A/N- Hopefully I will be able to regularly update for the time being, I have had a really hard time finding time to write. I am no longer in college, I am out for now, however I am working two jobs with a combined ninety hour weeks. Also, I don't own any of the Currently Owned Characters, However... I do own this plot, unless my demands are met... Full reinstatement of the show, or a time machine; either or will do. -Alex

October 23rd, 2001

04:30 A.M.

Eric was already getting annoyed at the blinking light, one moment it was blinking faster, the next slower he knew it meant he was getting closer than farther away. However Eric really couldn't understand how a civilization a thousand years in the future hasn't come up with a better way of tracking things.
"Screw this, I don't even know what I'm after right now."
Eric lazily pulled the steering wheel of his Suburban off to the right, and into a deserted parking lot. "Dammit Wes; you should have known better."
Eric stepped out of the driver's seat, and slammed the door to the vehicle so hard that the he thought the glass would probably break, and when it didn't he was a little surprised. "Hrmph, guess they make those decent still."
Eric started heading walking towards the park where he found Wes at days before with nothing but frustration on his mind.

Mr. Collins awoke to find that he was still next to Wes's hospital bed where he dose off earlier, and looked over to his son who was still unconscious. Wes looked anything but peaceful lying there on the bed, and it pained Mr. Collins greatly to see it, but he knew that Wes was getting all the care he possibly could.
It troubled Mr. Collins greatly that one of the last conscious things that Wes did was give them the letter, he wasn't mad when Wes did, but now looking back he did slightly feel jealous; this girl walks into his life and he falls so head over heels that the last thing Wes could think to do was give something to someone who wasn't even near him in any means.
Mr. Collins knew he was getting mad over pointless things, but he felt like he had the right to do so after all his son was lying on a bed with a maybe he will live, maybe he will die diagnosis, and the only thing that shed light on his life was in a single sealed envelope. "I love you Wes; but I'm sorry."
Mr. Collins pulled out a short wooden knife from his front left pocket and clicked it into the open position. He looked to Wes's bed one last time before pulling out his letter that was written undoubtedly to Jen, and with the utmost care slicing it open. It revealed a single price of thick paper, folded in half. Mr. Collins instantly recognized Jen's name planted squarely on the front of the fold, and braced himself for what his sons last words to anyone might be, and opened the letter.

Dearest Jen,

The chances of you reading this letter are very slim, but I felt as if I had to write it. It's been over two weeks since you left me standing on that sandy beach. Every day since then I have sat here and wished that I had you to hold. I wish I had said I love you sooner. Jen I know that in your time I have already died, but I can promise you one thing; I will not love another like I love you. I finally realized just how much you actually care for me when you came back to save me. Jen I went into that fight knowing that I wouldn't come out of it alive, but I knew that I would not stop fighting. Honestly I wasn't fighting for the future; I was fighting for you, because I can't bear the fact that if I didn't stop Ransik then the future would change, and you may have never gotten the chance to be, so I fought not because of my duty as a ranger, but I fought for you. Jen I want you to know that you have made me who I am, and I will now never change. You gave me the chance to be a part of your life, and I will never forget that. I know that I have told you that we can change our destiny over and over again, but without you here, my destiny is already written for me. Jen I wish you could have stayed, because the words I love you cannot describe how I truly feel about you.

My love for you knows no bounds, its timeless and endless. You enriched my life in more ways than I can ever express in words. Even though I never said it, I felt strongly connected to you the moment I looked into your eyes. I was drawn to your soul in a way I have never experienced before. You are the only one can see the door to my soul.

I will never forget you my love.
-Wesley Collins

By the time Mr. Collins had read Wes's name, he had been in tears. "I should not have opened that Wes. But now I know that your heart was in the right place." Mr. Collins carefully refolded the letter, and slid it back into its shelter. "I will try and do everything I can to make sure you see her again, until the end of my days Wesley, I promise you that."

A/N- So that was Chapter Eleven, I hope you all are enjoying it. Hopefully I will be able to update once a week or so, but I can't stick to that because I don't want to rush out a bad story. I'm always taking new ideas into consideration so; as always please leave some constructive criticism down below. -Alex