Disclaimer: Still don't own Power Rangers. Still love the series.

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Heartache

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Every step that she took reminded her of him. Every time she looked at the ring on her finger she was reminded of him. Every breath that she took, every glance at the morpher on her wrist, and every flash of red reminded her of him. It was all encompassing. The way that each fiber of her being rejected the idea of forgetting about him. In some ways it romantic, the idea that she'd never forget him.

But right now, it was only painful. The hatred, hurt and despair consumed her on a daily basis.

It bled into everything that she did. She saw her team and the only thing she could think of was how to prevent another tragedy from happening. She looked around the city, her new temporary home, and thought of how they had protected their home together. Just the idea of home was another to send her waves of helplessness and misery.

It didn't help that every day she saw the biggest reminder of what she lost.

It wasn't Wes' fault; realistically she knew this. He was trying to adapt to a situation that anyone would have trouble with, and none of his mannerisms were even close to Al-

Stop.

Breathe.

It wasn't Wes' fault. But every time he smiled, she was reminded of some of the best times in her life. Every time that he morphed, she saw another man. A man she loved. A man she lost.

A man she'll never see again.

In some strange way, being in the past helped ease the pain. Wes was constantly there, as were the teammates they had shared, but having a mission to focus on and not having to go back to her apartment, the apartment they had shared, having somewhere else to clear her head helped the gut wrenching heartbreak turn into conviction.

She would bring Ransik in. It was her mission. It was her duty. It was the only way she'd get revenge.

And she would. She would get revenge on the man who took away the most important person in her life. The person who helped find her purpose. Being part of the Time Force was so ingrained into her sense of self at this point, that she couldn't imagine anything else she would rather do. She knew that he wouldn't want for her to lose herself to the rage and vengeance that she feels sometimes. All of the time. But she couldn't help it. Her constant companion was her anger and her sadness. It crushed her.

It consumed her.

She only hoped that her friends would help her combat the pain. She had to be strong for them. However she forgot sometimes that not only were they relying on her, but that she could rely on them.

Perhaps, with time, she could even learn to rely on Wes as well.

And perhaps, with more time, she could let him go.

Let Alex be in peace.

A/N: After a long hiatus, this fic had resumed! My goal is to finish these drabbles and try and rekindle some of the creative juices. Due to this, some of the next drabbles might be a bit rough and I haven't decided yet about going back and editing the old ones yet. However, I'd like to thank anyone who has stuck with this fic through the long wait. I hope to have another one done within a few days.

Next prompt: Wired

Thank you and until next time!