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     Ok, this is the fourteenth of the requested pairings.  This one was requested by Dagmar Buse.  Oh, and Daggy?  I put in just a tiny bit of Justin as you requested :) Cam and Billy

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

     Cam smiled smugly as he placed the trophy on his overcrowded fireplace mantle.  Ever since he had retired as the Green Samurai Ranger, he had been winning invention competitions. 

     "Boof!"  Cam jumped back as the soot hit his clothing.  "Damn it, Santa.   I just had this dry-cleaned!  I know I'm wonderful and all that but couldn't you have at least waited until December until…" He paused as he realized the individual in his fireplace was beardless and way too thin to be St. Nicholas.

     "Oh, my head," Billy moaned.  "I knew I should've just bashed in your door." 

     "Huh?  Who are you?  What do you mean by coming down my chimney?"  Cam held out his now-filthy trophy.  "You wouldn't happen to have some metal polish on you, would you?"

     Billy stood up unsteadily.  "No, but I do have something else for you."  In his shaking hand was a very bizarre-looking blaster.  It was bright green and had red and purple lights flashing all through it.  "Take that!"  He pressed the trigger and…nothing.

     "Uh, why are you trying to shoot me with a Wacky Water Pistol?" asked Cam.

     "A..a..what?" Billy cried.  "But, Cestro said it was a one of a kind, high-tech Aquatian Blaster."  He frowned as he realized that the Aquatian excuse for a genius would never get over his anger at him.  How was Billy to know that on Aquitar marriage was arranged among immediate family members?  He could still remember Cestro screaming bloody murder when he caught Billy kissing the fish girl.  Not that it really mattered, because, as it turned out, Cestria really had tasted like raw fish.  Billy sighed.  He really should have called the other Rangers back and told them he had changed his mind, but he just didn't feel like disrupting the celebration party he was sure they were having.  "Damn it, nothing ever goes right for me!"  Soot flew all over as Billy flopped onto a white sofa and put his head in his arms.

     "Hey, hey," Cam exclaimed as he yanked the distraught man off his couch.  "I don't know who the hell you are.  But you're paying for the carpet and upholstery cleaning.  Now get out of here before I call the police!"

     "You don't even know who I am?  You're not impressed by the irony that the first Ranger genius just tried to kill you?"

     Cam scowled.  "What are you talking about?  I've already got that Justin jerk tied up in my closet."  He opened the door to reveal a young man struggling against bounds and a gag.  Then he closed the door again.  "That's the last time he tries to peep into my bathroom!"

     Billy did a double take at that and then shrugged his shoulders.  "Oh, well, it's not like I was too thrilled to have Mr. Hyperactive take over as a Blue Ranger.  But I'm the original genius, Billy Cranston."

     "Oh, yeah," Cam remembered.  "I remember you.  Weren't you that guy who invented the 'snicker' Turbo Zords?"

     Billy paled.  "That…that was a mistake!  I was distraught because I couldn't get the Gold Ranger Powers and just invented anything I could think of just to get it off my mind!"  Billy's face darkened in anger.  "That's just one of the reasons I really hate you."

     "Because you're a crummy inventor?" asked Cam derisively.

     "No because…hey, wait a second.  What do you mean crummy?  My inventions have helped pull the other Rangers' butts out of the fire on many occasions.  Why, I invented the communicators.  I invented the Zeo Cannon and Zeo Battle helmets.  I invented the molecular hydroatmospheric regeneration prototype.  I invented the special Head Chow I poured into Zordon's tube every morning.

     "Really?"  Cam walked over to his computer and pulled up some information.  "Well, according to this, the patents for all those inventions have been filed under the name of Alpha Five."

     "WHAT???!!!"  Billy shoved Cam aside to study the monitor.  "Why that hideously chrome-plated excuse for an automaton!  He promised he would send all of my patents to the Government.  That Benedict Arnold!  Oh, if I ever see him again, I'll give him a real reason for his stupid waddle."

     Cam waited until Billy left the computer.  Then he sprayed and wiped down the keyboard and monitor.  "Do you mind?  You've already made a big mess in here."

     "Well, it's not like you're any great host," countered Billy.  "I mean you could at least show me to the bathroom so I can wash my hands."

     "HOST???!!!" cried Cam.  "I didn't invite you here.  You came crashing down my chimney.  You tried to kill me.  There's absolutely no way I'm going to let you get my pristine washroom filthy."  He stood back.  "Forget the police.  I'll take care of this problem myself!  Samurai Storm-Ranger Form!"  With that Cam had morphed into the Green Samurai Ranger.  "Prepare to battle, scummy one!"

     "With what?" asked Billy incredulously.  "I don't have any powers or weapons."  He sighed.  "As I was about to say earlier, that is one of the many reasons I hate you.  After I lost my powers, I had to hang around the Power Chamber, playing nursemaid to a doddering old head and a weasely little robot. And, if that wasn't bad enough, I had to waste my time thinking of ways to pull my so-called friends out of danger.  When I think of all the money I could have been earning at MIT…"

     Cam, who had been leveling a blaster at Billy paused and lowered it to the side.  "Whoa, I can see why you're angry.  I mean I had to deal with the same thing.  Well, except I got stuck with a stinky hamster instead.  But I don't see why you hate me."

     "Because you got away from it," growled Billy.  "You were able to go back in time and get that damned amulet.  You had the forethought to build a duplicate of yourself so you could have a life out of Ninja Ops.  Why the hell didn't I think of that?"

     "Yeah, Cyber Cam really was a brilliant idea.  Especially now that he's the one stuck slaving for my dad."  Cam shook his head.  "You know, I never realized how easier my life had become when that overbearing dictator got shrunk into a rodent."  He shrugged his shoulders and raised his blaster.  "Well, back to business.  Any last words?"

     "Wait a second!" cried Billy as he pulled a pair of glasses out of his pocket and donned them.  "You wouldn't hit a guy in glasses would you?  Anyway, I just thought of yet another reason to hate you."

     "Oh and what is that?" Despite his eagerness to get rid of his 'guest,' Cam couldn't help being curious about him as well.

    "You can do whatever you want with your powers.  If I had tried to attack another human while I was morphed, Zordon would immediately have had me stripped of my Blue Ranger Powers."

     Cam laughed.  "Well, it's too bad you don't have your powers anymore, isn't it?  With Zordon dead and gone, you could just do whatever you felt like."  As he raised his blaster yet again, it slipped from his hand.  "Damned glove polish," Cam murmured as he stooped to retrieve it.  "Last time I buy a cheap brand."  He didn't notice the sudden flash of light as he carefully wiped the dust off the weapon.  However, when Cam straightened up, he was shocked to see the Blue Turbo Ranger standing in front of him.  "What the???"

     "Storm Blaster!" Billy called.  With a loud honk of the horn, the sentient blue vehicle crashed through Cam's front door.

     "My house!  My beautiful house!" cried Cam as Storm Blaster scooped him up on its antenna and crashed out through the back wall of his living room.  "I'll be back!" He vowed as they sped away.

     "No duh, it's your house," mumbled Billy.  "Some genius.  First rule of kidnapping is to always check your victims for weapons or hidden morphers."  He headed towards the closet and knocked on it.  "Thanks for the morpher, Justin!"  He snickered as he heard the muffled curses emanating from behind the closed door. 

     "Oh, I'll let you out later!" Billy called as he headed out the front door.  "But now, I have some so-called friends to take care of.  Imagine, inviting that little shrimp rather than me to become the Turbo Ranger."