A/N: I couldn't resist, I swear. Those two together just scream 'CHAOS' to me. I also couldn't resist the little bit at the end. Can't give it away, but doesn't it seem like something that would happen to my secret cameo?

WARNING: There are swear words here, at least two.

Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers Ninja Storm, or any other Power Rangers related stuff.


What would later be referred to as The Date from Hell started out fairly well. Having dealt with the 'monster of the week' from Lothor; Hunter dressed in a pair of black jeans and a button down crimson shirt, took care of his hair and drove his pick-up up the back roads that led to the Academy. Cam was waiting, looking dressy-casual in a pair of khakis and a dark green shirt. As Cam got in, Hunter grinned in appreciation. After all, it wasn't every day Hunter got to see Cam dressed to impress. "What?" Cam demanded.

"Nothing," Hunter said, starting the truck and turning around. "What did Tori say to make you agree to this, by the way?"

Cam shrugged, "She went to Dad, and implied it was a group thing."

"She fought dirty you mean," Hunter replied. "Blake played the baby bro card on me, it's even worse than going to your dad."

"Really, how do you figure?" Cam asked.

"You didn't have to see Blake do the teary puppy eyes." Hunter grunted.

Cam, wisely, didn't pursue that statement. "So, where are we going, anyway?"

"Steak House," Hunter replied. "Dustin got a pair of fifty dollar gift cards. They're in my wallet."

Silence filled the truck as Hunter drove, not really uncomfortable, but not the norm for Hunter, especially with his friends. When they reached the Steak House, they found it to be quiet, not as crowded as it would have been without a monster attack. It was easy to get a booth that was a little isolated. In fact, the nearest people were in the booth across from them, a father and son who both seemed to be in their own little worlds. The father was on a cell phone, talking quietly, and the boy, or young teen, was reading a novel.

After they ordered, Hunter found himself watching the kid, who was slipping his green beans into his backpack every time his dad looked away. "So," Cam said, "what are your hobbies, besides martial arts and motocross."

Hunter flushed, "I, uh, well, I like to read, classic sci-fi mostly."

"There's nothing wrong with reading," Cam said.

"You read computer manuals, it is part of your job," Hunter pointed out, "outside of motocross magazines and Zen quotations; there is little reading required in my life."

"There's nothing wrong with reading in any form," Cam replied. "I take it you don't want the Winds to know?"

"No," Hunter replied. "Thank you."

The last was to their server who delivered their food smoothly and vanished. "What?"

Hunter and Cam jumped, their eyes going to the father and son pair across the way. "Dad, I'm sorry," the kid was saying, "I didn't think-"

"Mack, did you have to bring that thing?"

"I thought we were going home," the kid said, "I was gonna have Spencer help me build a cage for him. I didn't know you have to stop here or that we were gonna eat out."

A server hurried over to the table, and Hunter shook his head, "Kids," he muttered, "I do not want any, ever."

"Me either," Cam agreed.

Something brushed against Hunter's leg, Hunter looked up; "Did you just kick me?" He asked.

"No," Cam said, looking confused. "Why would I do that?"

"Something just touched my leg…" Hunter began, his eyes going over to the other table.

"A ferret?" The server said.

Hunter closed his eyes, praying that he would not see a little fuzzy animal under his table. Then he looked, in time to see a fuzzy behind running out from under the table. "Shit," he growled and looked at Cam, "There's a ferret running lose in this restaurant. He was under our table."

Cam swallowed and shifted, "I hate rodents." Hunter shook his head and looked for the ferret, but cries of startled panic told him that someone else had seen it. Hunter turned around and stared. The ferret had tripped up a waiter, who had fallen into another waiter and their trays had gone flying. What concerned Hunter was that one waiter had been carrying some flaming dessert, and the other had been carrying alcohol. The flames from the dessert were flying along the trails of spilled alcohol. "Cam, go!" Hunter ordered, he shoved himself out of the booth and dove for the waiters. He shoved them away from the fire as they stared at it, as if unable to comprehend the mayhem that they had caused, "Get out of here," he told them, shoving harder. The pair ran, shoved from frozen shock to moving shock. At least they were going in the right direction. Hunter coughed and squinted at the flames, which were racing every where fueled by spilled alcohol and highly flammable fabrics. Hunter turned to go, and spotted the ferret on a table. Not wanting to leave anything, even a trouble causing ferret, to the flames, he lunged and grabbed it. It chattered at him, but his experience with ferrets, having had one once; kept him from getting bit.

Ferret in hand, Hunter looked up to find himself surrounded by the flames, and he wondered why the fire sprinklers hadn't cut in yet. A hissing noise preceded the arrival of white smoke, Hunter saw Cam, with a fire extinguisher in his hands, "Hunter, come on!"

Hunter charged through the clear path, ferret cradled in his hands. "I thought I told you to run," Hunter said.

"You aren't the only one with a hero complex," Cam muttered.

"Never mind," Hunter said, "let's get out of here."

Two firefighters arrived as they turned towards the entrance, "We need to get you out of here," one said.

"No shit," Hunter muttered, cradling the ferret. The firefighters escorted them out of the building while others raced in with hoses to combat the fire. Hunter looked back, and saw the flames were roaring gleefully over a beverage cart and racing for the bar.

Outside, patrons and workers were milling about, and the cops were talking to the dad whose kid had brought the ferret. The kid was staring; horrified at the mess he'd created. Hunter shrugged off the hands that fell on him and walked over to the kid, "Next time," Hunter said, "Try carrots." He smirked and handed the kid the ferret.

"Thanks," the kid said, "I'm Mack."

"Hunter," Hunter grinned, "and thanks, by the way. This day would have been a hell of a lot worse if we had actually finished the meal."

The dad turned, and saw Hunter and his son, with the ferret, "Where did that come from?" He demanded.

Hunter looked at him, "I rescued it," he said bluntly. "Among other things; no kid should lose his pet like that."

The man relaxed, "Thank you, I'm Andrew Hartford, and this is my son, Mackenzie."

"Hunter Bradley," replied Hunter, shaking Hartford's hand. "This is my friend, Cameron Watanabe."

Cam also took Hartford's hand, "Pleasure, Mr. Hartford."

Hunter glanced at the restaurant, "Well, I know a good fast food joint down the road, Cam. Are you hungry?"

"Here," Hartford took out his wallet and pulled out some cash, "This is our fault. Let me pay for your dinner."

Hunter hesitated, but Cam reached forward, "Thank you, but don't worry about it. We've had worse things than a ferret interrupt meals." Taking the money, he nudged Hunter, "Thank the man, Bradley and let's go."

"Thank you," Hunter managed, pausing to glare at Cam.

"You two have a good evening," Hartford said, his hand dropping to Mack's shoulder.

Cam and Hunter nodded and turned to the policeman waiting to talk to them. It took them almost an hour to get away from the fire, but they found themselves a booth at a nearby fast food place and while they ate, Hunter smiled slyly, "So, how are we going to make them pay for this?"


A/N: Like I said, the whole Andrew & Mack thing was irresistable, I thought of putting Conner in there, but Conner doesn't strike me as owning a ferret.