Jen came to a full stop, when something caught her eye. She hopped off the motorcycle and took off her helmet, setting it down. She walked up to what were the remains of the clock tower, where most of the foundation had been cleaned up by now. But the place had been too unstable to rebuild the once proud clock tower. This had been her home for close to a year, but it had been destroyed due to an attack by the cyclobots. Wes and Eric had barely escaped with their very lives. Wes... she thought. She was so angry with him. He had lied to her. She sighed heavily, remembering his words.

"Yeah, I lied. But don't tell me you wouldn't have done any differently had it been you instead of me."

Was he right? Would she have done the same thing? She wanted to believe she wouldn't have, but as she repeated his words over in her mind, she knew she would have. She would have done whatever it took to protect him even if that meant getting herself killed or even lying to him for his own protection.

Jen bowed her head down, sighing, remembering a time when she had lied to Wes's face. Her morpher had been stolen by Steelix; he had told her not to go anywhere alone unless he or one of the others was with her. She had said she wouldn't, but almost an hour later she had taken off on her own and because of that Steelix had given her some kind of drug, and she had nearly tore Wes apart. Luckily Wes had been able to break her from the spell. And despite all that he had never been angry with her, not even when she made him the bad-tasting cookies.

She then began to regret what she had said to him; he had only been doing what he felt was the right thing. Now it was time for her to do the right thing. She turned back around and started to head back over to the motorcycle, until she felt herself being pulled back.

Someone or something had grabbed a hold of her wrist. It felt cold and hard…that's when she knew what had grabbed her wasn't human. She turned her head around and found herself face to face with those red glowing eyes that had been haunting her dreams. "Sy-Kee," she spat.

Sy-Kee laughed as he tightened his grip around her wrist. "Hello, you must be the Jen of this world. I'm sure you have heard the stories from your double, about the demise of her lover..." he hissed.

"You bastard!" she yelled, moving her free arm up, forming her hand into a fist getting ready to make contact with his face.

But Sy-Kee had been ready; he grabbed her other hand, forcing it down before it even came close to hitting him. He snickered as she tried to break free of his hold on her. Sy-Kee then threw her back and Jen rolled to the ground. She lay on the ground dazed; she started to push herself up until she saw what she never thought she would see again. Cyclobots began to surround her. How was this possible? Only Frax could have created the Cyclobots, and he was dead. Or was he?

Sy-Kee laughed at the sight of her shocked face. He watched as she pushed herself up and got into a fight position. Jen looked around, there was no way out, the Cyclobots had circled around her. Her eyes then fell onto Sy-Kee and that when it hit her. Sy-Kee had copied technology from Frax's remains, which meant he could be capable of recreating the Cyclobots.

"Aren't you going to morph, Jennifer?" mocked Sy-Kee.

Jen stared down at her wrist where her morpher was. She knew she should, but it hadn't been working due to her pregnancy. Jen gulped in, she could feel her heart racing, if she ever had been scared she sure was now. "Come on! Please work…" With her left hand she pressed on the button, but nothing happened. Jen bit her lip, as she looked back up at Sy-Kee and the robots that were surrounding her. She would have to fight them on her own; there was no time to call for help. She locked eyes with Sy-Kee. "I don't need my powers. I can take all of you out on my own!" she roared, as she looked to her left and side-kicked one of the Cyclobots in the chest, then grabbed a hold of one of the others by the arm. She twisted the arm around forcing it around the robots back, then kicking it to the ground.

But the Cyclobots from behind her began to gang up on her, grabbing at her. Jen tried to force them off of her, but was unsuccessful. The other robots soon joined in and grabbed a hold of her arms and pulled them behind her back. They then brought her over to Sy-Kee, face to face. Sy-Kee raised his hand and then stroked her cheek. "Looks like I win," he hissed.

"My friends will come looking for me!" she spat, looking at him sharply.

"I'm COUNTING on it, and you're going to help me make sure that happens." He stepped closer to her and then looked down at her belly, seeing the little roundness to it. "Because if I know him like I do, he'll come for you and when he does..." He laughed.

Jen felt a shiver go down her spine, as her heart began to race. Her eyes widened in fear.

Sy-Kee laughed, knowing now he had her attention. "Well, let's just say history has a way of repeating itself," he hissed.

"You aren't going to lay a……." She cried out loudly, not being able to finish her sentence. Sy-Kee had grabbed a hold of her chin, pressing it hard.

"Silence! You are in no position to defy me, that's if..." He looked down at her belly once again. "You don't want anything to happen to your child…" laughed Sy-Kee.

Jen knew it was one thing to put her own life in danger, but she couldn't do that now, not with a child on the way. She would have no choice but to listen to Sy-Kee.

Wes had not moved from where he had been sitting outside for hours. He stared out into the distance, watching as the cars and trucks passed by the long driveway. He wasn't sure how much time had gone by; two or three hours? Maybe more, it didn't seem to matter. It felt like a lifetime had gone by since he had seen Jen. Wes sighed heavily as he dropped his head down.

Eric sighed as he slowly walked over to Wes. It had been hours since the fight with Wes. He couldn't help but feel for the guy. Wes looked like he had just lost his best friend, looking so down and depressed. And part of that had been his fault. Eric knew he hadn't really been there for Wes, to understand what he was going through; that was until now. Now he understood Wes had only been doing what he thought was right. For better or for worse, what was done was done. "Hey," said Eric softly as he walked around Wes and sat down next to him.

Wes didn't look up at Eric, just answered with a simple, "Hey..." He said it all too softly.

The next few minutes were full of complete silence, as if they were two strangers, or two best friends who had gotten into a huge fight. In the past Eric probably would have welcomed the silence. But now it seemed unbearable to him to the point where he couldn't stand it. Eric knew he would have to be the one to make the move; Wes was too content in the silence. "I'm sorry about blowing off at you. I-I guess I was just scared."

Wes smiled faintly at that. He never thought of Eric being the type that gets scared. "You scared?" Wes sighed. Even the bravest of us gets scared, and with what they'd all been through... Wes turned and looked at Eric. "I guess I never took you for ever being scared. I'm sorry too, about what I said, you and Taylor."

Eric smiled back. "Thanks." Both of them let out a sigh of relief, as if a weight had been lifted off their shoulders. A few moments passed until Eric spoke up again. "We saved you some dinner; you should come in and eat. Your dad's starting to worry about you."

Wes smiled faintly. "Thanks. But I'm not really hungry."

"Wes, you've haven't eaten all day. She'll come home, believe me she will. Jen may be upset, but she's not that upset." When Wes didn't respond Eric placed his hand on Wes's shoulder. "Tell you what, you come on inside and eat something and then after you're done, I'll go help you look for her. What do you say?"

Wes thought about it for a few moments. He was hungry. And if he didn't eat something soon he felt like he was going to pass out. He turned to Eric, finally giving in. "Alright..."

"Good. Because if you didn't, I was under orders to bring you in kicking and screaming," smiled Eric.

Wes chuckled; it was on very few occasions that Eric was ever funny. "Oh, you're funny." Eric was about to respond as the two stood up when Wes's morpher beeped. Both of them looked at each other, knowing it could only be one person. "Jen! Thank God, I was starting to worry," said Wes into his morpher.

"Wes..."

Wes and Eric looked each other in the eyes, something in the sound of her voice wasn't right. It sounded frightened, even petrified. Wes could feel his heart racing. What was wrong?

"Jen, are you okay? Where are you?" he asked. When they didn't hear her respond, they really started to worry. "JEN!" Wes called out loudly into the morpher.

"Hello, rangers. Remember me?"

Wes's eyes widened up. His heart felt like it had skipped a beat. He knew that voice all too well. Jen was in big trouble.

Eric felt sick to his stomach, but he knew he had to be strong; Wes needed him more than ever. Eric gripped Wes's shoulder letting him know he was there for him.

"Let her go, Sy-Kee, or I swear I'll rip you apart one piece at a time!" roared Wes, trying to hide all the fear in his voice.

"You're in no position to make threats. So I suggest you shut your mouth, listen, and listen well. I call the shots from here on in, that's if you value her life. Do we have an understanding?"

Wes and Eric looked at each other; they didn't seem to have much of a choice, Jen was far too important to both of them to lose her now.

"Yes. I'll do whatever you say, just please don't hurt her," said Wes softly, feeling himself begin to break down.

"Good. I thought you might…"