Reaching for Infinity (And failing)

by TFALokiwriter

Or Zurg makes it hard for Warp to properly grieve. And for himself, as well. Instead of Warp being pinned, it had been Buzz, and instead of the lair's explosion only causing Warp to lose a arm, it had been otherwise fatal. Instead of Buzz being sent away, it had been Warp. And it was all his fault.

7. Chapter 7

Nana looked out her window, a lone Space Ranger hanging out outside underneath the trees, staring, hands clenched. Who was it? They looked like a Space Ranger. Had to be one of her grandson's friend hanging around. It was always good to talk with someone who had known Buzz Lightyear far better than she had in his adult years.

The days where she had seen Buzz amounted to little so there were few memories that she had of him as a Space Ranger. The last time that she had seen him off duty was during graduation, before being a Space Ranger consumed his very life, watching him toss his hat into the air beside his partner Warp Darkmatter. Young men. That was all she had of her grandson being emotionally open, not busy, the last memory, being happy and alive.

The last that she had was forcing him to sit with Warp Darkmatter during thanksgiving last year during a party featuring her old colleagues from Star Command, Nebula accounted, the looks that the two men shared, pining. It reminded her of grandpa Lightyear, before losing Ion and his significant other, before they had Ion, when they were young, the looks they exchanged toward each other, holding hands, thinking it were platonic when in it's very nature it weren't; aged by time, affection, and respect toward one another, admiration.

Nana grew a broad grin then put on her shoes and departed the window. She was excited, something to do; apart from watching reruns, attempting to occupy her time on the fairly active farm instead of the automation. She ran out of the front door far as her long bony legs could carry her, determination riveting through her form, hurling her figure through the front lawn toward the tree heading in the direction of the notably tall grass.

The old woman came to a pause once realizing she were in the corn field. She scowled then turned around and went back out the way that she had entered, feeling around for the tree, until her hands landed on the hard bark, then she wandered. She held her hand out feeling for the tall figure. This side is due for a hair cut. Nana paused in her tracks once stopping on the paved road then looked up toward the sky searching for a Space Ranger. Any sign that there was one. Her features eased, the Space Ranger would come back.

It had to be the same Space Ranger that visited her place for three straight months.

The same one that her security cameras and doorbell picked up.