Hey everyone, I probably want have the next chapter until next Saturday or Sunday. I'll be leaving to go camping with my family tomarrow. Take care.

Jason was heading downstairs along with the other Jen. They were moving slowly until they could hear two voices shouting at each other. The two looked at each other before running down the stairs as fast as they could.

"It's your fault!" yelled Wes right into Eric's face, as he grabbed a hold of Eric's shirt collar.

"Well she wouldn't have taken off if you just told her in the first place, like I told you to..." remarked Eric, shoving Wes away from him.

Wes just laughed and looked at Eric angrily. "Since when do you know anything about relationships? It's not like you've ever been in one long enough." Wes eyed Eric, giving him a cocky smile. "How long were you and Taylor together, hmm?"

Eric appeared hurt by the remark, more hurt then he had thought he would be.

Wes laughed, feeling he had made his point. "You know nothing abut being in a relationship, it's no wonder things never worked out with you and Taylor," smirked Wes. He knew he was acting childish but he didn't care.

That did it, that's what set Eric off. He charged right at Wes in blind rage, grabbing him by the shoulders and throwing him against the wall. Wes hit his shoulder hard, groaning; he clutched onto it and looked Eric right in the eyes.

"That does it." Wes went right at Eric, charging, fists ready.

By the time Jason and the other Jen arrived on the scene, Wes and Eric had exchanged punches, kicks, and angry comments with one another. For a short moment Jason just watched as the two friends fought it out. Wes went at Eric with a right hook punch, hitting him from underneath the chin and continued with a left jab to the chest. Eric then went at Wes with a round kick to Wes's shoulder, followed by a front kick, which Wes blocked with his hands, just barely.

Jason looked over at Rocky and Justin who obviously had just been sitting there the whole time watching the two go at it. "ROCKY!" yelled Jason.

Rocky turned his head away from the fight and looked over at Jason. "What?" Jason just looked at Rocky, not able to believe he had let this happen. Rocky finally got the hint. "Oh. Right." He laughed slightly as he stood up and joined Jason to break up the fight.

Rocky grabbed a hold of Wes and pulled him back as best as he could, as Jason did the same with Eric. Both Wes and Eric struggled to get free, as both Rocky and Jason struggled to keep the two apart, which wasn't easy. Both men were strong fighters, but so were they.

"Let me go!" yelled Wes, as he tried to break free of Rocky's arms that were holding him back.

"Not until you chill out, man," answered Rocky, as he tightened his hold on him.

Wes and Eric continued to give dark cold stares at one another, as if they hated each other with a great passion.

"That's enough, you two!" Jason yelled. He had had just about enough of their childish behavior. "We can go on like this all day if we have to," declared Jason.

Jen looked over at Justin, who was sitting down on the couch. "How did this happen, anyway?" she asked. In the past it might have been normal for Wes and Eric to get into a fight, but they had become friends, so there had to be a reason that brought this fight about.

Justin shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Beats me, Wes comes in here yelling and calling Eric names. And the next thing I know they're arguing and then throwing each other around the room."

"One of you want to tell us what's going on?" asked Jason, looking over at Wes and then back at Eric. "Well?" he said when neither one answered.

After a few moments of silence, "It's his fault!" yelled Wes. He was angry with Eric, angrier then he wanted to admit. Didn't he understand he had his reasons for not wanting to tell Jen? Didn't he know this was hard on him, too? It wasn't like he intended to lie and hurt Jen.

"My fault? You're the one who lied to Jen, your wife.." announced Eric loudly. And Eric wasn't sure whether he was angry at the fact Wes had lied and not told Jen or whether he was angry about what happened to Tommy and the others, and was looking at something or someone to be angry about.

The front door opened. "Did we miss something?" asked Kim as she and Tommy walked into the living room.

The room was silent for a long moment, during which Wes got free of Rocky's hold around him. Feeling overwhelmed by his own emotions and uncertainty, he slumped down onto one of the chairs, burying his head into his arms, feeling the tears come. Had he done the right thing, lying to Jen? He wanted to believe he had; he had only been trying to protect her. He only had done it because he loved her so much. He just wasn't sure what to think. Jen had been so angry and hurt; she just couldn't believe he of all people lied to her. And fear began to set in. What if she didn't come back? What if she left him? He couldn't bear the thought of it. He couldn't lose Jen, not now, not with a baby on the way.

Eric had finally gotten free of Jason's hold. He wanted to be angry with Wes, but the way Wes was looking now…Maybe he had overreacted a bit. Said something he shouldn't have. Eric wasn't sure why he had gotten so angry at Wes. Wes had had no idea of what would happen; he had no way of knowing. He was only doing what he thought was best, by keeping it from Jen, trying to protect her. And Eric knew he probably would have done the same thing. Maybe things were just so messed up because they had all just learned what would have happened if things had gone differently; and now with Sy-Kee back, that was making things difficult. This was hard on all of them. Eric sighed as he slumped down onto the chair, and dropped his head down, running his fingers through his hair. He just hoped that he and Wes could work through this, and still be friends. He wasn't sure what he would do if he and Wes were no longer friends.

The others stood watching the two. This was going to be a difficult day to finish out, but things couldn't get any worse then they already were, right?

It had been hours since the fight between Wes and Eric had ended, and since Jen had taken off. She still hadn't called or made contact with anyone, which was starting to worry Wes. It wasn't like Jen to stay out this long without word, and although in the past she had taken off to blow off some steam she had only been gone for an hour or two, but now it had been three, with the minutes passing by.

Wes sat out on the porch looking out at the driveway, hoping at any moment he would hear his motorcycle and Jen would be home, back where she belonged. But the only vehicle that drove in was his father's limo; it hadn't been easy explaining to his father or Philips the situation about the three visitors. They had left out most of the details, only saying they were from an alternate universe and about Sy-Kee being on the loose. It hadn't been in anyone's heart to repeat the tragic story of their being here.

Wes sighed heavily, he tried not to look at his watch, but every passing minute seemed like a lifetime to him. It seemed like forever since he had seen Jen, held her in his arms, told her how much he loved her. A moment later he felt a shadow looking over him. He knew instantly who it was, as if there was some ghostly connection between them. "Are you going to yell at me too?" he sighed.

She smiled faintly at him, he reminded her so much of him. And he should, they after all were the same person, just from different realities. "No, I'm not going to yell at you. I think you've been through enough today," she said softly.

Wes didn't answer; his thoughts were still on Jen, wondering where she was and if she was okay.

"I understand why you did it, though."

Wes slowly turned around to look up at her. How could she understand, when his Jen didn't? Could it be because of what had happened to her? "You do?" he asked softly.

She nodded her head. "Yeah," she smiled. "You were only doing what you felt was right by not telling her, and she knows that..."

Wes gave a faint smile. "Thanks..."

She could tell he was concerned that Jen wouldn't come back, that he had lost her. She placed her hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing it. "She'll come back."

"How can you be so sure?" asked Wes. Right now he wasn't sure of anything.

She smiled at him, and for a moment it was almost too much for her to even look him in the eyes without feeling something. She wanted so badly to wrap her arms around him and never let go, but he wasn't hers and she wasn't his. She took a deep breath to hold back her tears. "Because she loves you..."

Wes smiled gently as he looked into her eyes. He knew this had to be very hard for her, being here, seeing him, and trying to talk to him, without seeing the one she had lost. It was probably the most difficult thing she had ever had to do. Wes wasn't sure if he was in her place that he would have been able to do the same. It seemed unbearable to him to even think about. And it hadn't been the first time she had to go through something like this. Wes thought back, remembering how long it had taken Jen until she could look at him without seeing Alex. "I'm sorry," he said.

"You didn't do anything wrong, it wasn't your fault..."

He nodded his head. "I know. But I'm still sorry. Sorry about what happened to you, to Tommy and Justin. Everything." He sighed. He didn't know what to say or do. He wished he could make things better for her and the others.

"Thanks," she smiled.

"I just wish there was something more I could do."

He wasn't sure how long he had been there watching her from the door, seeing her with the two little ones. It looked to be a perfect sight, a mother with her children, but there was something missing. That something missing messed it all up. Tommy sighed heavily; he wasn't sure how his other self had been able to do it. How does someone give up the woman they love along with never being able to watch their children grow?

He had not been able to give it up, and because of that he would always be haunted by his ghosts. He smiled faintly, watching as Kim tended to the twins, changing their diapers. He wondered how she was able to go on. He could tell it hasn't been easy on her, she missed him very much, as he missed his love very much and his unborn children. He was about to leave, when...

"Would you like to hold them?" he heard her call.

How long had she known he had been standing there? He was hesitant, not sure whether it would be a good idea. He knew once they destroyed Sy-Kee they would have to go their separate ways. It would only be harder at the end, but perhaps this was something he needed to do. Feeling uneasy and with mixed emotions he pushed open the door and walked all the way into the room, and sat down next to her on the floor.

The two boys, Tom and Trent, were sitting up smiling and giggling as they looked up at Tommy. Tommy smiled kindly at them; he wasn't sure what to say to them. He turned to Kim, realizing he didn't even know their names. "Wh-What are their names?" he asked. It was a hard question for him to ask, because he knew that had his Kim lived and given birth his children would have had the same names. He wasn't sure if he would want to know, but maybe it would help just to know, so he knew who to mourn for.

Kim smiled, she could tell this was difficult for him and it was hard on her too. She wondered if she would regret spending time with him, letting him spend time with her children. But wouldn't she regret that she hadn't? She wasn't sure. "This is Trent David Oliver," she pointed at the young browned hair boy with blue eyes. She then leaned over and picked up the other child, placing him into Tommy's lap. "And this little guy is Tom Samuel Oliver..." She stopped, looking into his eyes, as if waiting for his reaction.

Tommy smiled as he looked down at the smiling young boy with brown eyes. He knew it wasn't him that this child was named after, but he still felt something, maybe not for himself, but for the other him. The hero. He tried not to cry, but he couldn't hold back his own tears. He turned to Kim, feeling grateful, although this had been hard for him; maybe this was something he needed. "Thank you," he said softly.

Kim didn't answer, she just smiled and then put Trent on her lap, giving him a loving hug. For the first time in a long time she felt complete, she felt whole again.

Jason watched from a distance, just peering into the room a little. They all looked so happy together, like they belonged together. And although he felt a tad bit jealous, he was happy for them. But somewhere deep in his heart he had a feeling it wouldn't last…