Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction based on the television series, Captain Power and the Soldiers of the Future. It is not intended to infringe on the copyrights of Landmark Entertainment Corporation or anyone else who may have legal rights to the characters and settings. I only own Ella.

Burning

Heat.

That was the first thing Jonathan felt when he sat foot into what had once been their base, their home. Now it was just a pile of rubble, torn wires and broken steel.

And her grave.

A grave she had to share with a monster. This was a thought he couldn't bear. He had to do something about it. Even though he knew there was probably nothing left to find of either Jennifer or that thing, he had to try. He owed it to her.

So he started walking. After a few moments, he began to realize the full force of the power core's detonation. Before, he could have been – and in fact had been, by Matt – dropped off blindfolded anywhere in the base and still would have found his way in complete darkness. Now he barely recognized his surroundings. It seemed like a completely different place, like so many of the destroyed cities. And the heat made it hard to concentrate.

The temperature of the firestorm that had raged through the rooms and corridors must have been infernal. Hell, he could even feel the heat through the soles of his boots. It came at him from all sides. Maybe parts of the base were still on fire. Understandable, with all the damage the fire extinguishing system would be out too. But he couldn't bother with that now.

He had to get to Jennifer. Nothing else mattered.

I love you, Jon. So much.

Her final words kept repeating over and over in his head, along with the same questions. Why hadn't he answered her? Why hadn't he told how he felt?

You think of me sometimes.

As if he could ever forget her. Over the past months, she'd been on his mind more and more. Small things, like the way she held her spanner when working on the jumpship or the way she turned a page while reading a book had started to stand out. And finally, when her fingers accidently had brushed his hand while they took their places in the charging station, it felt more electrifying than the charging itself.

Just like the kiss she'd given him back in the desert. Sometimes he thought he could still feel her lips on his cheek, the last time only a few hours ago, Jonathan knew it was impossible, and yet he would swear every oath that it happened. And that he heard her voice.

It was getting harder and harder for him to breathe. He tugged at the collar of his uniform, to get it a little bit away from his throat. It didn't help much, but he felt it giving in at least a little. Jon wished he could take off the suit, but there might still be clickers around. He'd just be too vulnerable. Though standing up to them in his birthday suit might surprise them enough for him to take them all out.

The thought amused him so much that he started to snicker. Which made him realize that he might be in more trouble than he thought. He needed to cool down. Now.

The showers. He had to find the showers. There might be some water left in the pipes he could use to cool down.

As he slowly made his way towards the showers, he suddenly heard voices coming down the hallway.

"…went this way?"

"Very sure. I saw him just a minute ago."

"Damn. We need to find him quick. Otherwise…"

"I know."

Damn. So there were others here. Why hadn't he noticed them earlier? Didn't matter now, he had to distract them. Looking around, he grabbed a piece or rock from a heap next to him and threw it in the direction he'd come from.

"What was that?"

"Came from over there. Let's hope that's him."

He heard their footsteps hurry away from him, down the corridor, and leaned against the wall in relief, only to jump away as the heat once again struck him.

Showers. Right, cool down, then find Jennifer. One step after the other.

As he walked down the corridor, away from the people looking for him, he tried to remember the happy times with her.

How her eyes shone in the light of the Christmas tree. How perfect, how right it had felt holding her in his arms as they danced. How she had blushed. And how he couldn't take his eyes off her.

She had given him so much without knowing or ever asking for anything in return.

And he hadn't been able to say the one thing she needed to hear when she needed to hear it. Now he would never be able to tell her.

Sweat was getting in his eyes, making his journey even harder. He could barely see where he was going. Then suddenly, he slammed into something. A solid, dark heap of… something.

"Damn rock," he said. The rock was keeping him from getting to where he needed to go.

"Jennifer, gotta find Jennifer," he said, bent his knees and lifted the rock from the ground. It came off with a weird squeaking sound. Jon just dropped it to the ground and walked on.

"Have to find her," he repeated to himself as he walked. Or tried to walk. Moving that rock had cost him what little strength he had left, Jon's legs gave out under him, and he fell to his knees.

It didn't matter. He would crawl if he had to. There were just two things on his mind. A name, and a pair of icy blue eyes. For a second he thought he'd hear her voice calling out to him. But that couldn't be. That sweet sound was silenced forever.

He dragged himself forwards a few more moments, then his body finally gave out. The heat had become unbearable. He must be very close to the fire now. Soon, either the smoke or the flames would finish him.

Jon rolled onto his back. He had failed her. Again.

"I'm sorry, Jennifer. I tried to find you."

"And you did," a gentle, soft voice said as a blur appeared above him. Slowly, his vision started to focus again.

On those icy blue eyes that he missed so much.

"Jennifer," he whispered as tears spilled down his cheeks.

"You found me," she said. "You can rest now. Everything is gonna be alright."

Something cool touched his cheek tenderly. He leaned into it and tried to fight the darkness creeping into his vision.

He wanted to look into those beautiful eyes as long as possible. He tried to lift his hand, but it fell limply onto his chest. The darkness came closer and closer. Jonathan knew he only had seconds left, and there was one thing left to do.

"I love you, Jennifer."

"I love you too."

It was the last thing he heard before darkness swallowed him.