Authors note: This is somewhat a sequel to my last story 'I Walk Alone' It is not really important that you read it, as this story can be read separate from it. Only a few characters in this story are relevant to 'I Walk Alone' These characters will be explained within the story.

A cloaked figure has hid face hidden in the shadows in the dusk of night. The only light is the bright orange glow coming from the fire before him. He stands there listening to the crackling of the fire, as the cool breeze brushes against him causing his cloak to rustle against the wind. He is unbothered by the cold breeze, as if he isn't even aware of it. The cold is not of his concern, it does not matter.

After several long moments the cloaked figure pulled a book from his cloak. The book was old and worn. Part of the cover was missing and several page appeared to be ripped and torn. The book looked, as if it had been from hell and back and there and back again. The cloaked figure opened up the book, as his eyes glared down at the hand written pages. …For that moment time seemed to stand still.

What if you knew the future? What if you knew of a terrible tragedy that was forthcoming? One that the death toll was so astronomical, that it couldn't even be determined? A tragedy that it would take decades, centuries even, to recover from. What if you knew the exact date and time that linked it all together? Wouldn't you try to prevent this impending catastrophe from ever happening? Wipe it from history, rewriting what was already set in stone. Change destiny….

But changing destiny is not as simple as it sounds. Destiny isn't clear cut and something that can be bended to your will. It cannot be shaped. It cannot be manipulated. In cannot be controlled or contained…There are no guarantees. One destiny would not be the only one affected. We all effect destiny, not just our own.

You'd tell yourself that it would be for the greater good, preventing such a terrible tragedy. You'd be saving lives, futures, whole beginnings... Everything.

It wouldn't have to happen. It wouldn't have to come to pass. It never would have existed. Never be….

….At least that is what you'd like to believe, but sometimes things are not as simple, as we like them to be. You can't change something, without changing something else. One change will cause something to happen in its place. It may not happen right away, but over times that 'change' that counter-reaction, alteration will come into play. Every act, every change, cause's a chain-reaction and sometimes that result can be far worse then what was to be.

The cloaked figure tossed the book into the fire. Watching as the pages and the words withered away into the flames. No other soul would ever know the words that it held. They would be forever lost in the flames. Only one other knew the words it contained, they were his words and he has long been dead.

BANG! The cloaked figure looked up, as a heavy rain poured down on top of him drenching his cloak, but he didn't seem to mind. A heavy smog of smoke surrounded around the fire, as thunder roared loudly and lighting flashed into the night. The cloaked figured returned his concentration back to the fire, watching as the last few words embellished into the flames.

I only hope that the truth will not become death….

The cloaked figures eyes remained content his body unmoving until every single page; every word, every piece that ever was, was no more. The information it held was far too dangerous. It should never have been written. Never should have existed. It shouldn't have, allowed to be. Only after the book had been destroyed did he turn away and walked off into the night never to be seen again….

Some days later….

"Hey there sweetie," Jen smiled, as she knelt down before her husband Wes's grave on that Sunday afternoon, as she set down red and pink roses. They were the same roses she had been placing down for years. Years…

It seemed hard to believe that he had been gone for twenty one years, but it had been that long. He had been gone for over two decades and not a day had gone by that she didn't think of him. Wondering what their life would have been like if he hadn't been killed. Would he still be a ranger? Would he be fighting along side with their sons? Would they of had more children? Would he have liked being a grandfather to their grandson Ryan? She tried not to let these questions enter her mind, but some days she couldn't help it.

"The boys are doing well," she smiled faintly, grateful for the two sons he had given her, a gift she would treasure for the rest of her days. "I don't think it'll be long before they're both settled down. The Commander offered Sky the position of Commander; he's planning on leaving earth in a few years to become the Supreme Commander, after Birdy retires. I think he's going to take Cruger up on the offer, but he has a little while to think about it. Right now I think he's just enjoying being a father to his son." Sky had grown up a lot in the past several months, something that hadn't been easy, but he had taken it on head on and come out on top.

"Ally and him, have been seeing each other for a while now, it was a rocky start at first, but I think their bond to Ryan was what pulled them together. I think she's good for him, he needs a girl like her in his life." She may not have been the one he had planned on falling for, but sometimes the things we don't ever plan on our the best things that happen to us.

"…And then there is Griffin. He's the spitting image of you. He's kind, funny, and a bit childish-"

Unbeknown to her a young man in his late twenties-early-thirties stood a good distance away near some trees and larger grave stones watching her closely. He was handsome, well built, but there seemed to be this inner darkness about him. His dark eyes narrowed in on her in a stalking prey sort of way. Everything was on the line. He could end it all here and now. It was important that he accomplished what he had come to do, if he failed. I can't! ….He could not fail, that wasn't an option for him. "I cannot fail. It must be done!" He dug his hand into his jacket slowly pulling out a shiny gun, getting ready, finger wrapped around the trigger, his eyes remained fixed on the woman who was before him. He fingers were pressed against the trigger. It would all be over soon. One quick, point on shot and it would be done.

.It was then, in that mere moment of seconds that he realized the soft sweet singing from the birds and the whistling of the wind had vanished. It was quiet, too quiet, even for a commentary. Something's wrong! His heart began racing.

He started scanning the perimeter of commentary taking in all of its surroundings, He closed his eyes, as if he were trying to see with his ears, blocking out everything, trying to hear what he could not see. CLICK! "He's here!" his eyes snapped open. He would only have one shot to get this right, one false move and it all would have been for nothing. The young man started running towards the woman.

Jen smiled faintly, as she ran her hand over Wes's grave. His life has been cut too short, as he had left her behind to raise their two sons alone. He hadn't died in vain, many were alive today because of him, but that hadn't made losing him any easier. "I know that I should-"

"Get down!"

Jen had no time to react, as a young man not much older then her son Sky shoved her to the ground putting his whole body right on top of her. "What the hell do you think your doing!" she roared.

"No time, to explain!" he exclaimed. "We have got to get out of here, right now."

"Oh, you're going to explain alright," exclaimed Jen, as she shoved the man off of her. Seconds later, a shot blazed right passed her ear, then hitting Wes's grave stone and taking a chunk out of it. Her heart began racing, as she searched around for a shooter, but saw no one. "What the hell is going on?"

"I told you, we have to get out of here," he remarked harshly as he grabbed a hold of her wrist tightly and pulled her to her feet, as he started running as fast as he could, almost dragging her along in the process, as another shot went by, this time clipping him in the shoulder. He only grunted in pain, as he kept on moving, never looking back. He had to get her out of here and somewhere safe.

A shadow approached the grave stone where the two had been only moments ago. He watched, as the young man ran as fast as he could, pulling the woman along side of him towards her car. The shooter pointed his large blaster gun towards them, looking through the scope, he had a perfect shot. "You live for now," he said to himself, taking his finger off the trigger, as the young man shoved the woman into her car. "But mark my word the next time we meet you won't be so lucky. You will pay for your crimes." He watched, as the car sped off down the road disappearing into the distance.

"What the hell was all that back there?" exclaimed Jen, as she turned to the man that had practically taken her hostage.

"And I thought it was obvious," he remarked, as he came up to a red light forcing him to come to a stop. The last thing he needed was to drawl any attention to himself. He did a quick looking in the rear view mirror to make sure that the shooter hadn't followed him. They would be safe for now, but he knew that sooner or later he would be back. "I just saved your life. You should be thanking me," he turned to her.

"Thanking you?" she exclaimed. "For all I know it was you they were after, not me."

"Right," he smirked sarcastically, as the light turned green. "You were just an innocent bystander. No one would have any reason to use you as target practice, while you're visiting your husband's grave."

"And when did I say it was my husband's grave?"

"You didn't."

Jen didn't like his tone or attitude. "Who are you?" She demanded, as she looked him over. He wore dark pair of kaki pants along with a belt that contain a gun holster, a grey-blue shirt, a black leather jacket, and sunglasses. She knew he wasn't one of her Silver Guardians, nor one of Silver Hill Police Officer and she was fairly certain he was not SPD.

He remained silent, as he found a mall parking-lot full of cars. He pulled in and parked the car in-between a red truck and a blue minivan. The last thing he wanted was to be out in the open. He shut off the engine, as he turned to face Jen who hadn't taken her questioning eyes off of him. Questions he knew he was going to have to answer.

"You're not from around here are you?" Jen annouched, perhaps she had known the moment he had shoved her into her own car driving off, not seeming to care what direction they went into only that they got as far from the shooter as possible.

He turned to her questioningly. "And where do you think I'm from?"

"Don't play games with me, kid," she snarled. "It's obvious you know who I am, so why don't you cut the bullshit and tell me who you are and what's going on."

"Alright, we'll play it your way. …You're Jennifer Collins, before that Jennifer Scotts."

"Anyone that knows my works with Bio-Lab could tell you that."

"I'm sure they could," he smiled. "…But I bet they don't know that your from the year 3001, a Time Force Officer who was killed while trying to arrest three fugitives." He looked her right in the eyes, as if staring deep within her soul. "You look pretty good for someone that's supposed to be dead."

Jen felt a shiver go down her spine. The last thing she needed was her past coming back to haunt her. "Sorry, but I think you've got me confused with someone else."

"You can deny it all you want, but we both know that I'm right. You are the Jennifer Collins born in 2980 and believed to have died in 3001, or if we want to get technical in 2002, which is the year that you followed the mutorgs to."

There would be no lying, no trying to come up with a reasonable answer to get her out of this. He had down his homework. She had no choice, but to admit to him who she was. There was nothing she could say or do, to make him think otherwise. "Nice detective work Sherlock, so I didn't die on the mission like it says in my file. What are you going to do about it, take me back?" she demanded, as she crossed her arms against her chest darting her eyes right at him.

"I'll tell you right here and now I'm not going back." There would be hell to pay before anyone took her back, taking her away from her children and grandson. This was home. She couldn't leave, not now. Maybe if someone had shown up after Wes had died, maybe then things would have been different, but not now.

She had built a life her. Her children had built lives and they have no idea that their mother came from the future. She never told them for their own protection they could never know the truth about how they really came to be.

"Bringing you back was never part of the mission, as far as Time Force is concerned Jennifer Scotts, has been dead for thirty years,"

"But they did send you?"

"Sorry, that's classified."

Something just wasn't adding up here. His answer didn't seem all that convincing to the former Time Force officer. Jen knew there was no way Time Force would have sent an officer here on unofficial business. Time Travel was serious business; no one could just jump through time for the fun of it. There had to be a reason why he was here and she was determined to get to the bottom of it.

"Why are you here?"

"I already told you, it's classified."

"I'm Time Force, you have to tell me!" she exclaimed, as he eyes narrowed back at him.

"No, you were Time Force, now you just a civilian …and then there is that little fact that Jennifer Scotts, no longer exists in the ranks of Time Force."

"Then what were you doing in the commentary?" she asked. "You can at least tell me that."

"Paying my respects, to Wes Collins."

"Why?" she questioned. "You didn't know him."

"One doesn't have to know one, to pay their respects. Your husband was a great man. He did a lot for the future."

"Alight I'll give you that. I still don't buy it as being the real reason why you were there, but for now I'll accept that."

"You must be a real fun person to get along with."

"I imagine some would say the same thing about you."

"Oh I'm a real fun person to get to know, if you give me the chance," he remarked in cocky sort of way.

"I bet," answered Jen in an irritated sort of way. "Don't suppose you can tell me who was shooting at us?"

"I was kind of hoping you could tell me?" He said as he gripped the shoulder where he had been shot at. "You piss anyone off lately. Anyone that would want to take a head shot at you?"

"No!" She looked him hard in the eyes. "What about you? Is there anyone that wants to take a shot at the smug face of yours? Maybe some pissed of girlfriend?"

He laughed. "You know you're kind of cute when you're angry."

"You know if you don't stop it with the wisecracks, I just may start taking head shots."

"Hmmm sounds like fun…" He could already see her eyes start to fume with anger, telling him that he better stop otherwise it would ruin everything. "Al-alright." He raised his hands up. "I'm done, you win. You can ask me anything you want and I'll do my best to give you an answer that won't jeopardize my mission here."

She wasn't hundred percent sure if she trusted his answer, but it was better then nothing. "Where's the time ship?" The last thing she needed was for that to be out in the open for anyone to stubble upon.

"On a deserted beach. ….Well, what's left of it anyways, it was destroyed when I went in for the landing, so if your worried about it falling into the wrong hands, don't" he explained. "Anymore questions?"

"What did you say your same was again?"

"Nice try, but you've got to do better then that."

"Hey I thought we had an agreement!" Jen could feel her blood start to boil. The more this guy opened up his mouth the less she was starting to like him. "Because, I've had it up to here with your wisecrack answers. You better start explaining yourself or-"

"-O'Connor," he answered, finally telling her his name. "Gage O'Connor, Time Force Sergeant." He took of his sunglasses, as put out his other hand looking Jen in the eyes. "It is an honor to meet you. The Captain always spoke very highly of you."

"Captain Logan?" Jen shook his hand, but almost like in a trance, as if she somehow felt drawn to him. She didn't know what it was, but there was something about him. She just couldn't put her finger on it.

"No, by the time I transferred Captain Logan was no longer there. He had retired."

That did make since Captain Logan would be retired, probably had been for a number of years. Although O'Connor has not said which year he had come from and Jen wasn't sure if he would even tell her if she asked. He didn't seem the type to give straight answers. Since he had brought up the new Captain of Time Force talking about her, she decided that she could at least get a straight answer out of this. There was only one other person who she could think of that would have become Captain after she had left, but after everything that had happened between them she wasn't so sure if he would openingly talk about her, to anyone… "Alex Drake?"

"Alex Drake?" He looked into her eyes, as trying to get a feel for what this guy had meant to her, it was clear that there had been some history between her and this Drake guy. "…No, he's not the Captain." He shook his head.

"He's not?" Jen questioned, kind of shocked. She would have thought that out of all the officers at Time Force and given his accomplishments, that he would be the number one choice for Captain. Who better to serve as Captain of Time Force, then the best of the best? It just seemed hard to believe that he wasn't the Captain, for as long as she had known Alex that was what he had been working towards.

"No. He's no longer with Time Force," he licked his lips. "By the time I joined he was long gone."

"Gone?" She found it hard to believe that Alex would have just left Time Force. Time Force had been his life. It had meant everything to him. That had been one of the reasons why things had fallen apart between them, because of his high devotion and not seeming to care about how his work behavior affected the relationships around him. "What do you mean? Did he transfer somewhere else, one of the other bases?"

She thought maybe he moved on to bigger and better things. He always acted as if there were bigger and better things for him to be doing, as if he had a higher calling. A calling she had wanted to be part of it, but he had kept her at a distance.

"No, he didn't," he bowed his head down, as if he wasn't sure how to tell her. He took a deep breath finally gather the strength, as he turned to her once again. "He's dead, I'm sorry."

"Dead?" Jen had to play the word over and over in her head to get it to stick. It just didn't seem real. She didn't want to believe it, but the look in the young mans eyes, told her it was true. "Dead? W-when? How?"

"Twenty-three year ago, in an explosion." Gage seemed awkward talking about Alex Drake. He had not come here to discuss the death of Alex Drake, that wasn't what was important. There were far more pressing things to attend to then an officer who had died over two decades ago. "We should really get you somewhere safe, that shooter is still on the loose."

Jen was still trying to grasp the fact that Alex was dead. Died before his time, but then again she knew all too much about those going before their time. How many have she seen taken before their time? How many lives cut too short? Maybe it shouldn't seem so unreal that Alex had died so young, perhaps deep down even when the two had been together she knew that was a strong possibility that he would die young. There was always this look of death in his eyes, as if even he knew he would die young. She wiped the tears from her eyes. "….Did you know him?" she asked, as he pulled out of the parking-lot.

He didn't turn to face her, only kept his eyes on the road. "No, I didn't know him at all," he answered softly.

There was something about the way he said it. That it was supposed to mean something, but Jen got the impression that the young man didn't want to talk about it. She would let it go, for now, but eventually she would want to know what he had meant. "You never said who it was," she annouched, after several minutes of silence.

"Who?" he asked, as if his mind was somewhere else.

"The Captain, that told you about me. You never said who it was."