Disclaimer: I do not own any characters related to Power Rangers they are owned by Saban/Disney et. al

I do however own all things Tanzetti and reserve the right to reuse them as I please.

No intro this time, just on with the story

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"Who is she?" Katherine asked Tommy.

They were standing off to the side of the scene that had suddenly erupted in the middle of the park. The police had been called when Marcy's team started barreling through the park with their guns. Her partner Tank was now sorting out paperwork with one of the officers over the man he'd called Stanley.

Billy and Marcy sat several paces away on top of a picnic table. They were talking easily enough but Tommy had bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Her name is Marcy Tannon," he said. "She and Billy were dating for awhile."

"They look awfully friendly," Kat said. "Why did they break up?"

Because she's an alien warrior from another planet who was too scared too reveal her identity to us. "It's complicated."

He couldn't fully blame Marcy, or Madala as he knew she was truly named. He'd spoken to Zordon not long after she left. He told the mage about the letter and how she'd revealed herself to him. Zordon had told him that just like their morphing power, Tanzetti power was stronger when there were more people working as a team. Since Madala's family was dead and the power could only be passed on to a blood relative, she was limited in what she could do, and overextending her power would cost her physically. Her biggest concern had been that if she'd revealed herself and was then discovered by Rita and Zedd or another enemy, she wouldn't be able to defend herself or help in battle.

That was a feeling Tommy could relate to. He still remembered what it was like when he was losing his Green Ranger powers. Having to judge a battle by how much it would cost him in power. Sitting on the sidelines while his friends struggled, knowing he couldn't do anything to help them. He'd run at one point too, because he couldn't take the pain of watching his friends struggle without him. So he didn't blame Marcy, but seeing her now, sitting next to Billy, talking and smiling like nothing had happened made him uneasy.

She'd broken Billy's heart once. Tommy didn't want to see that happen again.

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"So how did you become a bounty hunter?" Billy asked.

Marcy laughed. "That's a long story. The short version is: I needed money, I met Tank and he offered me this job."

"I don't know if I like the idea of you getting shot at," Billy said.

You don't get a say anymore was the first thing she thought, but then she softened. "It doesn't happen as often as you think," she said.

Billy grimaced and looked away.

"So what are you doing now?" she asked.

"Nothing much," Billy said. "I graduated high school early."

"You're kidding?" Marcy said. She was thrilled by that news. "I always knew you could move on faster than you did." She stopped herself. She almost called him 'evil genius.'

"So what are you doing now? Are you going to college?"

Billy shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "It's the middle of the semester right now. I've barely started to look at anything. I-I don't know what I want to do."

"You can do whatever you want," she said.

Billy smiled and a soft breeze blew his hair in his face.

"You let you're hair grow out," she said.

He ran a hand through his hair unconsciously. "I just keep forgetting to cut it," he said.

"No, I like it," Marcy said. "The surfer boy look. It suits you."

She ran a finger across his forehead, pushing away a stray lock that had been blown by the wind. And then she felt it, the power, it was gone. There was no flash of color, no battle senses, nothing. He wasn't carrying power anymore, he was no longer a Ranger.

She'd noticed, like everyone else, that there were only five Rangers now. They had new costumes and new colors so everyone assumed something had happened and the powers changed, but Marcy had assumed that Billy was still the Blue Ranger. Apparently he wasn't.

He ducked his head away from her touch and looked at his feet, but she could see he was smiling.

"God I've missed that," she said before she could stop herself.

Billy looked up. "What?"

"The way you smile," she admitted.

His smile widened and she returned it with one of her own. He's free of the power now, she thought. But she risked a quick glance to his wrist and saw he still wore a communicator. A shackle binding him to his old life. Perhaps he wasn't totally free.

"Chance!" Tank's voice echoed over the park. "We're moving out!"

"I'm coming," she answered sliding from the table.

"Chance?"

"My code name," Marcy explained. "Because he took a chance on me when he gave me this job."

Billy nodded and she saw just a hint of a smile.

"It was really good seeing you, Billy," she said. "You look good."

"You too," he replied.

"You take care of yourself."

She turned and walked away before she was tempted to say more. On her way to the jeep she passed Tommy, standing close the girl Stanley had tried to hold hostage. What was her name? Katherine? From her dress and the way Tommy clung to her side she assumed she was the new Pink Ranger. She remembered seeing in the paper a few months back that Kimberly was chosen to train some world class gymnastics team, apparently she'd been easily replaced.

"Tommy," she said politely.

"Marcy." He smiled but his eyes were completely cold.

Don't worry, White Ranger, she thought. I'm not here to interfere. Just let me do my job and I'll move on.

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