"I've done all I can…….I'm sorry," said Dana, as she placed a large blanket over the body. Only she and Andros were in the room. It had been a few hours since they had arrived back on Earth and dropped Billy back off on Aquitar. Andros slightly nodded his head, feeling saddened by the death. He lightly gripped his sprung shoulder.
"I'll let Eric know, so he can contact the future. They should know…." Andros licked his lips.
Dana gave a faint smile. "He should be in room 207 getting the stitches for the cut on his head," answered Dana softly.
Andros nodded his head and started for the exit.
"How do you think Jen will take the news when she wakes up?" asked Dana softly.
Andros stopped just in front of the door, slowly turning around. He met her gaze. He licked his lips, taking a deep breath. "I don't know. I honestly don't know how anyone will be able to tell her…what happened."
Dana softly nodded her head.
Captain Mitchell found his son outside of the hospital staring up at the night sky. The night sky was covered with bright tiny stars and the moon was shining brightly. Ryan smiled; although the battle was rough and came close to ending his life, it was worth it. He was able to spend time with Billy and gain back some memories that he had lost from his childhood.
The ship had arrived on Aquitar; everyone but Ryan had said their goodbyes to Billy. The two cousins faced each other. "It was good seeing you, Billy..."
"It was good seeing you too. I'm glad to know you're safe now, and back with your family…" he replied.
Ryan smiled. "Speaking of being back with your family…"
Billy laughed softly. "I promise someday I'll come back. I just need some time to figure out how Cestra can live on Earth indefinitely."
"I'll be looking forward to that day. I'm sure Dad would love to have you on his team…"
"I'll remember that. And you make sure to tell Dana and your dad I said hi…"
"I'll be sure to do that…Now you take care, cuz….." Ryan put out his hand. First the two shook hands and then hugged each other goodbye…
"It's getting cold out, son. How about I take you home; you look like you could use the rest and I think Dana's going to be here a while longer…" said Captain Mitchell.
Ryan turned around to face his father. "Sounds good." Before the two started for the parking lot, Ryan took one last look at the night sky. "See you around Billy…"
Eric was sitting down on a chair while a nurse was stitching up the large cut on his head. He seemed to be twitching and turning his whole body, every time he felt his head get poked with the needle.
"Commander Myers, please, you have to sit still. Or I'll have to start all over. Again!" said the nurse strictly.
Eric just grumbled. If there was one thing he hated, it was being in a hospital. There were too many sick people, sharp tools, and other uncomfortable things. He'd rather bleed to death than be here, of all places. "Hey, watch it!" yelled Eric, as he felt the long pointy tool poke him again. His hands came close to grabbing the nurse by the wrists and pulling her away from him.
"…..I swear. I never thought this day would come," said a familiar voice. Eric looked up and saw Taylor walking into the room, laughing, with a smile on her face.
Eric just gave her a dirty look. "What?"
"I would have expected this from a child, but from you... I thought you were tougher then that…" Taylor laughed as she walked over and took a seat next to him.
Eric tensed up a bit as the nurse began to finish his stitches. "Yeah, let's see you get some stitches and see how you handle it, missy…"
"Been there, done that."
Eric gave Taylor another dirty look. "Show off…..Ah……HEY!!…" The nurse was just checking to make sure that the stitches were nice and tight.
"All done…..hopefully… You're free to go Mr. Myers……" said the nurse, giving Eric a brief smile and then leaving the room.
"She better hope she never runs into me again, because the next time I won't be so nice…" complained Eric as he began to rub the spot where his stitches were.
"Don't do that!" Taylor grabbed a hold of his hands, pulling them away from his head. "Unless of course you want the nurse to come back and have to start all over…" she said, glaring into his eyes.
Eric gave her a pouting look, but gave in. "……So when did you get here?" he asked.
"About an hour ago. It was really hard to find your room; no one was giving any information on where any of you were…I was beginning to think I came to the wrong spot."
"Yeah. I think Captain Mitchell wanted to keep it low key, keep the press out."
Taylor laughed. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. If I was resting from my injuries I wouldn't want to sign autographs."
Eric nodded his head, smiling. The two then looked each other in the eyes, glaring at one another. They started to lean closer, but both of them pulled back before their lips touched. Something was missing, something was gone, or just maybe it was never there. "This isn't working. Is it?" asked Eric, slightly dropping his head down.
Taylor sighed. "No it isn't, as much as I would like it to…"
Eric faintly smiled. "I guess the only reason I thought we were right for each other was because we're so much alike." He bit his lip.
Taylor smiled back. "No surprises, it would be like we already knew each other. I know. I felt the same way."
Eric sighed, staring down at the tile floor. "How did this happen? I thought for sure…"
He felt Taylor slip her arm around his back. "I know. I thought for sure too. I guess the only reason we got together was because we were in a time of darkness and thought it was the end….we…"
"Didn't want to have to die alone." finished Eric. The two turned to stare each other in the eyes, smiling lightly at each other. They finally had their talk, a talk they should have had a long time ago. There was a long moment of silence.
"I hope that this doesn't mean we can't still be friends. I don't want to totally lose you. I need to have someone around who can keep up with me…" said Taylor.
"I'd like that……Besides, I always wanted a little sister," grinned Eric, as he started to get up from his seat, knowing any second Taylor would come at him.
"…Who said I'm little! I'm four months older then you!" The two then began to chase each other around the room. Their fun was soon interrupted by Andros' entrance. The two stopped suddenly, almost tripping over each other when they saw Andros standing in the doorway.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have something very important to tell you, Eric," said Andros softly.
Eric glanced at Taylor and then back to Andros taking a deep breath. "Yes…?"
"Dana and the doctors did all they could, but they couldn't save him…..I would have waited until morning, but I thought you would like to contact the future, they would probably like to know…"
Eric nodded his head. "Right. Thank you for telling me."
With that said, Andros gave a brief nod and then left the two alone. The room was silent. Eric felt Taylor's hand on his shoulder. "You okay?" she asked.
Eric turned his head to face her; he gulped in a breath. "Yeah. I'm fine. I just can't believe he's gone…"
"Maybe it was for the best, considering what kind of life he would have had…"
Eric nodded his head. "We better head down to your truck; you brought it with you, right?"
"Yes, it's in my car."
"Good. I should contact the future tonight; they'll want to make arrangements…" Eric and Taylor then walked out of the room together.
"Jen…………." He moaned the name over and over softly. He felt a wet washcloth rub over his face gently. Slowly he opened his eyes. His vision was blurry. He wasn't sure where he was, or how he had gotten there. It was all blank to him. All he was sure of was that he was in pain and felt hot. He could feel that his ribs had been taped up and his right arm felt like it was in a sling. He blinked his eyes a few times and saw a glimpse of the person who had been rubbing the cloth over his face. She had blonde hair and looked vaguely familiar to him. "Dana..." he mumbled softly.
Dana looked down at his face and smiled; he was awake. He looked like he had been through a war, but he was going to make it. "Yes," she said softly.
"Where I am I?…Wait....Jen……..baby," he whispered, feeling himself drift back into sleep. Dana gently rubbed his forehead.
"Shh, don't speak, you need your rest. Your home, Jen, and the baby will all be fine," said Dana softly. Wes continued to fight off sleep, but soon he gave into the darkness and drifted away.