Author's Note: This story just came together inside my mind. I was scouring my brain trying to think how to connect Troy's past to the PR universe. It's just a little diddy that came into my head. It was nice getting to write something about Wes and Jen two of my other favorite former Power Rangers and I also noticed in the 1st episode of Megaforce, when Troy was looking over the Ranger keys, they specifically showed the keys from Time Force and Light Speed Rescue. So I thought maybe there is a connection between him and someone from those teams. I really liked Wes' character and he seemed fit for this fiction.

I'm sure this story is way off but this is just something I thought could work, or at least it worked inside my head. It's a bit more mature for a PR story.

Disclaimer: I don't own or profit from any shares from Saban's Power Ranger Franchise nor am I affiliated with Toei or any of its affiliates.

Side-A Wesley Collins

Wes quietly watched Troy the bright and talented martial artists from inside his kitchen. He presumed that Troy was practicing some moves from one of his martial arts classes.

"Is Troy still out there practicing?"

Wes turned to his wife. "Yes, he sure is," he answered proudly.

Jen smiled leaning against her husband's shoulders.

"Troy sure has been out there practicing a lot."

Wes shrugged. He had taken notice of that Troy was practicing more than usual. Wes thought about asking Troy why he was practicing so much, but then he remembered being a teenager and not wanting his own father entangled in his business. He decided to let Troy be.

"I'm going go to the store. Did you need anything?"

Wes reamined mute shaking his head.

"Okay, I love you, see you in a bit."

"Love you too."

Wes walked over to his study room taking a seat at his large mahogany desk in the center of the room. He picked the large manila envelope peering over the contents inside. He spread out the faded Silver Hills Gazette and the letter addressed to his father. He looked over the article about the, talented but extremely shy and socially inept 13-year-old martial arts named Troy Burrows. He sighed. Hesitating to open up the faded, stained letter, as it contained information that forever changed his and Jen's life forever. Wes slid open the letter gazing over the words. He sat down the letter; it was emotional too much to bear. He wiped his eyes feeling the tears gathering.

Wes still recalled vividly inside his mind the very day he and Jen stumbled upon it two years ago to this day...

"Hey Wes?"

"What is it Jen?"

"Is that, the kid from the newspaper article?"

Wes looked up from paper glancing at the television.

"Local youth…and Silver Hills own Troy Burrows wins another martial arts tournament," the jovial journalist announced.

The news journalist made their way through a crowd of cheering patrons over to the blue-eyed raven haired teen.

"Excuse me Troy?"

The teen nodded wiping away the beads of sweat across his face.

"How does it feel to win yet another martial arts tournament?"

He smiled. "Great."

"How long did you practice for this one?"

"One year."

"Will you be participating in the Silver Hills martial arts semi-finals?"

Troy shrugged turning away from the journalist and the camera.

"Troy…"

"This last round took a lot of Troy…so I'm afraid he is unable to answer any more of your questions." An older-grey haired Asian man said wrapping an arm around Troy, whisking him off.

"I see…we'll continue bringing you all the latest news and coverage on this story. Back to you guys at the studio…"

"That Troy kid is really good," Jen said taking a seat at the dinner table.

Wes turned shifting his attention back over to the news article.

"13-year-old Troy Burrows wins another round in the martial arts world," Wes read.

Wes shifted his attention gazing over the remainder of the news article.

"Everyone knows that for teenagers, these years are a very awkward time for them, with the on-set of puberty, dating, making friends, trying to get good grades in school. But for a teen like Troy life has been much tougher than just dealing typical teenage woes. Troy was orphaned at the tender age of 8 years old. Five years ago Troy the only child of Celeste and Walter Ramiro Burrows whose remains were found at the bottom of a ravine near the Aconcagua Mountains, in Mendoza, Argentina."

"With no family to call his own, young Troy was thrust into the ever elusive foster care system. Since, then the astute, but painfully shy kid was shuffled between various foster families and homes throughout southern California."

Wes sat the paper down clasping his hands together. He started thinking about how tough it was losing his parents. Wes was the same age as Troy when he lost his mother. In this mother's absence his father hired maids and other attendants to help care for him. Back then he didn't understand why his father didn't step up and take care of him like his mother had. Over time Wes understood that his father despite all the tough love and listless nights he spent wishing he could be there to tuck him in at night, knew that his father was working tirelessly for him to help him build his future.

Wes leaned back in his chair. It was amazing how much more you appreciate the things and people in your life so much more once they were gone. Five years ago his father had succumb to an illness. Wes missed him dearly, he was happy that he was able to at least attend Jen and his wedding before he passed. Wes could only imagine how difficult life must have been for young Troy losing both of his parents at such impressible age.

"Hey everything okay?" Jen asked curiously.

Wes looked up at his wife shaking his head. "I feel so sorry for this kid. He lost both his parents at such a young age."

"He did?"

"Yeah…take a look."

Jen sat down the paper shaking her head. "Wow…Wes I can't imagine how tough things are for him."

"I know right."

"It's great to know that at least this kid has found something in life that brings him happiness."

Wes remained mute shifting his attention at the article wondering what Jen was getting at.

"If you look at this picture you can see that despite his smile, there is so much sadness behind that façade."

Wes reached for the newspaper, peering at Troy's image seeing the obvious sadness behind the young man's smile.

"You know what Jen; I think that I'm going to see if we could get some of the local charities more involved in martial arts. I can see this kid going places in the future."

"Wes, I think that's a great idea!"

Wes sat down the paper, taking a sip of his morning coffee.

"Hey Wes don't forget that those contractors are coming over at the end of the week to take a look at the basements to take measurements…so you know what that means…"

Wes glanced over at his wife brows furrowed.

"We gotta finish cleaning up down there."

"Oh right…" he sighed.

"The sooner we finish it the more time we can devote to our charities right?" Jen stood placing a kiss upon his cheek…

Later that week

"I hate spring cleaning…" Wes sighed, sitting down, next to pile of trash bags. He and Jen had spent the latter part of the week cleaning out their basement for her annual spring cleaning.

"Wes, we're almost done," Jen cried, "Besides once we get this done we can start building the game-room."

Wes chuckled. He wondered sometimes if he were crazy to have sold his father's mansion. His father's home not only had a game-room, but several other rooms that could made of leisurely use. He sighed, thinking about the moment he signed over the deed to his father's mansion. Wes' father stated that once he passed away he wanted him to not only take over his business but take over his estate and all the affairs. Around the same time of his father's untimely passing one of the local Silver Hills homeless shelters burned down to the ground. There were no funds available for them to rebuild the shelter. Once Wes heard of the dilemma he decided that he would give the many kids and families a place to call home. It was a tough decision to make, but Wes knew deep down inside that he was making the right decision. He also looked at as chance for him and Jen to buy their own home and build their lives together.

"Wes?"

"Huh?!"

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes…why do you ask?"

"You looked a little lost…" Jen took a seat next to him.

"I was just thinking about my father's house…"

"You really miss it huh?"

Wes threw her a solemn nod. "I do...but I miss it more for the childhood memories and my friends…and meeting Trip, Katie, Lucas and you…" he said smiling.

Jen leaned against his shoulders. "Those were good times huh?"

Wes nodded leaning against the wall trying to savor those moments of the past.

"You made the right decision Wes."

"I know…I just like to stop and savor those times every once and awhile you know?"

"Trust me I completely understand," Jen said standing, "You know how difficult it was for me to leave the future…" she said ruffling through some random stacks of paper.

Wes stood, wrapping his arms around his wife. "Hey, we're together and happy and that's all that matters right?!"

"Right." Jen turned facing Wes wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders.

They locked lips in a long passionate kiss.

"Now…let's hurry and finish this up," Jen said stepping away turning her attention over to a pile of boxes stacked in a corner...

"Look at this?" Wes pulled out an old photo album from inside a dusty box. "I guess this must have been one of the albums we forget to unpack when we moved in here."

"What are the photos of?"

"I think this album has photos of me and my mother."

Wes opened the old dusty album turning the pages. He smiled, looking over some of the photos.

"Awww, is that baby Wes?"

Wes turned to Jen shaking his head. "Why yes it is."

He looked over the old photo smiling at the sight of himself standing between both his parents smiling brightly. Wes turned the page shifting his thoughts back over to the photos pasted over the pages as both he and Jen continued pouring over his childhood memories...

"Those were the good times." Wes shut the album placing it aside.

"Wes…what's that inside?"

He turned to Jen puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Looks like there's something inside the back cover."

Wes opened the album turning to the back cover.

Jen slid her hand down the inside cover. "See there's a tiny slit inside."

"How in the world did you catch that?!" Wes asked in amazement.

He watched her pull out a large white envelope.

"What in the world?"

"This letter addressed to your father."

"Does it say who it's from?"

"Nancy Hamilton…"

Wes shrugged; the name didn't resonance with any of his memories.

Jen handed Wes the letter. "Open it."

Wes cautiously took the letter, pulling open the flap gazing over its contents.

"What?!" he yelped feeling his heart racing.

"Wes?!"

Jen grabbed his hand. "Wes…what does it say?"

He sucked a deep breath mentally preparing her for the troublesome words lining the letter.

"Dear Albert, I'm sorry for bothering you. But, my husband and I decided to stay together and work out our marriage. I'm sorry things turned out this way between us. You can rest assured that Celeste will be taking care of. I want to thank you for relinquishing all your parental rights. My husband said that he will help raise Celeste as his own since we don't have a daughter of our own. I promise to keep my end of the deal that I will not ask for any support of any kind not even financial for Celeste. I have also enclosed a letter of paternity, to reiterate that your Celeste's biological father. I will end this letter saying that despite all that has happened Albert I still and will always hold a special place in my heart for you."

Sincerely,

Nancy Hamilton"

Jen cupped her hands over her mouth. Wes reached inside the envelope, pulling out another folded piece of paper.

"It's a birth certificate."

His heart fell into his stomach as he gazed down at the names listed.

"Silver Hills County Hospital would like to celebrate the birth of Celeste Ann Hamilton

Mother: Nancy Sharon Hamilton,

Father: Albert Collins."

Wes stared through the piece of paper. "Jen…this can't be real. I don't have any siblings…"

She took the letter and the birth certificate out of his hands silently reading over them.

"Jen…this can't be true!" Wes stood to his feet pacing back and forth. "No…no…no!" he yelped kicking one of the boxes.

"Wes, please calm down."

"How can I be calm when this…" he trailed off.

Wes leaned against the basement wall, wrapping his head in his head. No longer able to control his emotions he let out a long scream through his cuffed hands. Jen slowly made her way over to husband tenderly wrapping her arms around him. Wes stopped trying to fight the tears, allowing them to flow freely.

"Jen how can this be?!" he cried through his muffled hands.

"Honey…everything is going to be okay…"

"No…it's not…how could my father keep something like this from me?!"

"Wes…I'm sure your father has his reasons…" she sobbed.

Wes pulled his hands away from his tear-stricken face. "No...Jen there was absolutely no reason for him not to tell me about this!"

"I know…I know…Wes…I'm just really sorry you had to find out this way."

"Yeah…me too."

Wes wrapped his arms around Jen together they spent the next few hours grieving over the heart retching news...

TBC