mike was running towards her, holding a young boy in his hands.

"Aunt Kaylee! He can't find his parents," Mike put the boys down, and he instantly clung to Kaylee's leg. "He says they died."

Kaylee noticed the boy was the same one Flynn had brought home in the bus.

"His parents must have passed away during the attack," she told the Rangers, "If the Grinders could only leave us alone! One week of peace! It's all I'm asking!"

Kaylee ran a hand through her hair as her daughter picked up the small boy, who was crying at this point.

"Shh, it's okay big guy," Hayden whispered. "You're going to be okay."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a badge.

"You see this?" she asked the toddler. "It's my Ranger badge. You're safe as long as you're with me."

The boy nodded as he wrapped his little arms around her neck and buried his head in her shoulder.

"What's your name, kiddo?" Summer asked, placing a hand on his back.

"Christian," the boys whispered. "Christian Samuels."

"Aunt Kaylee, he needs a home. We can't leave him like this," Mike frowned.

"I can talk to my dad," Scott offered. "He might be able to find parents for the boy."

"No," Kaylee said. "Your father has enough to deal with. He just lost a son. I'm not about to burden him with a parent-less one."

"But-"

"I'll take him... for now at least."

"Really?" Hayden asked. "Don't you have to ask dad?"

"I'm sure he'll understand," Kaylee smiled, taking the boy from her daughter. "After all, this ain't permanent."

Hayden nodded, turning to the team.

"Where's Flynn?" she asked. "He was supposed to drive the bus back into the city."

"Right here, lass!" Flynn smiled, dropping his hands on Hayden's shoulders, causing the young girl to jump.

"Rangers," Kaylee called. "Head home, all five of you."

-----RPM-----

Three months later, a young man was driving in his car. He pulled to a stop and stepped out as he poured the last of his water into his mouth. He then walked to his trunk and found another water bottle. He was about to drink it when he noticed a yellow flower in the middle of the desert.

"Well, well, looks like it's just you and me."

Forgetting about his thirst, he poured the rest of the water onto the flower, hoping it could survive the polluted air and the intense heat.

When the flower's thirst was quenched, the boy pulled out a map, hoping to find one of the two domed cities. He popped a yellow sucker into his mouth as he read the compass, failing to notice another young man approaching him.

"Hold it right there!"

The boy went to turn around, but the voice yelled again.

"Eyes in front!" it yelled. "Hands up!"

The boy pulled the lollipop out of his mouth as he raised his hands, and dropped it into the sand.

"Okay, now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way," the voice told him. "I'm going to count-"

"No."

"Wait... what no?" the voice asked. "I haven't even told you my demands yet! Now you made me lose my train of thought."

"You wanna start over?" the boy offered.

"No... no, let's just... let's keep going," the voice said. "Uh... um... I need to take your car. Well, let's say borrow. I need to borrow your car. Okay, that sounds better."

The boy laughed.

"And those are your demands?"

"Yeah. Non-negotiable."

"Can I say something now?"

"Sure!"

"No!"

Though the boy couldn't see who was talking to him, he was sure the person was frowning.

"Okay, you see, that's fine. Now I wasn't going to bring this up, because it's kinda rude, but I'm the one holding the blaster here! Plus I'm a desperate and dangerous-"

"You're not holding a blaster," the boy cut off the voice, turning his head slightly.

"I think I am! What else would it be?"

"It feels like a four and a half inch outtake muffler. Kinda like the one you might have pulled off that rig over there."

The boy nodded his head in one direction.

"Maybe... I mean, that's an interesting theory but a smart guy like me, he might, uh, he might disguise this blaster-"

The boy turned around and slammed his fist down on the muffler, knocking it out of his attacker's hands. The attacker, who was slightly smaller than he was, stepped back.

"Okay! Not the face!" the attacker yelled, putting his hands in front of his face as the boy approached him.

"Do you have any food, water, or gas?" the boy asked, grabbing the bag his attacker had dropped.

"Um, no, that's some of the other stuff I was planning to borrow from you."

The boy threw the bag into the attacker's arms as he walked to his car.

"Wait," the attack yelled. "Where are you going? You can't leave me here!"

He spotted the map on the boy's car and smiled, "The cities! You're looking for one of the domed cities."

"I don't need your help," the boy said.

"You know, it's very hard to find your way," the attacker smirked. "Fortunately for you, I can take you to Corinth."

"If you knew where Corinth was, you would be there," the boy said.

"I was! I just came from there!" the attacker pulled out an ID citizen card. The boy took it and read it.

"Ziggy? Your name is Ziggy?"

"Yeah," the attacker, Ziggy, smiled.

"Is it short for something, like Ziggster, or Ziguardo?"

"Nope... just Ziggy."

"Well, watcha doing out here, Ziguardo?"

"It's a long story," Ziggy started as he walked over to the passenger's side of the car. "And I would be happy to tell you the whole thing on the way... or maybe I could just get in and keep my mouth shut." Ziggy corrected himself when he saw the look the boy was giving him.

"Yeah. The second one."

Ziggy made it two minutes in the car before words started falling out of his mouth again.

"So, you still haven't told me your name yet," he said, looking over at his new friend... or what he hoped was a friend.

"I don't know."

"You don't know if you wanna tell me your name?"

"I don't know my name."

"Well, where are you from? I mean, who are you then?"

"I don't know."

"You know," Ziggy dropped the relaxed look and leaned in closer to the boy. "If we're going to be partners, I feel like we should work on our communications... OH WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!"

The boy slammed hard on the breaks and opened the window as Ziggy pointed to a large dome.

"See, Ziggy promises, Ziggy delivers," Ziggy smirked. "That right there, is Corinth."

"Are you going to shut up now, Ziguardo?" the boy asked.

"Okay... but um, I just have one more thing," Ziggy said. "You might wanna pull off the road and wait until it gets dark..."

"We can't stop," the boy said.

"What?" Ziggy frowned.

"We're running low on fuel," the boy explained. "If I kill the engine, we might never get it started again."

"No... this is a joke, right?" Ziggy asked. "You're not serious."

But the boy was. He put the pedal to the metal as he sped off, down the dirt road, towards the city.

"Okay, stop, time out!" Ziggy yelled desperately. "We need a reality check! No one has ever run the barricade into the city, during daylight!"

"Well, I'm as close to no one as you're ever going to meet!" the boy smirked.

"Okay, well you can just drop me off right here," Ziggy stuck his head out the window, hoping the boy was going to stop. "Or here, or here. THERE! Oh... that spot would have been really good!"

As he watched his "spot" fade into the background, he noticed a bunch of Grinders on motorcycles behind the car.

"Hey, it's the perimeter patrol. And they are right on top of us!"

He stuck his head back into the car and turned to the boy.

"Hand me that," the boy ordered, looking down at Ziggy's feet. Ziggy looked down as well, but spotted a bunch of junk.

"What? This?" he asked, holding up a spoon. "Or this?" he held up a screwdriver. "Can you be more specifc?" He held up a wrench, "Or this?"

After getting no answer from the boy, he looked down at the last thing at his feet: an unwrapped yellow sucker.

"You do not mean this?" he asked.

The boy grabbed the sucker, ripped off the plastic and popped it in his mouth. Ziggy watched him in shock.

"Okay! Okay, this isn't happening!" he frowned. "I'm running the Venjix barricade, in broad daylight, with Willy Wonka at the wheel!"

The Grinders started firing lasers at the car, forcing Ziggy into a deeper state of panic.

The boy reached down and grabbed a circular piece of metal. He stuck the sucker onto it before tossing it out the window. The metal landed on a motorcycle and blew it up.

Ziggy looked out the back window, eyes wide.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side."

"Trust me, you're already there," the boy smirked.

Ziggy frowned as he turned back to face the front, only to see a barricade pop up from the sand.

"HOLY SHIT!" he yelled.

Lasers from the barricade started firing at the car, but the boy held on tightly as he tried to make it passed.

"We can still turn back!" Ziggy yelled. "We can still turn back! WE CAN STILL TURN BACK!"

"I thought I told you to shut up!" the boy told him, his voice was still strangely calm.

He threw another piece of metal out the window, never moving his foot over the brakes to stop. It was do, or die.

-----RPM-----

Inside the city, the colonel was sitting at his desk, thinking about his oldest son, as someone approached him.

"Sir, we're picking up an incoming bio signal," the person said, "Outside the dome, sir."

The colonel jumped up from his seat and walked up behind a woman at the computers.

"Tell me about it."

"A single vehicle, driving right up to the middle of the Venjix barricade. Definitely human. One, or maybe two bio fields."

"Well, which is it?" the colonel asked. "One, or two?"

"One... one and a half?"

"Alert Dr. K," the colonel told the first man.

-----RPM-----

"I never learned to play a musical instrument," Ziggy pondered staring at a yellow sucker while the boy beside him continued to throw little circular bombs out the window. The boy seemed to have plenty with him. "I always wanted too, you know. I mean, who knows, I could have been the greatest clarinet player in the world!"

Ziggy suddenly spotted a Grinder right beside him. He reached down and grabbed a bomb, hoping to throw it out the window. He pushed the button to activate it and threw as hard as he could.

The bomb flew straight for the Grinder, until it hit the window and bounced back, landing on Ziggy's lap.

"That's not good, is it?" he asked the boy.

"Throw it, Ziguardo!" the boy yelled.

Ziggy rolled down the window and readied himself to throw the bomb again, but the boy was forced to make a sharp turn, causing Ziggy to lose his grip on the bomb as the little machine made its way into the back seat, out of reach.

"And that's gotta be worse!"

As Ziggy tried reaching for the bomb, the boy spoke.

"Call me Dillon," he said.

"What?"

"My name, you can call me Dillon."

"Is that short for something?" Ziggy mocked. "Like, Dillinson, or Dill Pickles?"

Dillon looked over at Ziggy and frowned.

"Well," Ziggy sighed. "It's been nice knowing you, Dill Pickles."

"Hang on!" Dillon yelled before forcing the car to do a sharp turn. The bomb flew out the open back window. It bounced off a laser pointed at the two boys, then exploded, revealing the domed city.

-----RPM-----

"They made it!" the soldier announced.

The colonel walked over to the table where a computer sat. On the screen was a giant K.

"Dr. K?"

"Lower the shields!" the animated voice ordered. "And open the gate please, colonel."

"There is going to be infiltration before we can power the shield back up," the colonel reminded the doctor.

"I know. The Rangers are on the way."

"Can't have a fight without me!" Kaylee smiled as she walked into the room, holding Ducky in one hand, and a bowl of popcorn in the other. "I love me some new, old re-runs of the good old days."

The colonel figured Dr. K must have alerted Kaylee and shrugged her sudden appearance off. Working with her for the past three years, he had seen weirder.

-----RPM-----

Dillon's car finally arrived inside the city, but the Grinder's weren't far behind. Leading them was a monster, which resembled the butt of a car, with a horn sticking out of its head. At least, that's what Kaylee called it.

Dillon and Ziggy looked down, hoping to throw another bomb, but realised they had run out.

"Uh, problem!" Ziggy called out.

Suddenly, a blonde girl in a pink jacket, and a boy with black hair and a black jacket, trimmed in a dark green color appeared on both sides of the car.

"You guys okay?" the girl asked.

"Of course they're okay, Hayden," the boy smiled. "You're not the one behind the wheel."

Hayden flashed the boy a menacing look before turning back to the passengers.

"Stay here, don't move."

"Wait!" Ziggy called as the two ran away, joining three more teens, all wearing black jackets with different coloured outline. One boy had red, another boy had blue, and the other girl had yellow. So far, the girl in pink was the only one in a pink jacket with black trimming.

"Ready?" the one in red called.

"READY!"

"RPM, get in gear!"

As the five Rangers fought off the Grinders, Ziggy and Dillon watched on from the car. Ziggy was excited to see the heroes, while Dillon glared in shock.

"Red, Blue, Yellow, Pink and Dark green!" Ziggy cheered. "Wait... Black... there was a black one! Where is he?"

The monster ran up towards the car, ready to jump on it, when the yellow and pink Rangers jumped down onto the hood. They nodded at each other before the pink one ripped the hood off the car. Ziggy and Dillon could see the metal cutting through her suit and her skin, but she didn't pull her hands back. The pink Ranger... who the boys say was Hayden, continued to pull as her hands started to bleed.

"Just a little more, Hay!" the yellow Ranger encouraged. Suddenly, the hood was torn off and both girls threw it, like a Frisbee, at the monster.

"Oh no!" the monster yelled, taking off in the other direction.

Thankful, Ziggy stuck his head out the window.

"GO RANGERS!" he cheered.

"Wait, go what?" Dillon asked.

"Rangers. Power Rangers."

"What's a Power Ranger?"

To Be Continued.