Title: Slow and Steady

Description: A simple look into a budding relationship between Green and Crimson

A/n: After "Pork Chopped" but clearly still before "Samurai's Journey".

Part Three: An Invitation

Cam rustled through cupboard looking for something to eat. The lunch he planned on having didn't sound good anymore and it was getting close to the time the rangers to be done with school and in his face for afternoon practice. It was best he didn't deal with them hungry or he could lose his temper.

After the last couple attacks he could feel something in the air. Something big was going to happen and he just could place his finger on it. He was on edge. The whole team was. It didn't help that his father was being overprotective of him. He couldn't avoid feeling like he wasn't doing enough to help. For most of his life he has felt like an outsider looking in. The more he thought about it, the less hungry he got and the more agitated he became. He decided to just eat what he had prepared to focus on something else.

As he heated up the rice and vegetables, he heard foot steps and then a distant voice, "Are you in here?"

It was his usual visitor, "I'm making lunch. Want any?"

Hunter came into the limited kitchen and looked at the food. He grimaced, "That looks way too healthy for me."

"'It's good for your mind, as well as your body'," he quoted his father from the nutrition speech he gave the rangers a few weeks ago.

The blond shook his head and Cam rolled his eyes as he reached for an open bag of chips and tossed it the other boy, "This is more my speed," he said as he caught it and started eating the snack.

Cam finished making his meal as Hunter chomped away. Lately they had been having more interaction and more comfortable silences. They both seemed to be grasping the idea of understanding each other without words: which worked out for both of them.

A few moments passed, "What are you doing tomorrow night?" Hunter asked breaking the quiet as he shoved another handful of chips in his mouth.

"Probably organizing the scrolls," he answered as he pushed a piece of broccoli with his chopstick.

He set down the bag and wiped his hand on his shorts, "Well we have a-um race and I was wondering if-"

"Races aren't really my thing," he interrupted.

"I know that I meant- after the race a group of us are going out and I wanted to know if you wanted to go too."

"What do you mean by 'going out'?"

"Going to some dive bar near my place," Hunter shrugged.

"I think dive bars are even less my thing."

"Oh come on, come out with us. We are going to try and get Tori, Dustin and Shane in."

"That's not making it any better."

"Well, you still owe me for the movie."

He did have a sort of verbal contract that he couldn't remember how he got himself into, "Fine, what time?" He might regret this.

"Nine. We are all meeting at my apartment for a pregame and then after we are walking to bar from my place, and one more thing, no ranger work. We are all just going out to blow off some steam," Hunter answered as the alarm went off signaling it was almost practice time.

He nodded as the crimson ranger ran off to change. He would absolutely regret this.

A/n: Thanks for reading!