Having Faith

By

Nicole

Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers I'm just borrowing them for this story. I own the plot and the characters that don't exist.

Summary: She struggles to go on with her life.

Having Faith

Chapter 1: Don't Go

Taylor sighed as she walked down the hall at the SGA, the light bouncing off the golden ring on her left hand as she continued her way down the hall, the familiar twists and turns to getting to his office. She let out a sigh as she knocked on the door. "Come in," he answered. Taylor came in and stood in front of her husband's desk. "Eric, they're ready," she informed.

"Right," he answered.

He stood up and put his Quantum Defender into it's holster on it's side. "You don't have to go," she commented.

"I know," he answered.

Taylor sighed as Eric gathered his things. "You're really determined to keep me off this mission," he commented.

"I just have a bad feeling," she answered.

Eric placed his hand on her face. "I've gone on missions like this before and I came back," he assured her. Taylor stared at him for a second.

"Then at least let me come with you," she insisted.

"Not this time," he answered.

Eric kissed her forehead. "I'll be home soon," he assured her. Taylor let out a frustrated sigh giving him the look she gave him five years ago when she was ticked off with a speeding ticket. Eric pulled on his hat and sunglasses before leaving. Taylor had her back turned towards the door and listened to the door closing. She kicked his desk, the anger showing on her face.

(Two Days Later)

Taylor sighed when Alyssa practically dragged her out of the car. "I told you I'm fine," she mumbled.

"Then why are you being so stubborn?" Alyssa asked.

"Because I hate doctors," she replied.

Alyssa sighed. "Taylor, you're twenty-six, start acting like it," Alyssa insisted. Taylor groaned as she got out of the car and they walked into the clinic.

Taylor was sitting on the table feeling so stupid. "This is ridiculous, Alyssa. I throw up once and you want to take me to a doctor," she told her.

"Taylor, you've been throwing up for two days," Alyssa pointed out.

"I've been under a lot of stress."

"Then the doctor will tell us if it's just stress."

Taylor started playing with her wedding ring and Alyssa placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure he's fine," she commented.

"Don't say that," Taylor mumbled.

"He is though."

"How do you know that?"

Taylor looked at Alyssa. "I told Eric time and time again that I didn't want him going out on this mission. I told him every night during the past two weeks that I didn't want him going on. I told him everyday that I had a bad feeling about this mission," she explained. Alyssa just listened to her. "If anything happens to him…" Taylor trailed off.

"Nothing's going to happen to him," Alyssa assured her.

Taylor was about to answer when the door opened and her doctor came in. "Hello, Taylor," she greeted.

"Hi, Dr. Henson. What did my test say?" Taylor asked.

Dr. Henson looked at Taylor's test results and nodded her head slowly. "Taylor…when was your last period?" She asked. Taylor looked at her confused.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Taylor asked.

"Well, according to your test results, you're a month pregnant," Dr. Henson replied.

Taylor sat there in shock. "Pregnant…are you sure?" She asked.

"Tests don't lie dear," she replied.

Taylor found herself placing her hand on her stomach. She was pregnant, she Taylor Myers was pregnant. Alyssa saw the look on Taylor's face and a smile came across hers. "Taylor, that's wonderful, congratulations," Alyssa stated. Taylor snapped out of her daydream.

"Yeah…yeah it is," she agreed quietly.

She looked at Dr. Henson. "Thank you," she told her. Dr. Henson nodded and watched as Taylor left the room.

Later that evening, Taylor was sitting in her and Eric's silent living room, her hand still sitting on her stomach. She hadn't taken her hand off her stomach since Dr. Henson told her she was pregnant. "Pregnant…" she murmured. She was still trying to believe it. A small smile came across her face when it finally sank in. Taylor remembered that she and Eric talked about having kids, but she never expected it actually happening. "Now it has," she whispered. She looked down at her still flat stomach and she placed both her hands there. Taylor jumped and gasped when the phone rang. She reached over and picked it up. "Hello?" She answered. She stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen.

"Taylor…it's Wes," the caller informed.

Taylor was getting a glass of lemonade that was in the fridge. "What's going on?" She asked. She could tell by the tone in Wes's voice that something was wrong.

"Taylor…I have some bad news," he informed.

Taylor stood up straight. "What?" She asked.

"It's Eric," he started.

"What about Eric?"

"I don't know what happened, everything just happened so fast…"
"What happened to Eric, Wes?"

Taylor felt like everything had fallen apart with Wes's next words. "Eric's gone…he disappeared. We have found no trace of him," Wes answered. The glass and phone slipped from Taylor's hands, falling to the floor, breaking the glass. She collapsed to the floor, her face white as paper, she was shaking, and the tears were showing in her eyes. "Taylor, are you there? Taylor," Wes called out. Taylor didn't bother to pick up the phone again, she just sat there on the kitchen floor, frozen. Her worse fear was realized, Eric was gone and she felt alone.