Disclaimer: Last Night, I dreamed that I wound up in an alternate dimension, there were Power Rangers. Then my alarm went off and I no longer knew them. Since all I have until Friday is a buck seventy-five, I don't think I own them either.

A/N: Again, this is a short one, I had to fight my muse to make it longer than the first. I guess I'll just have to build on making them longer. Sorry if that offends anyone, but that's the way the cookie crumbles.

Blake paced restlessly in the room he shared with his older brother, "Aw, he's going to be so mad," Blake murmured, rubbing his shoulder.

"Why would I be mad?"

Blake spun, "Hunter, it was an accident, I swear!" He said defensively.

"What? Are you ok?" Hunter demanded.

Blake blinked, "I-I, my bike wouldn't work, and I needed to practice and I didn't know where you were, so I, uh, I borrowed yours and there was some gravel and an idiot in a hurry. I'm so sorry, Hunter, I didn't think anything would happen!"

"Are you ok?" Hunter repeated.

"I hit my shoulder," Blake replied, "but your bike…"

"I'm not worried about my bike, Blake. My bike can be fixed, or replaced. You're the only brother I have." Hunter said, he pulled their first aid kit out from under his bed, "Let's look at your shoulder, then at the bikes. I wanted a new paint job anyway."

Blake smiled as he sat down on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a nasty bruise on the front of his shoulder. "I am sorry, Hunter."

"Blake, if you don't shut up, I will hurt you," Hunter said calmly as he rubbed an alcohol wipe over his brother's shoulder. "I told you, I'm not upset about the bike. I wrecked yours once too, remember?"

Blake paused, "Oh, right, I'd forgotten about that."

"You swore to be mad at me forever," Hunter replied, rubbing liniment into his brother's shoulder. "You wouldn't even talk to me for a week."

"That bully, Sean," Blake nodded. "You taught me how to kick his butt without using my Ninja skills."

"Yeah," Hunter replied. "Now, put your shirt on and let's go check out the bikes." Blake pulled his navy blue shirt back on and followed his brother back out to the work shop where Sensei Omino had told them to keep their motocross gear. Blake's bike was sitting in its place, with a dent on the front fender. Hunter looked at Blake, "I told you it wouldn't work," he said, amused.

Blake flushed, "Had to try something."

Then Hunter looked at his own bike, one tire was bent, the side was scratched and dented, and he could tell the engine would need an overhaul of sorts. "Damn," he said, "You said bad, I was thinking pieces every where. We can fix this, no problem." He slung his arm around his brother, "Let's look at yours first, that way, we have a bike for practice until mine is up and running."

"Ok," Blake said, he shrugged his brother's arm off and went for his toolkit.

"And Blake," Hunter said as he went for his own. "I'd be careful sleeping tonight."

A ringing clatter was the answer to Hunter's soft threat.