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This is only Alex's chapter right now, I've been trying to get them all
ready but he's the only one I've finished so I thought I'd just post it
first. The others will be coming, hopefully soon!
Mother Chapter Two- Alex
Alex sat at his desk in Time Force Headquarters, monitoring the timeline as usual. The rangers had no idea what they were doing back there, how much they were changing things. But how could they? They weren't even supposed to be back there.
He sighed and pressed a hand to his temple. His head was pounding. Not enough sleep, not with the events happening in the past. There was no way he'd rest now. But he was so tired . . .
He stood, stretching slowly. Since his injury he'd spent all his time at his desk, never going out on the street anymore. He missed it, but he wasn't too anxious to go back, not feeling the way he did. But he missed Jen . . . did she miss him? How come she never contacted him? He wasn't permitted too, with them being on mission, but surely she could have found some free time to talk to him.
He left the office and went down the hall to the officer's lounge. He would receive notice if anything happened to the timeline, he'd only be gone a couple minutes. Just long enough to get some coffee to keep him going.
He entered the lounge and went to the machine, getting a cup of coffee. He glanced at the calendar and noticed the day: Mother's Day. He hadn't even realized it was coming up. He took a sip of his coffee and found himself staring at the words on the calendar, losing himself in memories he hadn't thought of in a long time . . .
. . . He was three years old, walking silently down the hall to his mother's room. He stopped before her door, staring at it quietly. He held his blanket tightly, shaking slightly. He raised his hand and tapped on the door lightly, knowing she couldn't possibly hear him.
But the door opened almost immediately, and his mother knelt down, "What's the matter, honey?"
"I had a bad dream," he said quietly.
"Oh, it was just a dream, sweetheart," she said, "It's okay now. What was it about?"
He started to speak but then he remembered the monster from his dream and burst out crying, "Don't let it get me, Mommy."
She picked him up and held him close, "Alex, it's okay. Come on, come sit with me for awhile." She brought him into her room and they sat together on her bed. She held him tightly as he cried, and he slowly began to realize that she wouldn't let anything happen to him. His tears let up and he stopped crying, raising his head and looking at his mother's face. She smiled down at him, "Feel better now?"
He nodded.
She brushed the remaining tears away and smiled, "Do you want to go back to bed yet?"
He shook his head, and then rested it back on her chest, "No."
"Okay." He could hear her laugh a little, "Get comfy then, you can stay with me."
He curled up closer to her and closed his eyes, listening to the sound of her heartbeat. Nothing could get him as long as he was with her . . .
. . . He was five, holding her hand as he walked down the street, splashing in the puddles. His mother laughed and pulled at his hand, "You're gonna get yourself all muddy, Alex."
He ignored her and jumped in another puddle, then looked over at her and kicked some water onto her, getting mud on the pants of her uniform. She looked at him sharply, but couldn't hold back a smile. "What am I gonna do with you?"
He just giggled and twisted away from her. She held on tight and kicked up some water, splashing him . . .
"Alex, we're sorry, but your mother died."
Alex stared at the man quietly. Who was he anyway? What did he know? "What do you mean?"
"She's gone, Alex."
"Why? What happened?"
"Alex, you know she was very sick, right?"
He nodded, "She's always sick." She had been allot. He never knew what was the matter. She was just sick allot.
"Well, she got allot sicker, and she died."
"But why?" Tears came to his eyes as he thought about it, "Why?"
The man paused, "I'm sorry, Alex, I really am."
Alex couldn't stop himself as he started to cry. He knew eight was too old to cry, but he couldn't stop himself. He sat down on the floor, putting his head on his knees, and cried for a long time . . .
Alex came back from his reverie with a start as someone said his name. It was Captain Logan. Alex looked at the older man, "Sir."
Logan nodded, "Alex. You look lost, what're you thinking about?"
"Nothing." He gave the calendar another glance before starting to leave, "I have to get back to work, sir, really."
Logan frowned, but nodded, "Okay. Take it easy."
"I will." He nodded and left the room, heading down the hallway quickly. He entered his office and sat down again, turning on the screen. He sipped his coffee and didn't even notice it was cold.
Mother Chapter Two- Alex
Alex sat at his desk in Time Force Headquarters, monitoring the timeline as usual. The rangers had no idea what they were doing back there, how much they were changing things. But how could they? They weren't even supposed to be back there.
He sighed and pressed a hand to his temple. His head was pounding. Not enough sleep, not with the events happening in the past. There was no way he'd rest now. But he was so tired . . .
He stood, stretching slowly. Since his injury he'd spent all his time at his desk, never going out on the street anymore. He missed it, but he wasn't too anxious to go back, not feeling the way he did. But he missed Jen . . . did she miss him? How come she never contacted him? He wasn't permitted too, with them being on mission, but surely she could have found some free time to talk to him.
He left the office and went down the hall to the officer's lounge. He would receive notice if anything happened to the timeline, he'd only be gone a couple minutes. Just long enough to get some coffee to keep him going.
He entered the lounge and went to the machine, getting a cup of coffee. He glanced at the calendar and noticed the day: Mother's Day. He hadn't even realized it was coming up. He took a sip of his coffee and found himself staring at the words on the calendar, losing himself in memories he hadn't thought of in a long time . . .
. . . He was three years old, walking silently down the hall to his mother's room. He stopped before her door, staring at it quietly. He held his blanket tightly, shaking slightly. He raised his hand and tapped on the door lightly, knowing she couldn't possibly hear him.
But the door opened almost immediately, and his mother knelt down, "What's the matter, honey?"
"I had a bad dream," he said quietly.
"Oh, it was just a dream, sweetheart," she said, "It's okay now. What was it about?"
He started to speak but then he remembered the monster from his dream and burst out crying, "Don't let it get me, Mommy."
She picked him up and held him close, "Alex, it's okay. Come on, come sit with me for awhile." She brought him into her room and they sat together on her bed. She held him tightly as he cried, and he slowly began to realize that she wouldn't let anything happen to him. His tears let up and he stopped crying, raising his head and looking at his mother's face. She smiled down at him, "Feel better now?"
He nodded.
She brushed the remaining tears away and smiled, "Do you want to go back to bed yet?"
He shook his head, and then rested it back on her chest, "No."
"Okay." He could hear her laugh a little, "Get comfy then, you can stay with me."
He curled up closer to her and closed his eyes, listening to the sound of her heartbeat. Nothing could get him as long as he was with her . . .
. . . He was five, holding her hand as he walked down the street, splashing in the puddles. His mother laughed and pulled at his hand, "You're gonna get yourself all muddy, Alex."
He ignored her and jumped in another puddle, then looked over at her and kicked some water onto her, getting mud on the pants of her uniform. She looked at him sharply, but couldn't hold back a smile. "What am I gonna do with you?"
He just giggled and twisted away from her. She held on tight and kicked up some water, splashing him . . .
"Alex, we're sorry, but your mother died."
Alex stared at the man quietly. Who was he anyway? What did he know? "What do you mean?"
"She's gone, Alex."
"Why? What happened?"
"Alex, you know she was very sick, right?"
He nodded, "She's always sick." She had been allot. He never knew what was the matter. She was just sick allot.
"Well, she got allot sicker, and she died."
"But why?" Tears came to his eyes as he thought about it, "Why?"
The man paused, "I'm sorry, Alex, I really am."
Alex couldn't stop himself as he started to cry. He knew eight was too old to cry, but he couldn't stop himself. He sat down on the floor, putting his head on his knees, and cried for a long time . . .
Alex came back from his reverie with a start as someone said his name. It was Captain Logan. Alex looked at the older man, "Sir."
Logan nodded, "Alex. You look lost, what're you thinking about?"
"Nothing." He gave the calendar another glance before starting to leave, "I have to get back to work, sir, really."
Logan frowned, but nodded, "Okay. Take it easy."
"I will." He nodded and left the room, heading down the hallway quickly. He entered his office and sat down again, turning on the screen. He sipped his coffee and didn't even notice it was cold.