It had been a year sense she last was here, fighting the mut-orgs. She had left her time to go be with the one she loved. Jen walked over to the Silver Guardian Base she saw Eric working with the guardians, she figured he would know where Wes was.
Eric looked up, taking his eyes off the two men that were sparring; he had no idea what she was doing here. "Jen, what are you doing here?" he asked he kindly.
"I was wondering if you knew where Wes was?" she asked. The two men that had been sparing stopped, they looked at Eric and then to Jen. Eric took a deep breath, he looked at his men.
"Continue your routine," he told them as he walked over to Jen, pulling her over to the side so they could have some privacy.
"Eric, what's going on where's Wes?" she asked him. Eric put his head down there was no easy way in saying this.
"He's been dead for six months Jen. I had thought you and the others knew," he said softly. Jen backed away feeling the pain in her heart.
"No," she said softly.
Jen was on her knees by a grave with the name Wesley Collins, trashing his name with her fingers. "How'd it happened," she asked felling the tears go down her cheeks. Eric who was standing behind her licked his lips, he then began telling her what had happened.
Wes was in his dad's office he was getting ready to head home. "Wes on your way home can you stop by the bank and deposited these check?" asked Mr. Collins.
"Sure, thing dad see you at home," said Wes walking out of the office with the checks in his hand.
Wes entered the bank, he walked over to the lady at the desk. "What's the name of the account?" she asked him. Wes was getting ready to answer her. When three men came running in the bank building with guns in there hands.
"Alright, give us all your money and valuables and no one will get hurt," one of them said. Wes turned around looking at the three men with guns. Everyone in the bank building was panicky and shacking fearing for their lives.
"That goes for you too, guardian boy," said one of the men pointing their gun at Wes. Wes gulped,
"Look, no one wants any trouble so why don't you and you friends leave," said Wes, moving his hand around to his blaster. The robber shot his gun, the bullet only missed Wes's hand by on inch. Some of the people began crying after hearing the gun shot.
"Next time I won't miss, toss your weapon over to me," he said. Wes slowly grabbed his gun, holding it out getting ready to throw it to the ground. The other two men were grabbing the loot as the third watched Wes. Wes acted as if to toss it over, but with a quick move he pointed out the gun shooting at the third man. He missed; Wes looked in fear as the third man shot his gun two times. Wes frozen as to what to do couldn't move. The two bullets hit him in the chest, Wes fell to the ground.
"Move it, get out of here now," said one of them. The three robbers ran off. Once they were out of sight a few people rushed to Wes's aid, but it was too late he was gone.
Jen rubbed her eyes; it hurt to learn how he had died. "How, is Mr. Collins doing?" she asked him softly. Eric put his head down.
"He blames himself for Wes's death. Keeps on saying if he hadn't asked Wes to go to the bank he still be alive," said Eric softly. Jen slowly stood up, turning around to look at Eric.
"Could you take me to..." she couldn't finish her sentence it hurt too much. But Eric knew what she meant.
"Sure," he said softly.
Jen walked around in Wes's room, she had been the only person in there sense Wes had died. No one could quite bare yet to go in there. Jen walked around with her hand out feeling the sheets of his bed, the dressers and desks. On the desks she found a few pictures. One was of Wes, Eric and his dad. Another one was of the whole Silver Guardian Crew. The last picture was the oldest of the three; it was of the time when Jen and the other first came here. Jen looked at the picture trying to smile remembering the time they had together. The closed her eyes shut letting the tears stream down her cheeks. When she opened them she put the picture back on the desk. Then something caught her eyes, it was the Time Force Badge she had given him a little more then two years ago.
She held it for a moment running her fingers over it; he had kept it all of his time. A few soft tears fell from her cheek, at the memory. Without thinking she put the badge in her pocket, for memory keepsake. She slowly walked out of the bedroom, when she was in the hall way she took one last look before shutting the door shut.
She walked down the stairs into the livening room where she found Eric and Mr. Collins sitting down. She slowly walked over to them taking a seat in one of the chairs. There was a long pause of silence between them. "I haven't been able to get myself to go in his room," Mr. Collins put his head down. "I should of never asked him to go to the bank, if I hadn't he'd be alive," he said sadly. Jen and Eric were silent not knowing what to say to him. Eric had already told Mr. Collins that it wasn't his fault, but no matter what he would say.
Collins ran his hand over his face, he got up from his seat looking at Jen, and he smiled softly. "You should know, he loved you very much," Jen smiled back at him. He looked at his watch, "I got to go to the office," with that he walked out leaving the two alone.
Eric shook his head. "That's all he ever does is work. I don't know I guess it helps take things off of his mind," said Eric softly.
Jen put her head down; she had come here to be with Wes. But with him being gone, being here meant nothing to her now.
"Your going to go back aren't you?" asked Eric. Jen looked up looking at Eric.
"Yeah, there's nothing here for me," said Jen, Eric nodded his head.
"I'm sorry Jen, I know you two cared a lot about each other," said Eric.