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A.N: This takes place a little over ten months after the end of "Let Me Sleep". I also have assumed the Rangers don't have to travel back one thousand years exactly, so the time that has passed since "Time Force" for the guys in the future and the guys in our time hasn't been the same. Again, I'd like to thank Cmar for beta-reading this and helping me out.
Mirror Moves By Shirley Chong.
"Posed bodies, no traces," Alex said softly. "This looks familiar." "It does indeed," said his companion.
They looked around the room again. Living room, home to one man, a scientist, who was recognized for his work helping Time Force with mutant capture and disposal. He had just provided the Time Force officers a weapon that allowed them to freeze the criminals on the crime scene, so they were easier to deal with before the trials. Right at that moment, he lay dead next to his wife on their bed; they were holding each other's hand and almost kissing. The position gave the brutal crime a macabre feeling.
Alex walked out of the house towards the garden, to try his luck there. He then saw a motorcycle approaching the house, stopping right next to his SUV. The woman riding got off the bike and took off her helmet and her gloves. She looked at him, smiling, and walked towards him.
"You do know that bike might be the reason we can't have children, don't you?" he asked her. She smiled wider and touched her nose to his.
"The bike has got nothing to do with it," she said softly. They kissed.
"Jennifer, you really should be more careful," he said, running his hand through her hair. "I don't want you to suffer more than you already have."
"Than we already have, Alex, don't try to pretend this doesn't hurt you too," she told him, caressing his hair in return.
"Would you mind doing that in your private time?" a voice called him.
"No, dad, not at all," Alex said, letting go of his wife. "Ok, let me give you all the details--"
"Doctor Christopher Jenkins, worked for Time Force, developed the new freezing blasters, killed along with his wife, they had no children, no sign of how they died or how the killer entered their home. The both show perfect health as far as our untrained eyes can see, but they ARE dead, and they have been posed in a rather macabre position," she summarized before he could even open his mouth. "I know," she added smiling.
"I hate it when you do that," he said playfully.
"You hate it when I read the preliminary reports?" she asked.
"You didn't read any preliminary reports, you read my mind."
"Actually, I read your father's," she said matter-of-factly. "There are a few interesting things about a certain boy falling off a bed." She stopped talking when he put a hand on her mouth.
"That's one of the most horrible memories of my childhood."
"THAT is a horrible memory from your childhood?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yes," he admitted, his cheeks going slightly pink. "So what?"
"You are such a spoiled brat!" she commented and walked towards the house.
"I am not!" he called after her. She just shook her head.
Inside the house was a mess. All the furniture had been torn apart and the pieces had been thrown to the most unbelievable places. The fireplace was still warm, which meant it had been on until not a long time ago. Several members of the forensics area of Time Force were picking up evidence. She took off her coat, and folded it around one of her arms. The room was very hot, and it was filled with thoughts.
It had been little over a year since she had discovered her psychic powers. It had been hard for a while, and her enemy had escaped, but everything had turned out fine. She had spent a couple of weeks unconscious after the final night of that case, and it had been hard to realize she was asleep, and wake up, after spending almost a month believing herself married to Alex.
However, not even two months after she woke up she was actually married to Alex, her depression completely vanished and a bright future ahead of her. Alex's mother had been away since that night, and everything just seemed perfect in her life.
Some time after they got married, she and Alex had started talking about children. That's when their skies had gone back to gray. She had gotten pregnant twice in a little over five months, but had lost both babies to early miscarriages. She and Alex kept their hopes high, and, given the fact that they couldn't conceive, they had available resources to have a child who would be theirs genetically, even if Jen didn't go through the pregnancy.
She sighed, her thoughts returning to the task at hand. She climbed a flight of stairs and entered the bedroom. The victims were, like Alex had thought, posed in a rather macabre position. The image seemed strangely familiar to Jen, but she couldn't remember from where, maybe it was a movie or something.
She closed her eyes, trying to catch some brain waves left over. The brain kept working long after the heart has stopped, and the brain waves could stay in a room for weeks. This room contained some thoughts; Jen rapidly picked them up, trying to get an idea of what had happened there.
We never go out anywhere. This came from the woman.
I wonder when she got so boring. This came from the man.
Why couldn't we at least have children? The woman. Jen knew how that felt.
I have a lot of work to do tomorrow, that presentation and then the test for the new Ranger suit. The man again and Jen wondered what Ranger suit was he talking about.
We'll have to go out for lunch tomorrow. Woman.
I'll have to get back tomorrow to the lab first thing in the morning. Man.
Maybe we could take a vacation together. Wife.
How much will I have to pay this month for the electricity we've consumed? I've been working a lot at home lately. Husband.
What was that noise? Scared woman.
Oh, no, now she'll want me to go and check. Annoyed man.
Come closer, closer so I can do my job. Anticipating monster.
I wonder why I always have to-- Last thought of the husband.
What's taking him so long? AAAAH!! A mutant!! Oh, my God! He just killed-- Last thought of the wife.
Jen opened her eyes and walked out of the bedroom, going down the stairs towards the living room. Alex was standing there, talking to Major Logan. She approached them.
"Their marriage was falling apart," she said.
"Whose marriage?" Logan asked.
"Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins's," She said. "He didn't love her anymore, but she still loved him."
"How do you know that?"
"Thoughts from last night are still trapped in the room," Jen said. "She used the word 'we' when thinking and her last thought was 'oh, my God, he killed.'. The good doctor thought only about himself, not including his wife in any of his pondering. His last thought was a complaint. He didn't love her anymore, but she still loved him."
"How can you be sure about that?" Logan asked.
"The day I start thinking about my marriage in terms of 'him and me' instead of 'us', I'll know I have stopped loving my husband," she said, looking at Alex and taking his hand in hers. "Every time I think about something related to us, I use the words 'us' or 'we'. And so does Alex." She looked into her husband's eyes and smiled.
"I'll take off, I'm not a big fan of sweet talk," Logan said and accompanied his words with actions.
Alex wrapped his arms around Jen's waist, pulling her closer to his body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed. Since they had gotten married they had stopped having problems with showing the affection they had for each other in public. Jen remembered that four years before that day, Alex would have never kissed her the way he was doing it, in the middle of a crime scene.
"So, you've been checking if I think about us in terms of 'us' and not 'you and me'?" he asked playfully.
"Not really on purpose," she said, gazing into his eyes that shone romantically as they met hers. "But you broadcast!" she complained.
"So you think I always think about 'us' as an unit?" he asked, moving even closer to her.
She lifted her mouth to his ear and whispered: "Except when you are admiring my body. In those moments you usually refer to me as 'one hot heavenly creation'. And I have to admit, I think the same thing about you," her tone was sexy, hissing and she made herself sure her breath caressed the side of his neck while she talked.
This time he didn't blush slightly. He blushed furiously red, swallowed hard and the blood of his body traveled south with extreme velocity. Jen chuckled at his reaction. "Don't worry baby, I like it. I like the thoughts you have about my butt and about my curves and about my breast ." she continued enumerating the parts of her body he liked to stare at when he thought she wasn't noticing. As the parts of her body got more and more spicy, his blush just got redder and redder, and with all the activity in the south area, Jen wondered if there was any blood left in his body, beside the one he was using to blush and to.
"Alexander!" they heard his father call. They let go and Alex positioned his hands in a way his father couldn't notice the consequences of Jen's teasing. She crossed her arms, to hide her own arousal which was displayed in her breasts.
"Yes, Dad?" Alex asked as seriously as he could.
"I just got a call from our butler," his father said, his attitude was excited and his voice was happy. "She's back! And she's safe!" he told him, grasping his son by the shoulders and pulling him into a hug. Alex tried to stay as apart from his father as he could, and Jen snorted at her husband's situation.
"Who's back?" Alex asked his father, softly pushing away from him and breaking the embrace.
"Well, Alexander!" he said angrily putting his hands to his waist. "Your mother!" he continued.
Alex was left open mouthed and he glanced at Jen. All signs of happiness were gone from her face, and her lower lip was trembling. He took her hand, but her eyes still got tearful.
"Hey," he whispered, hugging her. "There's nothing she can do now."
"Look around, Alex," she whispered back in his ear so his father couldn't hear her. "She's already doing something."
To be continued.
A.N: This takes place a little over ten months after the end of "Let Me Sleep". I also have assumed the Rangers don't have to travel back one thousand years exactly, so the time that has passed since "Time Force" for the guys in the future and the guys in our time hasn't been the same. Again, I'd like to thank Cmar for beta-reading this and helping me out.
Mirror Moves By Shirley Chong.
"Posed bodies, no traces," Alex said softly. "This looks familiar." "It does indeed," said his companion.
They looked around the room again. Living room, home to one man, a scientist, who was recognized for his work helping Time Force with mutant capture and disposal. He had just provided the Time Force officers a weapon that allowed them to freeze the criminals on the crime scene, so they were easier to deal with before the trials. Right at that moment, he lay dead next to his wife on their bed; they were holding each other's hand and almost kissing. The position gave the brutal crime a macabre feeling.
Alex walked out of the house towards the garden, to try his luck there. He then saw a motorcycle approaching the house, stopping right next to his SUV. The woman riding got off the bike and took off her helmet and her gloves. She looked at him, smiling, and walked towards him.
"You do know that bike might be the reason we can't have children, don't you?" he asked her. She smiled wider and touched her nose to his.
"The bike has got nothing to do with it," she said softly. They kissed.
"Jennifer, you really should be more careful," he said, running his hand through her hair. "I don't want you to suffer more than you already have."
"Than we already have, Alex, don't try to pretend this doesn't hurt you too," she told him, caressing his hair in return.
"Would you mind doing that in your private time?" a voice called him.
"No, dad, not at all," Alex said, letting go of his wife. "Ok, let me give you all the details--"
"Doctor Christopher Jenkins, worked for Time Force, developed the new freezing blasters, killed along with his wife, they had no children, no sign of how they died or how the killer entered their home. The both show perfect health as far as our untrained eyes can see, but they ARE dead, and they have been posed in a rather macabre position," she summarized before he could even open his mouth. "I know," she added smiling.
"I hate it when you do that," he said playfully.
"You hate it when I read the preliminary reports?" she asked.
"You didn't read any preliminary reports, you read my mind."
"Actually, I read your father's," she said matter-of-factly. "There are a few interesting things about a certain boy falling off a bed." She stopped talking when he put a hand on her mouth.
"That's one of the most horrible memories of my childhood."
"THAT is a horrible memory from your childhood?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yes," he admitted, his cheeks going slightly pink. "So what?"
"You are such a spoiled brat!" she commented and walked towards the house.
"I am not!" he called after her. She just shook her head.
Inside the house was a mess. All the furniture had been torn apart and the pieces had been thrown to the most unbelievable places. The fireplace was still warm, which meant it had been on until not a long time ago. Several members of the forensics area of Time Force were picking up evidence. She took off her coat, and folded it around one of her arms. The room was very hot, and it was filled with thoughts.
It had been little over a year since she had discovered her psychic powers. It had been hard for a while, and her enemy had escaped, but everything had turned out fine. She had spent a couple of weeks unconscious after the final night of that case, and it had been hard to realize she was asleep, and wake up, after spending almost a month believing herself married to Alex.
However, not even two months after she woke up she was actually married to Alex, her depression completely vanished and a bright future ahead of her. Alex's mother had been away since that night, and everything just seemed perfect in her life.
Some time after they got married, she and Alex had started talking about children. That's when their skies had gone back to gray. She had gotten pregnant twice in a little over five months, but had lost both babies to early miscarriages. She and Alex kept their hopes high, and, given the fact that they couldn't conceive, they had available resources to have a child who would be theirs genetically, even if Jen didn't go through the pregnancy.
She sighed, her thoughts returning to the task at hand. She climbed a flight of stairs and entered the bedroom. The victims were, like Alex had thought, posed in a rather macabre position. The image seemed strangely familiar to Jen, but she couldn't remember from where, maybe it was a movie or something.
She closed her eyes, trying to catch some brain waves left over. The brain kept working long after the heart has stopped, and the brain waves could stay in a room for weeks. This room contained some thoughts; Jen rapidly picked them up, trying to get an idea of what had happened there.
We never go out anywhere. This came from the woman.
I wonder when she got so boring. This came from the man.
Why couldn't we at least have children? The woman. Jen knew how that felt.
I have a lot of work to do tomorrow, that presentation and then the test for the new Ranger suit. The man again and Jen wondered what Ranger suit was he talking about.
We'll have to go out for lunch tomorrow. Woman.
I'll have to get back tomorrow to the lab first thing in the morning. Man.
Maybe we could take a vacation together. Wife.
How much will I have to pay this month for the electricity we've consumed? I've been working a lot at home lately. Husband.
What was that noise? Scared woman.
Oh, no, now she'll want me to go and check. Annoyed man.
Come closer, closer so I can do my job. Anticipating monster.
I wonder why I always have to-- Last thought of the husband.
What's taking him so long? AAAAH!! A mutant!! Oh, my God! He just killed-- Last thought of the wife.
Jen opened her eyes and walked out of the bedroom, going down the stairs towards the living room. Alex was standing there, talking to Major Logan. She approached them.
"Their marriage was falling apart," she said.
"Whose marriage?" Logan asked.
"Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins's," She said. "He didn't love her anymore, but she still loved him."
"How do you know that?"
"Thoughts from last night are still trapped in the room," Jen said. "She used the word 'we' when thinking and her last thought was 'oh, my God, he killed.'. The good doctor thought only about himself, not including his wife in any of his pondering. His last thought was a complaint. He didn't love her anymore, but she still loved him."
"How can you be sure about that?" Logan asked.
"The day I start thinking about my marriage in terms of 'him and me' instead of 'us', I'll know I have stopped loving my husband," she said, looking at Alex and taking his hand in hers. "Every time I think about something related to us, I use the words 'us' or 'we'. And so does Alex." She looked into her husband's eyes and smiled.
"I'll take off, I'm not a big fan of sweet talk," Logan said and accompanied his words with actions.
Alex wrapped his arms around Jen's waist, pulling her closer to his body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed. Since they had gotten married they had stopped having problems with showing the affection they had for each other in public. Jen remembered that four years before that day, Alex would have never kissed her the way he was doing it, in the middle of a crime scene.
"So, you've been checking if I think about us in terms of 'us' and not 'you and me'?" he asked playfully.
"Not really on purpose," she said, gazing into his eyes that shone romantically as they met hers. "But you broadcast!" she complained.
"So you think I always think about 'us' as an unit?" he asked, moving even closer to her.
She lifted her mouth to his ear and whispered: "Except when you are admiring my body. In those moments you usually refer to me as 'one hot heavenly creation'. And I have to admit, I think the same thing about you," her tone was sexy, hissing and she made herself sure her breath caressed the side of his neck while she talked.
This time he didn't blush slightly. He blushed furiously red, swallowed hard and the blood of his body traveled south with extreme velocity. Jen chuckled at his reaction. "Don't worry baby, I like it. I like the thoughts you have about my butt and about my curves and about my breast ." she continued enumerating the parts of her body he liked to stare at when he thought she wasn't noticing. As the parts of her body got more and more spicy, his blush just got redder and redder, and with all the activity in the south area, Jen wondered if there was any blood left in his body, beside the one he was using to blush and to.
"Alexander!" they heard his father call. They let go and Alex positioned his hands in a way his father couldn't notice the consequences of Jen's teasing. She crossed her arms, to hide her own arousal which was displayed in her breasts.
"Yes, Dad?" Alex asked as seriously as he could.
"I just got a call from our butler," his father said, his attitude was excited and his voice was happy. "She's back! And she's safe!" he told him, grasping his son by the shoulders and pulling him into a hug. Alex tried to stay as apart from his father as he could, and Jen snorted at her husband's situation.
"Who's back?" Alex asked his father, softly pushing away from him and breaking the embrace.
"Well, Alexander!" he said angrily putting his hands to his waist. "Your mother!" he continued.
Alex was left open mouthed and he glanced at Jen. All signs of happiness were gone from her face, and her lower lip was trembling. He took her hand, but her eyes still got tearful.
"Hey," he whispered, hugging her. "There's nothing she can do now."
"Look around, Alex," she whispered back in his ear so his father couldn't hear her. "She's already doing something."
To be continued.
