Title: New In Town

Author: Dingo

Disclaimer: I own nothing Power Rangers related except for a few DVDs and a few more videos. I remain a fan who has a large imagination and a vibrant daydream of Hunter squaring off against Adam. Of course, that daydream had them in boxer shorts and baby oil was involved, but the ratings don't allow me to go in to specifics.

Author's Note: I am sincerely sorry to everyone that has reviewed that I don't seem to update as frequently as anyone (including myself) would like. This chapter has been hanging around my harddrive for nearly three months, however it never seemed finished to the point I wanted to be at in chapter 9. And, my (deity), 140 reviews? People, that equals 17.5 reviews per chapter. Y0u lik3 m3, y0u r34lly r34lly lik3 m3!

Hunter moved strictly on autopilot.

If he didn't he would crack. He'd split right down the middle, his brain splitting and his sanity turning to nothing but dust and memory.

Already images of a Yellow Ranger lying broken flickered in the back of his mind – he didn't notice whether the figure had a skirt or not. He didn't notice if his mind had made them up on the spot or if he'd been remembering Dustin.

If the Rangers' attention hadn't been drawn by the initial shots that had cleared the area, it would be now. He fired once more at an old wooden swing. The left supports vaporised. It remained standing for a few seconds before slowly leaning over, gathering speed until it hit the earth with a resounding crash.

The Crimson Ranger surveyed the wreckage.

It looked like one of his moto jumps from back home.

A band of pain exploded around his stomach, forcing him backwards. He reflexively turned with the force, rolling back until he could spring to his feet again. Blinking tears from his eyes, the Crimson Ranger glared at his multi-coloured adversaries.

The Red Ranger lowered his blaster.

"Ouch," the Crimson Ranger growled.

He leapt into the air, intending to come down on the Red Ranger's shoulders.

He missed.

The Black Ranger had pushed the Red aside.

The Crimson Ranger narrowed his eyes under his helmet. If they wanted to play, they could play.

He called up his own Crimson Blaster and with five quick shots took down Pink, Yellow, White, Blue and Red.

Then he focused on Black.

There were very few things that made Cam truly scared. His father dying, the loss of any physical capabilities, and bugs.

That episode with the Stinger had freaked him out a little, okay?

But one thing that was rapidly climbing the list was an evil Hunter.

Or maybe that was just because he was witnessing it right now.

Hunter was pounding away at this reality's Black Ranger. Black-and-Blue Ranger, after Hunter was done with him. Cam winced as the figure in black was nonchalantly tossed into a tree, then upon stumbling back from the collision was met with a sick-looking uppercut to the back of the head. He went down immediately.

Irrationally he thought of Blake, and what he'd think if he knew his brother was evil again.

And then he criticised himself for jumping to conclusions, and raced down from his vantage point to assist Hunter – though it didn't seem as if he needed much help; he flung a limp Black Ranger towards his friends as they headed for a standoff. As soon as they had sufficiently beat back these Rangers, they could leave. And then Hunter could tell him where the hell he and Dustin…had…been…Cam's mind slowed as it finally dawned upon him what exactly was wrong with this picture.

Dustin was missing.

Nevertheless, he soared over the heads of his opposing Rangers to stand side by side with Hunter.

"The other one. Fantastic," one of the females muttered.

Hey, he couldn't tell their voices apart. They were wearing helmets, for the love of Pete.

Cam sent a glare to Hunter. He supposed that the impact of it must have been lost through his helmet visor, as Hunter looked back at him without movement.

"We have some serious talking to do," he muttered.

Hunter inclined his head a fraction, as if to say "After you".

Before Cam had even turned his head to face the front, Hunter blindsided him.

That probably wasn't supposed to happen, Billy thought.

The Green Ranger went down hard from the hexagonal shield that the dark red one held. He'd thrown it almost like a boomerang into the back of the neck, which had seemingly knocked the Green Ranger out. Without hesitation, he'd drawn his blaster, aiming it at Green's head. Green lay face down in the dirt, not moving.

No matter what, Rangers had promised to protect the innocent and the helpless. Maybe this Green Ranger didn't fit in the first category. But right now, he exemplified the second. Billy had been friends long enough with Kimberly to know she felt the same. They'd been Rangers long enough to know what to do about it.

The shot ended up hitting Green on the knee. Billy and Kim had shot across and grabbed Green, dragging him along the ground and out of the direct line of fire. The shot had missed his head and instead brushed his leg.

To distract Crimson enough to get Kim, Billy and Green out of there, Tommy and Rocky had launched themselves into the air, using their weight and momentum to force Crimson back and away from Green. Crimson stumbled back, sparks flying off his chest from the force of their kicks.

Aisha joined the fray, managing to tie up Crimson enough in a flurry of punches and kicks long enough so Rocky could take in the rest of the makeshift battleground. Tommy, Aisha and himself were circling the Crimson Ranger. Adam was slowly recouping far enough away to be safe and yet able to rejoin the fight when he felt better. Green was near him, still motionless. Kim was performing her makeshift nursing duties on both Adam and Green. And Billy was standing defensively in front of the infirm squad.

A scream of pain made Rocky whip his head around to the melee in front.

The Crimson Ranger's left arm was hanging limp from his shoulder. Aisha landed with no small amount of grace from her flying attack, knocking the weapon out of the evil Ranger's hand. His blaster was now lying a few feet in front of Tommy, who gingerly kicked it out of their circle. Rocky could hear the Crimson Ranger's breathing, irregular and trembling. The remaining Rangers fit for fighting had backed off to a reasonable distance. Crimson looked around wildly for an escape route.

As he stepped to the side, Rocky had made sure there was none.

Accepting the conclusion he came to, the Crimson Ranger glared down at his useless arm.

"Damn it."

With a violent twist and a muffled scream, the Crimson Ranger popped his shoulder back into place.

Rocky had to blink in sympathy. One of his old sparring partners had dislocated a shoulder and had been in agony for months. Before it had been set, it couldn't be touched without fair amounts of morphine.

Staring at his now next-to-useless arm, the Crimson Ranger let out another muffled cry, using his good arm to move his left into a protective position over his chest. He let out a whimper, doubling over for a moment before rising again. Rough and unsteady breaths punctuated the next few moments before the Ranger looked up at the circle around him, and then to the remaining Rangers away from the fight – Kim, Billy, Adam and the one in green.

"Hunter."

The voice wasn't one that Rocky could identify.

"Cam," the Crimson Ranger returned, no small note of pain in his voice.

The Green Ranger stumbled forward, a gloved hand holding the back of his head.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The Crimson Ranger shrugged his right shoulder. His left arm was still held protectively to his chest. "What I have to."

Moving forward slowly, the Green Ranger came closer to his former ally than Rocky, the 'stupid daredevil' himself, would have risked.

"Where's Dustin, Hunter?"

Rocky believed the question came from Green, but the question had been said so softly that he couldn't identify the voice.

He heard a shift from behind him. He was willing to bet it came from Adam – he wouldn't have been the only one to recognise the name.

Crimson lifted his good arm and pointed at the Green Ranger. "That would be the question."

A flash of red lightning later, the Crimson Ranger was gone.

"Okay. So what the heck just happened here?" Kim snapped, her last thread of patience disintegrating as she assisted Adam to his feet.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" Tommy demanded of the figure in green.

The Green Ranger sighed.

Cam mentally calculated the risk of demorphing. It'd prove that he was serious about being on the side of good. Then again, it'd identify him, and if it came down to it he'd lose the element of surprise.

The last reason was weaker than he thought it would be. After what had just happened, he was willing to wager that he wouldn't be fighting against these Rangers any time soon. Hunter had seemingly defected (seemingly, ha – it wasn't everyday that Hunter would blindsided him and knock him out) and now these Rangers were the only things he was even close to certain about in this universe. They protected civilians, and Hunter had provoked the fight. In his definitions for good and evil, those were his main points.

Deciding to take the risk, he glanced around for civilians. Nothing like outing yourself to a few busybodies too enthralled with the beauty of the park to have made their way to a safe place during what had obviously been a hell of a fight between good and evil.

Having visually cleared the area, Cam deactivated his morpher.

Splinters of green flew off him as he revealed his identity. There was no reaction from the Pink Ranger – she was the only one to not react.

"You!" the White and Blue Rangers said at nearly the same moment.

The Red Ranger shifted slightly, although whether from the shock of Cam's demorph or not he couldn't tell.

The Yellow Ranger lightly slapped the Black Ranger on the shoulder as if to draw his attention, careful not to injure him further. "You're the guy who works for Ernie."

Cam rolled his eyes. He'd exposed himself to the damn world here, demorphed in front of whoever was controlling Hunter and whoever was in charge of this Ranger team, and they had yet to return the courtesy of showing their faces.

"Look," he said impatiently. "Obviously you know who I am, and where I'll be. I'm closing up for Ernie tonight – I'll meet you out the back at nine o'clock." He glanced at the place where Hunter had disappeared. "I need to get back."

Without waiting for an answer, Cam jogged up the hill towards the Youth Centre and was out of sight in a moment.

In a silent arrangement, the remaining six Rangers demorphed. "Adam, go with Kim to the Command Centre – you need to get checked out by Alpha. The rest of us need to keep an eye on this guy."

As Adam and Kim fizzled away in streaks of colour, Rocky leaned in towards Billy.

"Next time there's a new evil Ranger, we suspect the new guy in town."