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Chapter 4

Dazed, Andros was thrown roughly out of Arrow's compound. He landed face down on the hot, hard street, and lay there, unmoving and unfeeling. He had no idea how much time had passed, but it must have been hours before anyone paid him any notice. Someone kicked him hard in the ribs, and he winced, groaning.

"Don't do that!" he heard someone say sharply. "Think, Calan. We need him."

"If you say so, Alana," came the dubious reply. "He doesn't look like much."

"That's all thanks to your brilliant plan," Alana snapped. "Yours and... Don't just stand there, Calan, help me move him. Careful, he's hurt."

Andros listened to their conversation without interest, not really caring how they knew who he was or what they wanted with him. As he was hauled to his feet, his body screamed in silent agony as something scraped hard against the burns.

"I said careful, Calan!"

"Sorry, Alana," Calan replied carelessly, and Andros took an immediate dislike to him.

"Apologize to him, he's the one you've hurt." Alana paused. "Red Ranger, can you hear me?" Andros nodded his head. "Can you walk?"

"I - I don't know," Andros said, his voice coming out hoarse.

"Lean on us," Alana ordered him. "We're taking you somewhere safe."

Andros did as he was told, and found his arms slung over their shoulders as they supported him. Slowly the three of them made their way down the street. He watched the ground pass by under his feet, wishing that he could be running in the opposite direction - towards Ashley, not away from her.

"In here," Alana said suddenly, and Andros let himself be dragged through a doorway and into a dark room. "Put him in that chair over there." He felt himself dropped down onto a chair and finally raised his head, taking in his surroundings.

The room was no longer dark; Alana had turned on a light. It was a small space, and crowded. They were in a living area that doubled as a kitchen of some sort, he guessed, and through an open doorway, he could see four bunks shoved up against the wall.

Andros turned his head to look at his rescuers. Alana was a tall blond no older than twenty, with clear sapphire eyes that gazed at him intently. She was wearing several shades of pink. It was Calan's appearece that sent waves of fury coursing through him. He was dressed completely in blue, but Andros saw only his face. It was the face of the guard who had beat him as he'd tried to hold onto Ashley.

"Killian," he muttered, staggering to his feet, intending to fight him, intending to kill him.

"Whoa!" Alana cried. "Careful, you'll hurt yourself." She caught his arms and pushed him back down into his seat, despite his efforts to shake her off. "Red Ranger, do you have a name?"

"I'm Andros," he said, still struggling to get to Calan.

"Andros," Alana said. "Calm down. This is Calan, not Killian."

He paused, blinking at her. "What?"

"You met my twin brother earlier," Calan explained. "He's Arrow's advisor, and captain of the guards."

"I'll kill him," Andros spat, energy flooding into him at the mention of Arrow's name. "I'll kill them both."

"That's what we brought you here for," Alana said, anxiety creeping into her voice.

"Andros, we're Power Rangers."

"What?" Andros asked, not really caring much for the declaration. He hadn't heard past the first sentence. "You brought me here?"

"We need a red ranger," Calan said bluntly. "We've searched all through our world, and there's no one that can harness the power, so we decided to borrow you."

"And if I say no?"

"Then Arrow keeps your precious Ashley."

"What?" Andros and Alana cried together.

"What's wrong with you?" Alana shouted.

"Arrow wasn't just going to let him walk through the mirror," Calan said defensively. "He wasn't just going to let him go free! He needed a hostage. Do you know how hard I worked to convince Killian to convince Arrow that it was worth it to chase after the red ranger in the first place? It took months! I wasn't even there. Is it my fault that the yellow ranger followed him around like some sort of pet?"

This time, Alana made no move to restrain Andros as he flew at Calan, completely consumed by rage. Forgetting about his injuries, he seized the blue ranger by the throat, trying to crush his windpipe. Calan retaliated by catching Andros just under the jaw with his fist, driving the red ranger back. Not caring about the pain, Andros was about to charge at him when he was caught from behind by someone much stronger than Alana.

"Who's this?" inquired a deep voice. "And what's Calan done this time?"

"This is our red ranger, but if he kills us all and walks away, I couldn't blame him."

"I was only gone for three days!"

"He took the time to put our unfinished plan into action, Blaze," Alana said. "This isn't worth it. The red ranger-"

"Stop talking about me!" Andros shouted. "I don't belong here. I don't belong with you. If Ashley's suffering because you want me here, then I'm leaving. Do you understand?"

"I'll let you go if you don't attack Calan again," Blaze said. Andros nodded, the desire to kill Calan vanishing completely, leaving only the pain of losing Ashley. He sank down into the chair again, his head in his hands. "Now... who's Ashley?"

Andros looked up to see a dark-skinned man who strongly resembled TJ staring down at him, dressed in black. "Who's Ashley?" Blaze repeated kindly.

"I love her," Andros whispered.

"She's their yellow ranger," Calan said. "She was with him when Killian and Arrow ambushed him. They were captured together."

"Where is she now?" Blaze demanded. "Calan..."

"Arrow took her," Andros choked out. "I tried to hold onto her, but when Killian started beating me, she made me let her go. She wanted to save me."

There was a moment of silence in which Calan spent glaring sullenly at Andros. "It's not like she's dead," he said finally. "You can get her back."

"Calan," Blaze said sternly, before Andros could react. "You and I need to have a talk. Now."

"I have somewhere else to be," Calan snapped, storming out of the room. "You and your righteousness can wait."

Blaze muttered something that Andros couldn't hear and went into the other room. Alana knelt down by Andros. "You'll get her back," she promised. "I'm so sorry, this wasn't supposed to happen at all."

"How do you know Arrow won't kill her?" Andros challenged.

Alana sighed heavily. "You're injured. Let me help you."

"He's going to kill her, isn't he?" Andros pressed. "Tell me. I want to know."

"He won't kill her," Alana assured him, as she searched for bandages.

"If I never see Ashley again, I will kill all three of them," Andros vowed.

"Don't say that," Alana said, sighing. "In our world, trust is a luxury that we cannot afford. Arrow has grown stronger. We are a team only because we each oppose him for our own reasons, not because we trust each other. Please, join us. Do it for Ashley."

Andros closed his eyes, wishing that there was another choice. There wasn't. He'd taken on Arrow alone before, and lost badly. There was no way he could do it again.

"I'll do it," he muttered, hating the blue ranger much more than he had ever hated the dark ranger.