disclaimer: I don't own anything except these stupid nails I had put on for prom yesterday which was a blast, and take me forever to type in. Hope you enjoy.

Turning the page of the exciting book Taylor shifted her eyes to the left page and began at the top as she read on to whether they would make it out or not. It was the beginning of the book and the book just seemed to instantly suck her in. Sitting atop a picnic table she sat in the park where nobody else was around, and luckily they weren't around because if they saw her sitting where people were supposed to eat they would complain and pitch and moan. It was almost dark and all the families with little children or just couples retired for the day and returned home for rest.

Family, she thought, yeah that's what I considered them and after everything we all went our separate ways to persuade our own careers. As for my choice I've returned to the Air Force and until they need me again I am on leave. It's not a joy for me because my home is out of reach and I have to find a stay-up for the night before travelling to my home that might not be home anymore since I have been gone for so long. I'll just have to take the chance. I have quite the amount of money to get by at the moment, for now.

Turning the page again from reading the last sentence for the millionth time because of her thoughts of family and her lodging situation her mind kept wandering.

Maybe she should call up Alyssa and see if she was still awake, but she did have to teach in the morning.

Then there is the thought of her car. She was so excited when she first got it and then Eric Meyers, the Quantum Ranger had to go and give her a ticket, and with the ticket being forgotten for a few months the car was confiscated. To get it out of tow the price is adding up little by little each day. She might as well say goodbye to her "baby", and it was all Eric Meyers fault. She'd like to get her hands around his neck and strangle him.

Before the Time Force Rangers had to leave and with the celebration in the park he had the audacity to go up to her, take her book, taunt her with it and take off running with her in chase until she had the bright idea and jumped onto his back. He lost balance, and they both fell to the ground, she retrieved the book and pushed him over while he laughed, took her book ready to run off but he grabbed her ankle sending her into the ground with her hands to break her fall.

But, somehow between the stares of anger from helping and showing of his blaster she felt a attraction; not the attraction of jumping the gun or anything, but just the connection of meeting somebody and those first moments of judging whether you'll like and remember them. It was the judging of judging a book by its cover. It was the start of a love/hate relationship.

It's not like I'm going to see him anyways, she thought.

"Ma'am the park is now closed," a voice, a familiar one startled the crap out of her. Her book flew out of her hands and they clenched to fist in fighting stance. When she met his eyes she narrowed hers.

"I thought to soon," she spoke aloud.

"What," he questioned.

Snapping out of her thoughts she shook her head because she realized that she spoke, erm, thought to soon.

"Why are you here," she questioned folding her arms in front of herself with the same smudge look of when they first came eye to eye.

He better not be here to give me a ticket, I am doing nothing wrong, she pondered.

"The park is closed, and all persons are to leave," Eric said adjusting his communication device. He looked at the beautiful scenery around them. The sun was almost completely set now. The last of the reds and oranges mangled at the bottom of the night's darkness as the night's lights slowly filled in the mix of the quiet clouds which began to come in front of them in the line of the sky. It was Mother Nature's time to rest.

Jumping down from the table she sat upon the whole time she began to search for the book which was flung when she was startled. Sarcastically, if she didn't find it in time he would probably take it like he did the other book, or he'll take it like the partial reason of why her car was confiscated.

"Looking for this," and in the air he held up her book.

Straighten up she bound her weight to her back foot and crossed her arms. He was not going to make this easy on her. Maybe this will be another episode of what happened before.

"Yes, that's my book," she answered calmly with a relaxed exterior and interior as well. If she didn't play up to his game maybe she could just get her book bag, grab her book and take the long roam on foot to find a hotel, motel or up board for the night in the hopes that's she would be notified soon because without being a ranger anymore, and having downtime it depressed her and was just plain boring.

"Can I have it back," she asked laughing on the inside because it felt like a stupid childish game. Waiting for his lower face to change, as in opening his mouth to speak which seemed to be taking forever she reached her hands into the back of her head, grabbed her half ponytail and split the hair in half and pulled them in opposite direction tightening the scrunchy on top.

Casting his eyes downward in awe to the cover he studied it a moment, then looking back at her he replied shaking his head, "Nope, I haven't read this one before."

"If you don't give it back," she gritted her teeth allowing herself to control her slowly but surely uprising temper. She reached for it when he turned it out of her way and smirked.

"Don't you have anything better to do than taunt me with my book like a five year old child," she scowled pushing all her behind her shoulders, an attitude of "not-playing" etched into her face. She was getting ready to knock him. Couldn't he just give her book back and go rescue a freaking kitten from a tree.

He shook his head.

She jumped back onto the table, the width side this time, sat back far enough for her feet to dangle off. If she played up, maybe she could catch him off guard enough that she take back what is hers and leave.

Looking at the sky a moment even though its dark, clouds moved by very fast. Perhaps a system was moving by, or in to stall ready to dump all the contents. If she kept having the same luck she has been having all night it would surely rain on her. That would be another thing that she could blame on him.

Putting it in the way of knowing him for three days a while ago and now, he was the one she would invite over for tea. It's such a bi-polar relationship of love and hate; ok hate and aggression relationship. It's all his fault, well, that's what she kept telling herself anyways.

"How is Wesley," Taylor questioned holding onto the table with downward palms, fingers digging into the bottom side up of the table, and looking his face, following with her gaze he sat on the table behind her with his feet on the bench part, elbows on thighs with his arms relaxed loosely.

"He's fine," replied lightly he sounded as though distracted, but behind her she couldn't read his face; if at all anyways.

She felt the effects of him there dying and not that it was she kind of wished that it wasn't. The pang in her heart told her that she wanted his company, that she wanted to play, but wasn't she just mad at him. The "bi-polarness" wasn't only on their relationship, but of her feelings of him. She didn't want him to be there, and his childish antics, and now that he may get up and leave she wouldn't want him to leave.

"How are you," she questioned in regards to the silence that endeavored them. If he was bored he would get up and leave, so why was he still there?

The darkness which made her conversation even more silence and awkward made for getting rid of the night's lights. The sky completely covered now the light breeze gentle at first picked up going in one direction, then next, another dying off in slight regards to its original direction.

Letting go a moment she closed her eyes letting the breeze ruffle her hair and hit her face chaffing her cheeks, but in relaxation. This was her favorite part of the early season the breezes that even though the weather was warm the breeze kept it at bay.

"I'm fine, he said receiving a full view of her slouched back, and she wasn't dangling her feet anymore so he guessed she was fiddling with her hands or something.

She in fact was, only she was picking the skin under her fingernails, her thumbs especially. The skin growth under her nails bothered her and she worked with her other nails to try and pull it out. The only thing it proved though is that she could push her skin down further and the blood that came from the attempt showed from behind the nail.

"And yourself," he questioned, "How have you been?"

"Huh," she snapped apart from her fruitless attempt and looked behind herself.

"I'm alright, I guess," Taylor said slowly to choose her words carefully because her words could just backfire on her, "I feel lonely now that I am not doing anything."

Eric stood up and circled around and stood in front her. She straightened her back in which she shouldn't be slouching in the first place and looked him in the eyes, his cold dark eyes against hers. Their stares matched each other not blinking just like the time she confronted him about the speeding ticket.

Why does he always do this, she wondered. This jerk will do anything to make me feel as if I'm lower than him, but I'm not.

Putting both hands on either sides of her he leaned him bringing his face a few inches from hers and her mind went wild. He is close, way to close, and his eyes, their dark shape empty of anything. His breath warm and sweet smelling awoken her sensations and she could only look back as if locked in while on the inside her butterflies cut loose. Heart pounding away she was ready for him to actually kiss her.

This is stupid, move already, move!

A small formation from his lips she closed her eyes leaning in her breath left her throat.

"It's never going to happen," he said smoothly.

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