Title: New In Town

Author: Dingo

Summary: Lothor decides to split up the team. As a result, three Rangers are sent back in time – to 1995 – and hundreds of miles away – to Angel Grove.

Timeline: Just after The Wild Wipeout, just after Stop the Hate Master.

Disclaimer: If you recognise it, I don't own it. I would like to own everything though, but then Power Rangers wouldn't be rated G/PG.

Warning: there is slash in here. If you don't know what that is, it is a homosexual relationship. To be precise, two. Possibly three, I haven't thought ahead quite that far.

Pairings as determined by me: Adam/Rocky, Hunter/Dustin, Cam/?

Note: Fanfiction.net is screwing up my formatting – apologies. It may or may not come out right.






   Hunter yawned again as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. "Remind me again why we couldn't sleep for another few hours?"

   " 'Cause I was getting bored," Dustin grinned.

   Cam rolled his eyes. "God forbid."

   Dustin simply stuck his tongue out before bouncing even further ahead. Mindless of any people around, he twirled around and around until Cam and Hunter caught up.

   "I can't hit him, he's got a concussion," Hunter started chanting.

   Dustin only grinned mischievously before wriggling his way into Hunter's side. "It's cold, dude," he explained when he received a look from Cam. The Green Ranger just shook his head and decided to leave the two lovebirds alone – if only for the fact that they had the money. They had left what little stuff they had back at the hotel, and were now searching the town for anything remotely resembling work, as they only had enough money for another two nights at the hotel, assuming that they could live on what little food Cam's futuristic money would get them. That was a big assumption.

   "Hold up," he said suddenly. Hunter and Dustin both stopped, both wearing near-identical bemused expressions.

   Cam changed course to stand in front of an electronics store. Dustin suddenly changed expressions from bemused to understanding. "Dude, yeah it'd be great if you got work here, but like-"

   "The TV, Dustin, not the store," Cam corrected impatiently.

   Dustin's eyes grew wide. "Oh, dude!"

   Hunter's eyes in turn narrowed. "We check it out?" he asked abruptly.

   "That's what we do, ain't it?" Dustin shrugged.

   "Let's go," Cam ordered.

   Moments later, only three distant figures running gave any clue of former spectators. Not even many more seconds later, there was nothing but a few sparks of light bouncing around to indicate anything or anyone being present.

   The screen continued to show the Power Rangers fighting the monster of the day.



   Hunter and Cam stared down from where they were standing; a hill, conveniently placed maybe a hundred or so yards from the Rangers' fight.

   Dustin was crouching a few feet away. He was staring intently as the six distant figures danced around, occasionally darting in to attack a larger figure before jumping back.

   The Crimson Thunder Ranger stepped back a little in shock as the black figure disappeared into the ground. "They know your Earth Ninja skills?" Hunter asked in disbelief.

   Dustin stood, walking back several paces until he stood next to Cam and Hunter. "They're not like mine, dudes," he noted. When he got two confused looks he pointed. "See? He just…like, disappears into the ground. There's a bang when I do it." He whistled as the red-cloaked figure sprang up a nearby tree before jumping onto the monster.

   Cam had been quiet, silently checking out and evaluating six different fighting styles, six lots of strengths and six lots of weaknesses. Hunter turned to him then. "So what's the prognosis, Doogie Howser?"

   "Ha," Cam said dryly. "They're good. Most very good."

   Hunter nodded. "Even I know that." He cocked his head to his other side. "Even Dustin knows that."

   He folded to the ground, holding his midsection. "Ow!"

   Dustin shook out his arm and elbow. "Ditto."

   Hunter groaned and fell to a kneel, mocking pain. "Ouch, dude, very ouch."

   Cam just rolled his eyes and turned back to the seven beings fighting. "Can't you go two days without hurting each other?"

   "Nope," Dustin smiled, helping Hunter back to his feet. "You okay, man?"

   "Never better," Hunter smiled back, grabbing for Dustin's ribs.

   "No! Not the ribs! Anything but the ribs!" Dustin protested before he was nearly screeching.

   Cam rolled his eyes again and stepped away from the tickle fight that was now raging beside him. "Juvenile," he muttered, scrutinising the fact that the six figures had managed to defeat the ugly-looking thing. "Guys!" he warned.

   Dustin popped up, the fight evident in his now-dirty hair and ruffled demeanour. The Samurai Ranger took one look at him and shook his head. Dustin even managed to make their training uniform look untidy. The Yellow Ranger drew Hunter up into a quick kiss.

   "PDA!" Cam groaned, covering his eyes.

   Hunter gave him a suspicious look. "Now I know you're really CyberCam."

   "Uh, guys?" Dustin managed, looking over Hunter's shoulder. "Six, twelve o'clock."

   With one glance, all three Rangers took in the six figures coming towards them.

   "No confrontation yet," Hunter said sharply. When both Cam and Dustin looked at him strangely he shrugged sheepishly. "You learn a lot being an evil Ranger, dudes."

   "Don't call me dude, Hunter," Cam muttered as they all turned.



   Rocky whooped as the monster of the day – nicknamed 'Stupid' by both Billy and Kim – exploded into a momentary shower of fireworks. He had always wondered why they did that; though Billy had explained it once. Something about sodium and random water molecules plus some other gas he couldn't pronounce. Or something. It was rare that the monsters actually got defeated in their current state, Rocky reflected as he glanced down at his red cloth suit, but it wasn't exactly unheard of. Maybe Rita was having an off day.

   He turned, about to demorph, when he noticed something strange about a distant hill. Rocky squinted, throwing an arm out to the nearest person. That person just happened to be Tommy, who threw him a sharp glance through the hood of his Ninjetti suit.

   "What?" Tommy asked.

   Rocky noticed Aisha about to demorph and moved quickly to explain. "Guys watching us," he nodded.

   Billy stared, Ninjetti senses already zeroing in on the hill. "Three, all male…I think," he reported. His eyes creased. "Something's blocking my sight." He turned to Tommy. "That's impossible without Ranger technology."

   "We check 'em out?" Kim asked chirpily. Rocky felt like smacking her; even _his_ adrenaline rush was wearing off.

   "Yeah we check them out," Tommy agreed. They started picking their way through the trees and rougher scrub of the hill.

   "They're on the move," Billy said sharply.

   "Circle them!" Tommy ordered quickly. Immediately the six split up.



   Hunter hesitated midstep. Cam sent him a curious look, but also halted in his tracks.

   "What's the matter, Hunt?"

   The Crimson Ranger frowned, lightly turning on his heel a few degrees. "Just…" he trailed.

   He suddenly leapt forward to grab something and roll.

   That 'something' turned out to be a white-draped figure, who rolled out of Hunter's grip and twisted into a defensive stance.

   "So much for no confrontation!" Dustin deadpanned, dropping easily to present a smaller target.

   Hunter quickly surveyed the man in front of him. Big, quick, light on his feet. "What the heck do you want?" the white figure demanded.

   Hunter's hackles rose. He didn't like demands. "To be left alone!"

   "Not gonna happen!" the white yelled out. "We're not gonna let you destroy the city!"

   The Crimson Ranger blinked. "Alrighty. Haven't heard that one in a while."

   Hunter felt something fizzle into existence near his left side, and he sprang back just as a bright-coloured missile flew at him. "Oh geez," he muttered. "Next time we streak out," he called back to Cam and Dustin.

   "Agreed," Dustin called back. "Um, could we offer a truce?"

   Cam surveyed the six now circling them. "I doubt it."

   "Back off!" Hunter roared at the ever-closing circle of people.

   "Babe, that didn't work with dead ninjas," Dustin pointed out. "Why would it work here?"

   The six circled them hungrily, like vultures stalking a body.

   "No offence dude, but this is _so_ déjà vu," Dustin confessed to Hunter in a low whisper as the three stood in a rough defensive circle.

   Hunter's face was tense as he surveyed the two remaining in his sight. His eyes instinctively wanted to skip over their faces, but he forced himself to stare into the space between headscarf and facecloth.

   He saw…nothing.

   Not like nothing-nothing, just a sense that something was there, he just wasn't seeing it. Like what had been on the other Thunder Ninjas' faces before he had met them back at the Academy.

   "Why don't they have any eyes?" Dustin muttered uneasily as he turned to keep the red and black ones in his gaze.

   Hunter beat Cam to the answer. "Unless they power down in front of us or tell us their names, we can't see their faces. It's a ninja skill, Dustin."

   Cam added, "It works with us too." He briefly patted his training suit. "They can see the suits, and probably your hair colour, but you're just a shifting face."

   "Spooky, man," Dustin muttered. "I'm a shifting face."

   There was a few moments of tense silence before, as if on cue, all six leapt forward – white and yellow going for Hunter, pink and red lunging at Dustin, and Cam just missed getting a limb removed by the black and blue. 


   Hunter was very annoyed. If it wasn't bad enough that he was accused of being evil, these two were attempting tricks learnt on nearly his first day at the academy. He had to duck quickly as a kick whistled over his head before throwing himself backward as the woman aimed a knee somewhere near his head. But no, he wasn't questioning their fighting styles, not at all. They were friggin' good.

   He again had to throw his body backwards as the man launched a spin kick to his head. Oh yeah – they were good.



   Dustin smiled quickly again as the one in pink flew at him. He only laughed in her face as he disappeared into the ground, a loud _crack_ serving to draw attention to where he was – a point that favoured Hunter and Cam heavily.

   He waited in the warm cocoon of the earth for a few seconds before he reached up and out of the ground and grabbed her ankle. She went down hard and he materialized again in front of the red figure. He had barely enough to time to block a kick and send one of his own before he flung himself back into the earth with a bang.



   Cam had to admit it – he was enjoying this. There was rarely any real hand-to-hand combat with any of Lothor's goons. In fact the last good spar he had had outside of the other Rangers was with his father – literally near twenty years ago.  He grunted as he deflected a blow that would have gotten a kill point in any major competition. The guy hissed at him slightly as they stared face-to-face. "Why don't you ever learn?" the guy muttered.

   Cam slipped himself neatly between him and the other man coming in to attack. "We don't learn what, exactly?" he asked rhetorically, using his leverage to push Talkative Guy into Other Fighting Guy.

   "That evil never pays!"

   Cam got slammed to the ground as he froze in disbelief.



   Dustin and Hunter both stopped immediately when they heard Cam. "Thunder and Wind Rangers! Regroup!"

   Hunter flipped back over himself several times and landed just to the side of Cam. Dustin was unlucky, and was intercepted just before he reached them both. He was slammed hard into a nearby tree, and he cried out loud in pain as his head connected with the unforgiving trunk. Hunter reacted on instinct, and launched himself at the unfortunate person who had ambushed Dustin – who just happened to be the white one.

   "Let him go," Hunter growled.

   The white man had no choice, being that if he had refused Hunter the two hands clasped around his throat would have tightened and he would have stood a likely chance of suffocating to death.

   Dustin stumbled over to Cam's side. "You okay, Dust?" Cam asked softly, still staring at the opposing figures. And Hunter.

   The Yellow Ranger stood shakily. "I'm fine," he muttered. "As long as I don't have fur, I'm fine."

   "Crimson!" Cam yelled. Dustin was confused for an instant before he remembered the conversation earlier – for sake of saving their identity, Hunter's real name couldn't be used.

   Hunter slowly released the chokehold he had on White, but pinned him with a hard stare. In less than a second he had flipped back, missing a collision between White's chin and his foot by an inch. He came down at Dustin's side, and immediately starting checking him out again.

   "I'm fine, love," Dustin said, pushing Hunter's hand away weakly.

   Hunter's eyes widened. "Say that again."

   "Say what, love?"

   Hunter turned to Cam. "He's fucked again."

   Cam winced. "I don't want to know the particulars of your relationship."

   "No, I mean that son of a mother fucker just made Dustin's concussion worse."

   Cam swore under his breath. In some faraway place in his mind, Dustin smiled at the fact that a little head injury could get the two of them so riled up that they would swear. And all over little ol' him. He felt all kinds of special.

   Dustin stumbled again, and Hunter just barely caught him and was able to lower him to the ground. Dustin smiled at him feebly as they both kneeled. Cam stepped in front of them, offering the couple both privacy and protection.

   "I's funny," Dustin mumbled. "When I get banged up I feel like dancing around you with flowers and racing Cam on his computer. Feels like I should be dumber or sumt'in."

   Hunter worriedly stroked the curls out of Dustin's face, not knowing what to do.

   "Calm down, love," Dustin grinned. "You act like 'm dying."

   The Crimson Ranger checked Dustin's eyes again. Dustin blinked a few times, trying to focus in on Hunter's face. He raised a hand and ran it down the side of Hunter's cheek.

   "Don't say anything even resembling you dying," Hunter scolded softly.

   Dustin chuckled, before clasping Hunter's hand. "Help me up," he said softly. He barred the protests from Hunter in a second as he flicked a finger over his lips. "Stay strong in front of the enemy, remember?"

   "I never taught you that."

   Dustin shrugged as he was levered to his feet. "Maybe that was Blake."

   "No, that was me," Cam sighed beside them. Hunter glanced over at him for the first time.

   The Yellow Wind Ranger blinked at the five figures in front of him. They all seemed a little uncertain, like they didn't want to attack while Dustin was down.

   "Honor among the wicked," Cam mumbled.

   Hunter guided Dustin's hand to Cam's shoulder which he used for support. He abruptly started to walk forward until he was nose-to-nose with the white figure.

   Mindless of the five other opposing figures, Hunter didn't back down. "You hurt him."

   The man in white said nothing, only glanced over Hunter's shoulder to take in the picture that Dustin and Cam made.

   "The next time we meet, I will rip your eyelids from your head. I will remove your ability to one day have children if you even think about touching him again." Hunter stepped even closer until his mouth was next to White's ear. "I will make you feel so much pain you will beg me to kill you before I even get halfway done with you."

   "We'll stop you," a quiet female voice said.

   Hunter's gaze only flickered to the pink figure before he looked back at White. "You'll try," he allowed.

   "Enough, Crimson," Cam's voice said quietly. "Yellow needs you."

   Hunter shared one last look with White before turning and walking back to Dustin and Cam. "You okay?" he asked then, directing his question to Cam.

   "I'm fine."

   Dustin leaned his head against Hunter's shoulder. "Can we go now, please?" he asked, sounding like a little boy.

   Hunter smiled down at him reassuringly. "Sure thing."

   Cam was left to growl in the wake of their combined Ninja Streak. He turned and started walking, his ranting even heard by the other Ranger team. "Just had to be them, didn't it? Two annoyingly romantic goofs that stuff things up by brooding too much and playing around too long. Maybe it'll just be me going back, get back to Dad and the others-"

   At that point he flickered away in green light.

   The team could only blink.