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.

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Billy landed on the hard-packed ground and dropped the tools he was carrying. He'd come out here to fix one of the Command Center's long range receivers. It had to be placed out here in the desert because the Command Center's shields interfered with the signal. Unfortunately that meant that the wind and dust from the surrounding terrain built up around the device and every few weeks he had to come out here and clean it and make repairs.

He knelt next to the device, which looked a lot like a small satellite dish and started cleaning the sand and grime from it. The casing wasn't damaged this time but he opened the hatch anyway and checked the wiring. Sure enough, some sand and dirt had leaked in.

He pulled the wires, cleaning out the delicate circuitry without much thought. He'd done this operation so many times at this point he didn't need to think about it.

Instead he thought about the events of that morning. His lunch with Marcy was still fresh in his memory. They'd talked for hours, wasting the better part of the day sitting at that beach café just talking. It had felt like old times, when they could just talk about anything. And she could still make him laugh, he felt like he hadn't laughed like that in a long time.

Then when they were leaving there was that moment when he almost forgot the pain of the last six months. He forgot how she'd left him, disappearing completely in a second, forgotten the months he'd lived as a child, he and the other Rangers helpless to stop Master Vile on their own. Even the grueling decision to step down as a Ranger was gone in that moment.

He nearly lost himself in it, he easily could have just let go and given in. Holding her there brought back other memories, memories of her touch. Her hand in his as they walked together through the park, the smell of her hair when he kissed her neck, her hands in his hair when she took him so deep it felt like she could reach into his very soul.

Billy's hand slipped on the console and the device arched and a stray spark bit into his hand.

"Shit!" he shouted and putting his hand to his mouth. His hands were covered with dirt and grime from the desert and he cringed at the bitter taste. He spit into the dry ground next to him and looked at his hand. There was a bright red welt where he'd been shocked. It would swell and blister eventually. He had some ointment back at the Command Center, but he needed to finish his repairs first. If he left the console open, even for a few minutes it would destroy the circuitry inside and he didn't want to have to replace the whole dish.

He worked fast, keeping his mind in the present this time, putting the wires back together and finally closing the casing off and sealing it. He'd just finished locking it down when he heard a familiar whirl and a crash of lighting. Cold metal hands wrapped around his arms, pulling him away from the sensor dish. He was set on his feet and looked around to find himself surrounded by at an entire squadron of cogs.

He lashed out, using his training to fight them off. He kicked to his right, twisting his arm in the process in an attempt to free himself on one side. The cog stumbled away and Billy turned to the second that had a grip on his left side. He punched with his right hand, hitting the cog in the chest. Pain surged up his arm and he felt the bones in his hand shatter. He remembered too late that cog bodies were made out of metal, too much for his unprotected body to damage.

He pushed back the pain, and kicked out at his captor, managing to twist away, but lost his own balance in the act and went rolling over the side of the cliff. The impact knocked the wind out of him and by the time he could move again the cogs had surrounded him, pinning him to the edge of the rock. He brought his arm up fumbling for the button on his communicator, his last hope was to get a message to Zordon before they took him.

But he didn't get the chance. There was a flash of light and something the resembled a pink bubble appeared around him then moved outward, throwing the cogs back. Billy pulled himself to his knees and saw a figure dressed in all pink fly over his head and land between him and machines.

At first he thought it was Kat, come to rescue him, but then he realized the pink figure wasn't the uniform of a Zeo Ranger, but a simple pink sweat suit with the hood pulled up, hiding his savior's face. The cogs attacked the woman and she fought them off with exceptional skill. She didn't just fight with fists and kicks, she also employed pink lightening that shorted out the cogs when it hit them. That's when it occurred to Billy what he was seeing. It was the Tanzetti warrior.

After several minutes it was obvious the cogs were losing and the portal opened up, gathering them back in. A second later, five rainbow teleport beams appeared where the cogs had just left. The Zeo Rangers had finally shown up, a second too late.

They had braced themselves for fighting, but immediately realized they were no longer needed. Tommy stepped forward first, his helmet moving over the scene as he assessed it. The visor came to rest on Billy, crouched against the wall, still clutching his broken hand to his chest.

"Billy!" he shouted and rushed toward his friend. Billy tried to stand but his knees were weak from the fall. Tommy reached him and pulled him to his feet. "Are you alright?" He looked down at Billy's broken hand. "We need to get you back to the Command Center."

Then there was another hand in the mix. Almost out of nowhere the Tanzetti warrior had stepped up. With a simple touch she pushed Tommy aside and reached for Billy. The hood of her jacket was pulled low on her head, the shadows making it dark. Billy tried to focus on her face but all he could see was shadow.

She must be manipulating the light somehow, he thought. There was no other explanation of how he couldn't see her face this close.

Gently, she took his injured hand, holding it between both of hers, her head bowed in concentration. There was a warm sensation through his whole body and a slight pink glow emanated from her palms. Then she stepped back, releasing him, his hand once again whole.

Billy held the hand in front of his face and flexed it a few times. There was no pain, no stiffness. He was completely healed.

The woman stumbled backwards and Tommy jumped in and caught her, but she pushed him away, taking a few steps back. The other Rangers were still there, standing back a bit, unsure of how to handle the situation. The woman however seemed to think she'd had enough. She raised her hand in their direction, then disappeared in a flash of pink lightening.

"Wait!" Billy jumped forward as she disappeared, but it was too late, there was nothing left of her but a small patch of disturbed sand. "She saved my life. I didn't get to say thank you."

He felt Tommy's hand on his shoulder. "It's okay," the Red Ranger said. "I'm sure she knows."

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