A/N: I went a little AU on this one; I couldn't see Lothor just letting Zurgane use some alien in a plot without knowing something about it. Also, I'm writing this as Hunter not knowing Blake's plan until after.

Discliamer: Nope, don't own the Power Rangers, although I do have a $300 lotto ticket.


Hunter grunted as he followed Blake into their quarters, "That was a waste of time," he said as the door slid shut, "Power down."

"Power down," Blake said, "They probably hadn't even finished their second year. But we got the Zords, and that was what we wanted."

Hunter nodded, "This isn't even going to be a challenge, if we can find their base." He changed from his Ninja uniform into street clothes and threw himself down on the bed, "Rushing back for help threw them off, though. Even if they had suspected us, our running to help the 'Power Rangers' wasn't what they thought we would do."

"We'll still have to be careful," Blake said, "especially since Tori and Shane is far more perceptive than we thought."

Hunter snorted, "In his own way, I think Dustin might figure us out first."

Blake gave him a look, "Dustin? He's thicker than two planks."

Hunter shook his head, reaching for his bag with racing gear, "I don't know where you come up with this stuff. I'm going to the track."

"Hunter, wait," Blake said, sensing that he might have misread his brother's attitude. "We should use Tori to get in. She- she likes me."

"You like her too," Hunter replied, "you shouldn't do that; it isn't conducive to a healthy relationship."

"Hunter," Blake said, "she's a Wind Ranger, she's protecting the man, or guinea pig, who murdered our parents. My feelings for her as a pretty girl don't matter. What matters is that we get Watanabe."

Hunter clenched his fist, "I don't think it's a good idea, Blake. We'll figure out a better way, right now, I need to ride." He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed down to the track.

Blake shook his head, Hunter was too careful. He hadn't been as close to their parents, and for him the quest wasn't as personal. Blake wanted Watanabe, and he was willing to do anything to get him. Blake sat down at the desk in the room and considered his options, as he stared at the notes they'd made on the Rangers, Hunter's teasing about Tori earlier rankled him. He stood up and pulled on his bike gear, he'd feel better if he rode some. "Thunder Storm, Ranger Form," he muttered, planning on cutting through the ship, and obeying the request to stay morphed. He wanted to see if Lothor had anything on the boil that could be used to his own ends.

He paused outside the bridge, however, when Zurgane's voice reached him. Zurgane was talking about a new monster, and Blake grinned, especially when he heard about the alien. He triggered the teleportation with a thought, and grabbed his bike from its storage place before heading out to the beach. Seeing Tori preparing to face off against the monster, he demorphed. When Tori didn't morph, he felt a strange clenching of his heart, and he made up his mind, it was a chance to break through her defenses, and to find the base. He shot his bike down and cut between her and the alien, using his riding skills to distract the monster. As he'd suspected, Tori refused to run, but when she attacked the monster for going after him, he knew that he had her. Now all he had to do was get hurt, and he thanked Zurgane for sharing the secret of the politrons with him. He started his bike and leapt as Amphibidor released the politrons.

Of course, Zurgane's explanation to Lothor failed to describe how painful such a hit would be. He didn't have to feign unconsciousness at first, but he woke up when the geeky tech guy pulled the leeches off. And as Cam reflected on the doom of man, Blake made a mental note that he did agree, especially when Tori really wanted something. Blake watched her discreetly as she went to get their morphers, but continued to feign unconsciousness until they had put him back in the van. He acted as if he didn't understand what had happened, and a stunted feeling of pleasure trickled through him, a feeling not even Hunter's presence could squash.