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Disclaimer: All characters in this story belong to BVE and are borrowed without permission. No money was made with this story.

 

Thank you to Shayna, Kris and Angel for the encouraging comments, and a very big thank you to Rach for prodding, beta’ing and nit-picking. ;)

 

This story was inspired by the second team-up episode. I just couldn't resist seeing Jen and Wes sitting at the fire. ;)

 

 

Eternity

By Freespirit

 

I can’t believe she’s back. Fifteen months, two weeks, three days, five hours and 47 minutes ago she had to return to her time, not that I’ve been counting or anything. Though I knew chances were slim to none I never gave up hope of seeing her again, except for one moment.

 

The moment Trip told me that Jen was MIA.

 

The moment my heart was torn into a million pieces and my world was shattered. I went totally numb. Time stood still. A thousand thoughts ran through my head, from her just being out of reach with a malfunctioning communicator, to her suffering from amnesia or worse. They even haunted me in my dreams that night. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her lying in some dark corner badly hurt and calling out for me before she. . .

 

Never before in my life had I been so happy to hear my alarm clock go off, though it just woke me from sleep, and not from my nightmare.

 

Somehow I managed to push all thoughts about Jen and what could have happened to her into the farthest corner of my mind… until we faced the mutorgs, that is.

 

When I saw the Rangers being taken down one by one, I lost my self-control. Those… creatures had been messing with my home, my friends and maybe hurt or even killed the only woman I ever loved. My self-control vanished. And in a fight like this, with an enemy so much stronger, that’s very bad news.

 

Rage took control and made me careless. I fired a blast at the mutorgs, only to have it reflected back at me. The next thing I knew –besides being introduced to the mother of all pains- was that I was lying on my back with the mutorg standing above me, its sword raised high.

 

For a second, my whole life flashed by in front of my eyes… especially the moments with Jen - and I realized if I had to leave the world, this would be how I chose to go, with her being the last thing on my mind.

 

As I lay there like a bug on its back, I recalled the last time I saw Jen and how good it had felt to hold her in my arms. With that memory I prepared for the fatal blow… but it never came.

 

Instead, the mutant was hit by something. At first, I was baffled, until I noticed a cloaked figure standing high above us on a ledge. There was something strangely familiar about my lifesaver, but I couldn’t place it.

 

Until the figure pulled back the hood to reveal the face of the only woman who’ll ever own my heart.

 

Jen. My beautiful Jen. Alive.

 

My heart stopped beating for a moment. Suddenly I found myself remembering the first time we met. Now the tables been turned. She had saved me, and I was the one looking like he’d seen a ghost.

 

Everything around me vanished into a blur. All I could see and think of was her. When she jumped off that ledge, it was like an angel falling from the sky, and when she yelled at me, it was the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

 

On our way back to the Animarium, my thoughts began to settle a bit. A million questions I wanted to ask Jen popped up in my mind. The first thing I wanted to know was how long she’d been in 2002. When she told me she’d been here for a week without contacting me, for a second I felt the urge to strangle her… something that was quickly transferred to Princess Shayla when she interrupted us to announce a message from the future.

 

Now I’m sitting here with Jen in my arms, in front of a small fire. Carefully, I run my hand along her arm, enjoying the incredible feeling of her soft skin against mine. It sends a wonderful shiver down my spine. The glow of the fire is dancing in Jen’s hair, which faintly smells of peach. Apparently Jen took the chance to get a few bottles of her favorite shampoo from 2001. I can’t resist reaching out for a strand of her dark mane and playing with it. Feels almost softer than her skin.

 

For a moment my eyes wander from Jen up into the sky, to the stars. I close my eyes and say a silent thank you to whoever heard my prayers and wishes and brought her back to me safe and sound.

 

A shooting star falls from the sky. I make my wish, the same one I made fifteen months, two weeks, three days, five hours and 47 minutes ago, on a remote beach close to Silver Hills. And I have hope that this time it might come true.

 

Maybe I can change my destiny too.

 

Her words are ringing in my mind over and over again. And I pray they mean what I think they mean.

 

Jen’s shifting in my arms. Her breathing told me a while ago that she’d fallen asleep. Doesn’t surprise me. She’s been after the mutorgs God knows how long. Knowing her, she probably didn’t sleep very much.

 

I pick her up and lay her down on an empty cot. She is so beautiful when she sleeps. How many nights back in the clocktower did I spent just watching her sleep? I can’t remember, but I know none of them can compare to tonight.

 

Sitting down on the cot across from Jen’s, I feel how tired I really am. But I don’t want to sleep. I’m scared that I wake up in the morning and find her gone, this whole night being nothing more than a dream. But if it really is a dream… then I don’t ever want to wake up again.

 

I lay back, my eyes fixed on Jen. There are so many things I want to tell her, so many questions to be asked, and only God knows how much or little time we have. I don’t know if I could stand loosing her again. But I know one thing.

 

I love her. Always have; always will. Nothing will ever change that. If she has to leave again, I’d wait an eternity for her to return to me. And the memory of this night, of holding her in my arms will stay in my heart forever. Just like she does.

 

When I look around the camp, I can’t help but feel thankful that the mutorgs appeared, because it brought my friends back into my life. But most important, it brought Jen back to me.

 

The end


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