Dug this untitled fic out of my LJ.
Another Day Done, Another Fight Due
Cam settled down on the chair in Ops after slipping into his new, Wind
Ninja style practice uniform. It was modeled after the others, he could
see, though he could see that his clothing incorporated the
starburst-like pattern of his Ranger uniform instead of the standard
emblems that the students of the Academy displayed.
He was finally a Ranger. A true, honest-to-goodness Lothor-fighting
Ranger. No longer was he the guy who repaired the stuff the Rangers
abused every day. This time the damage would be his fault as well.
But at least he belonged this time. At least he had teammates and…
well, he’d no longer be ignored as the annoying, sarcastic sensei’s
son. No, now he was a samurai, their sixth Ranger. He would train with
them, fight with them.
He just hoped they didn’t expect him to join them in their group
activities. Ranger teams, so Dustin told him, bonded close… but how was
he supposed to get along with a bunch of teens? Would he just get
absorbed into the group and not care one day?
Cam supposed he would. He probably wouldn’t have much of a choice. The
Winds had accepted the Thunders, more or less. At least he hadn’t ever
been an enemy on the battlefield.
The whole twenty-four or so hours had passed by in a daze. The Rangers
losing their Powers, nearly being beaten by Madtropolis, and his choice
to retrieve the amulet he now wore from the past. His return as Green
Samurai, the instinctive choice to morph and call the Samurai Star from
who-knew-where. And the Rangers getting their Powers back… and
accepting him as a teammate. And the hopefully forgotten turning into
the bug thing.
Lothor, the one formerly known as Kiya, being his uncle. His father may
have followed Ninja tradition, but it was a Samurai’s obligation to
acknowledge the family shame. To deal with those members of the family
who had forgotten honor. Cam’s mouth twisted. Lothor hadn’t forgotten
about his nephew, either, and Cam had no doubt that he’d be the center
of the Dark Ninja Master’s ire for quite some time.
He’d have to see what the morning brought. Hopefully there would be
time to work on the zords, look at the morphers, and keep Ops running
just as it had been. Hopefully the Ranger thing wouldn’t take up too
much of his life.
“Cam, are you going to bed, son?”
Tomorrow would be another day. “Yes, Dad.”
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