Hey everyone, thanks for the great review - I don't deserve them! Uh, this story is not meant to be serious but I'm not good at humor (although people are always laughingat me for some reason!). The best I can manage is 'mildly amusing' ...

MzDany - you got it! Inspiration takes place in many forms!

Lone Chaos Wolf - cliffhanger? You obviously havent seen the cliffhangers in my Wordless story...!

Anyway, sorry took so long to update. Here's Part 2 of Pre-Thunderstorm Tension, it's quite long. Enjoy and don't forget to review...

They decided to walk back to Ninja Ops. With Hunter's power being unpredictable it was clearly not safe to streak. God knows what might happen if he tried it – for all they knew he could end up setting fire to the forest – or worse.

"Better safe than sorry," Shane had said.

"You guys go on, I'll see you there," Hunter had felt guilty about making them all walk back with him, but they had refused to leave him.

"Right now I don't like you should be left alone," Shane had said seriously.

"Aw, poor 'ickle Hunter. Can't go out by himself," Dustin had said with a massive goofy grin on his face.

Hunter went to punch him, but instead managed to give him a slight shock.

"Owch!" he exclaimed, "Man that hurt."

"Sorry," Hunter mumbled and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He walked in a broody silence behind the others all the way back.

They finally reached Ninja Ops and, as predicated, Cam was, to say the least, not happy at the sight of Hunter's still-smoking morpher.

"What the hell did you do to it!" he exclaimed as it was put on the table.

"Nothing," Hunter said in complete sincerity.

Cam stared at him, irritation apparent on his face, "A morpher doesn't trash itself, Hunter. Now, what the hell did you do to it?"

Hunter looked indignant, "I swear it was an accident. I went to activate it and it went 'bang'."

"'Bang'?" Blake said sceptically, "You mean more like ka-boom!" he grinned and shot a sideways look at his brother, "I mean, it blew you clean off you feet and into the sea. And while Hunter was splashing around, we got Kentucky-fried monster! I think we should just leave all aliens to him when he's like this. It's great; all we had to do was stand and watch!" Blake was clearly enjoying Hunter's discomfort and embarrassment; he considered it payback for all the times Hunter had snapped at him in the last week.

"It's not my fault," Hunter almost yelled. The lights in Ninja Ops flickered and the computer gave a warning crackle. The others stared at him, "Sorry," he mumbled again. He seemed to be doing a lot of apologising lately.

Cam sighed and set to work on fixing the broken morpher. While the others sat and talked in low voices, Hunter was restless. He just couldn't sit still and ended up pacing about the room. Finally Cam had enough, "Hunter will you just sit down," he said in exasperation.

Hunter sighed and sat down between Dustin and Shane on the uncomfortable metal-and-material settee. Tori and Blake were curled up together on the other settee and there was no way he was going to disturb them. But the peace that followed did not last.

"Ow!" Dustin exclaimed, jumping up as if he had been stung.

"What did you do?" Blake asked Hunter, a smile on his face.

"Nothing I swear," Hunter said, genuinely puzzled by Dustin's behaviour.

"You gave me an electric shock," Dustin accused him.

"No I didn't…" Hunter tried to explain but was cut off as Shane leapt up from the settee with a cry as well.

"Jesus Hunter, that hurt," he said.

"But I didn't do anything, I swear," Hunter said, frustrated by his friends actions. Before he could try to justify himself further, the settee he was sitting on gave a hiss and smoke began to emerge from it. Hunter jumped up in shock as a small flame started to creep along the material. Blake began to laugh at the look on his brother's face as Shane grabbed a fire extinguisher to put the fire out. Hunter backed away from the others.

"I wouldn't come too close," he warned them. "I think the static's built up again." He was proved right when a bolt of crimson thunder jumped from his outstretched arm to the computer. There was a 'bang' and the lights went off, plunging Ninja Ops into blackness.

"Hunter!" Cam yelled.

"Sorry!" came Hunter's apologetic voice from the darkness.

"Alright, nobody move – especially you, Hunter," Cam said, taking control. "I'm going to find the fuse box."

"This place has a fuse box?" Dustin asked, surprise in his voice.

"Duh!" Shane's voice said.

A faint light could be seen in the darkness – it was Cam with a torch. He found the fuse box and flipped a few switches. Light flooded back into the room.

"Hunter, can't you at least try to control your power?" Cam exclaimed angrily to him as he surveyed the damaged computer. Cam was really pissed off; he hardly ever shouted at anybody.

"No I can't." Suddenly Hunter was furious. "How many times do I have to tell you guys – it's not me. I can't control it and I can't stop it. It's never been this bad before. Don't blame me – blame the weather or whatever. I'd like to see one of you guys try and cope with this – I bet you wouldn't last a day…"

"That's enough Hunter," Sensei cautioned him. Hunter stared at the floor in a sullen silence. "I understand your power is out of control right now and we're going to have to work on that, but there is no need to take your anger out on the rest of us."

Hunter raised his head, his fists clenched. Everybody sensed a change in the atmosphere. Sensei's fur began to rise, as did the hairs on the back of everyone's necks, as the static electricity began to build up.

"Hunter…" Blake began, his face serious now, but was cut off by an exclamation from Tori.

"Hunter, your eyes. They're, they're glowing!"

It was true. A crimson light was creeping into his eyes, discolouring his normal baby blue colour. They all stared at him in horror. It was too much for Hunter. Seeing the looks on his friends' faces he made to leave Ninja Ops. Dustin tried to stop him but was blasted back as he approached. Hunter took one look at him groaning on the floor and fled.

Blake sighed and reluctantly got up from the settee. "I'll go and find him. We'll probably see you all tomorrow." He walked out past a stunned Dustin and headed for a cliff over-looking the sea. He knew that's where Hunter would be. It was his favourite place to go when he wanted to be alone and brood. Sure enough he found Hunter sitting on a rock, gazing out to sea.

"Hey," he said, coming to a stop a little way back from him.

Hunter turned to look at his brother, the crimson glow of his eyes highlighted by the brilliant sunset. "What's happening to me, Blake?" he asked. "I've never felt this bad before and my powers have never got so out of control before either. I hate it!"

Blake knew his brother like to be in command of his life, and the feeling of helplessness that must be accompanying his loss of control over his powers must hurt him as much as the headaches. "It'll all be fine. Sensei's got Cam working on it, although I think Cam wants to find a solution to this problem as much as you do! He's still fixing the computer. Anyway, the storm's due tomorrow – it'll all be over soon. Come on, let's get home," he said, trying to reassure him. He went over to give Hunter a hand up, but Hunter warded him off.

"Don't, I'm not safe."

Blake sighed and reached down and hauled Hunter to his feet. "You forget, I'm a Thunder ranger too and your power isn't going to have that much effect on me."

Hunter gave his brother a wry grin, "I guess did forget that. Come on then, let's get home. I'm starving."

"Glad you are," Blake said to him, "Because it's your turn to cook and suddenly I don't feel hungry!"

"Hey!" Hunter said, punching his brother on the arm. Laughing and joking they made their way back to the apartment that they shared just on the outskirts of Blue Bay Harbour.

Once home, Blake went to turn on the tv while Hunter went into the kitchen to start what he called 'cooking', basically microwave a ready-made meal that he'd got from the shop. It was the best he could do. But tonight, even that was a disaster.

Blake was heading for the kitchen even before he heard the explosion followed by Hunter's cursing. He hurried in to find a smoking microwave and Hunter jumping about, holding his hand and swearing loudly. He leaned against the doorframe, watching the scene. "What did you do?"

"I went to turn on the microwave and, well," he paused.

"Let me guess, you fried it?" Blake said grabbing Hunter's hand to have a look at the damage.

"Sort of. Only it exploded while my hand was there."

Shaking his head, Blake had Hunter hold his hand under cold water while he found a bandage. The water hissed where it touched Hunter's skin, but nothing more. The microwave was a write-off, as was the ready-meal.

"Go and sit down. I'll get us something to eat," he said to Hunter once he'd finished bandaging his burnt hand. "And don't touch anything!" he yelled after him. With a smile Blake set about making dinner. It was going to be an interesting night…