AN: I like the way this story is going. Yeah, I really like the way this story is going. I wrote this before I did the oneshot CyberHunter, so if they seem a bit similar... well, I really have no excuse. Not much else to say about this one... Oh, review. Please, I'm starving. Feed me?

Summary: Hunter tries to convince Cam to reprogram CyberCam.

Scent Of a Ranger

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Cam's indignant shout as he entered Ninja Ops startled Hunter, though he really should have been prepared for it.

He turned to eye the irate Samurai, whose face wasn't so much angry as it was tired. "Trying to come up with an excuse that you'll buy." Hunter admitted sheepishly.

Cam's expression didn't change. "Get out of my chair!" Cam demanded.

"I was just-" Hunter began, but was cut short by Cam coming towards him waving an angry hand.

"Did I ask what you were doing? I don't care. Just, get out of my chair!" He was really possessive, Hunter realized. Especially of things Hunter decided he should share.

Hunter crossed his arms and glared up at him. "No." He responded defiantly.

Cam glared back at him. He was about to say something when Hunter cut him off.

"Not until you tell me what this button does." Hunter pointed to one of the keys, and was actually surprised to see Cam look away and frown.

"That's the zord bay doors. What are you doing?" Cam demanded, hands on hips and looking completely flustered.

And really hot, Hunter decided. But he'd keep that one to himself.

"And where's CyberCam?" Cam actually did register the disappearance of his doppelganger, and Hunter grumbled miserably.

"Oh, him?" Hunter said more clearly when Cam looked at him questioningly. "I took him offline."

"Why?" Cam wanted to know.

"Because he's annoying." Hunter snapped. Cam was looking at him, so Hunter just made a face and looked away.

"You don't like him, do you?" Cam crossed his arms and stared down at Hunter, who shrugged uncomfortably.

"You think?" He shot back. "You couldn't have mentioned it before now? It wouldn't have taken much. Just a 'by the way, there's going to be another me running around from now on'!"

"I was going to. Eventually." Cam said slowly. "I knew you wouldn't like it."

"And you did it anyway! Thanks for the consideration." Hunter mocked, and the corners of Cam's mouth turned up. "Glad to know I merit no importance in your mind."

"Now you're just being dramatic." Cam told him. Hunter sighed.

"It's a good idea." Hunter admitted. "We should have someone here now that you're a ranger. But does he have to look exactly like you?"

"He doesn't look exactly like me." Cam retorted indignantly. "Do I wear clothes like that? Would I wear a little green beanie? Do I go around talking like Dustin? Hell, do I go around hugging people?"

"Okay, so he looks like you having a mental breakdown. What's your point?" Hunter agreed angrily.

"My point is that obviously, he isn't me! And I can't believe he had all of you fooled all day long! Dustin or Shane maybe, but you?" Cam shouted back. Hunter stared at him.

"Wait-" Hunter sputtered. "How did this become about you? This isn't about you. This is about me being angry with you. Why- how are you mad at me?"

"What if I hadn't gotten out of the closet, huh? What if I'd starved to death while I waited for you to figure it out?" Cam turned his back on him, and Hunter rose from the chair.

"Now wait a minute." Hunter reached out a hand to put on Cam's shoulder, and Cam spun on him and knocked his hand away. "Chill out! Look Cam! I would have figured it out the first time I went to kiss you, or grab your hand, or corner you after practice. And you know what? Everyone else would have figured it out too!"

"Well they didn't, did they? Not soon enough." Cam crossed his arms again and looked away.

"Yeah, because you figured it out. You got out and fixed things. Like you… always do." Hunter was fast loosing his edge in this argument. He wasn't even sure what point he was trying to make anymore.

"Yeah, trusty Cam. If he can't do it-"

"No one can." Hunter finished quietly. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "So you had a rough day huh?"

Cam looked incredulous. "I was locked in a closet." He pointed out.

"Yeah. That must have sucked." Hunter sympathized, and Cam looked at him carefully.

"You really had no idea, did you?" Cam wondered.

That was a very dangerous question, and Hunter knew it. Because he really hadn't known. Sure, he had realized that Cam was acting weird, but he hadn't realized it wasn't his Cam. And it was his boyfriend. He really should have known.

But he hadn't, had he?

"No. I thought maybe you were having a weird day or something. I didn't… I just knew you were acting weird. I didn't want to push you over the edge or anything by asking you about it. It… never even occurred to me that it might not be you." Hunter spoke to the floor, afraid of what Cam's reaction might be. "And I'm sorry. I really should have known. And I've been kicking myself for it all afternoon."

Hunter looked up, and was really surprised to see Cam smiling. Well, not totally smiling, but it was a very affectionate look he was getting, and Hunter frowned.

"Wha-" Before Hunter could even get the word out, Cam kissed him. Hard, and on the mouth. It was quick, and easy, and Hunter was really relieved. Cam pulled away, and the affectionate look on his face was still there. "Wow. What was that for?"

"For knowing." Cam said quietly, and Hunter frowned.

"But I didn't. I was clueless all day long." Hunter didn't know why he was arguing the part that would land him in the dog house.

"You weren't completely." Cam told him. "But you still need to work on your keen skills of observation."

Hunter paused. "You know," he said after a moment. "We've been dating for weeks, and it feels like I still don't know the first thing about you. I don't know your favorite food, or even your birthday."

Cam smiled. "It's spaghetti. And February 2nd. You?"

Hunter smiled back. "Cold pizza. March 30th."

"Good. That's a step in the right direction, then." Cam looked ready to move on, but Hunter had one more thing to discuss.

"Can't we change him a little bit?" He pleaded. Cam rolled his eyes.

"How?" Cam looked like he was actually considering it.

"I don't know. Give him an accent or, a tattoo or something." Hunter tried not to feel foolish, but Cam was laughing at him.

"He's nothing like me. He wears a beanie!" Cam reminded, and Hunter frowned. "Now that you know, you really think you won't be able to tell us apart?"

"How about we make him into a her?" Hunter suggested. "A girl version of you. That'd be easier."

Cam sputtered. "Oh yeah, I'd love to hear Dustin's opinion on that."

Hunter smirked. "Shane's would be funnier." He admitted.

"We're not changing him." Cam told him resolutely.

"Not even a little?" Hunter begged.

"Not even a little." Cam confirmed. "Now come on. I'll walk you out."

"Who says I'm going anywhere?" Hunter wanted to know.

"Me." Cam answered, turning back to wait for him at the stairs. "I'm going with you."

Hunter ignored Cam's condescending tone and followed him anyway. "If you ever try to play switcheroo with that thing, cause you think it would be funny or something…" Hunter warned.

"It kind of would be." Cam admitted.

Hunter let his hand brush against Cams as they walked up the stairs. "Do it, and we'll see whose laughing."