There weren't too many cars on the road. Wes would pass by one or two every so often. He had been out on the road now for almost two hours, just driving around, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary, but so far he had found nothing. And with each passing minute he felt that any hope of ever getting Jen back was very slim. More regret for the things they had said to each other out of anger.

It was getting harder and harder to see out the front window, due to the heavy rainfall. Wes couldn't remember the last time it had rained this long or this hard. He had the windshield wipers going at full speed, SWISH! SWISH. He yawned heavily, feeling as tiredness started to take him over. He had fought it back for the last hour. He kept telling himself that he would not rest until Jen was safe, but it seemed sleep was going to win this battle. Wes started to close his eyes, and for a few moments he drifted off to sleep. His car started to turn over into the other lane.

Wes jerked up quickly when he heard a loud honking noise. He quickly turned the wheel to avoid the truck, and just barely missed getting hit by it. Wes then tried to regain control of the car, as it slid against the wet road. It swerved left to right; just as Wes was about to pull back into his lane he saw a figure standing in the middle of the road, it was hard to make out who it was, and all Wes could see were two red dots. He quickly put his foot on the brakes to avoid hitting what he thought could be a deer or some other animal, he was too tired to tell just what it was. But due to the rain, the brake wasn't sticking and Wes's car went straight for a tree. The impact forced Wes to hit his head hard on the dashboard and then he zoned out, as whatever he had avoided started approaching him. Wes vision was a blur and doubled: what was it, he thought? Then everything went black.

The next morning everyone pretty much had gotten up and all headed straight for the living room. No one was really too hungry, knowing that in a few hours their new found friends, and perhaps an old friend, would be killed. There hadn't been too much conversation going on. No one knew what to say, they all seemed to want to avoid the question they were all pondering in their minds. Would they get Jen out okay?

Eric took a glance around the room as if to read everyone's expressions. Everyone appeared tired. Which wasn't surprising to him, he hadn't slept so great himself. And then something became clear to Eric. Where was Wes? Eric looked around the room again. Mr. Collins was sitting in his favorite chair, stirring his cup of coffee which he had been doing nonstop for the last five minutes, avoiding any eye contact with anyone. Kim, Jason and Rocky were on the couch feeding Trent and Tom. He also was very aware of Kim taking glances over at Tommy. He knew this must be hard on her, as well as on Tommy.

Tommy was sitting off in the corner with his head down. Eric knew he could never imagine the weight he had to carry on his shoulders, and now with this situation with Jen... Eric knew Tommy realized well enough that this deal with Sy-Kee was more than likely a trap, but what choice did they have? Eric then looked over at the other couch where Jen and Justin had been sitting. Both of them looked concerned and even depressed, not surprising after what they been through. He could also see the fear in their eyes; fear that they could die, before they could have a chance to make Sy-Kee pay for what he had done to them.

"Has anyone seen Wes?" asked Eric, breaking the silence.

Until that moment no one really had noticed that he was missing, come to think of it no one had seen him all morning.

"He's probably still in bed. I'll go check on him," said Mr. Collins, as he sat up and placed his cup of coffee down on the table. To tell the truth he was happy to get up and leave the room, and actually do something useful.

Collins knocked on Wes's door. "Wes?" No answer. "Wes, son, can I come in?" Still no answer. "Wesley, please say something. Everyone is really worried about you." No answer again. Feeling very concerned, Collins opened the door to Wes and Jen's room. He walked in, seeing that the bed was still made. He walked into the room looking around, and then his eyes caught the balcony doors, they appeared to be partly open. He walked over and opened the door, stepping outside onto the balcony. He looked down below and noticed that Wes's car was gone. The question was, how long had it been gone? "Oh Wes," sighed Collins, knowing very well his son must have sneaked out late in the night, it must have been him he had heard during the night.

Everyone watched as Collins slowly walked back into the living room. His face was concerned and weary. That was when everyone knew what had happened, he didn't even need to say it aloud. Wes had taken off and decided to go after Sy-Kee alone.

"Damn you, Wes!" yelled Eric as he slammed his hand on the table, making the lamp shake.

"Wait, Eric, your morpher. You should be able to track him," suggested Jen.

"Right." Eric raised his wrist up, pushed a few buttons.

"Unable to complete request." Eric tried this a few more times and he got the same response.

"He must have turned off his communicator and tracker," he sighed. "I knew one of us should have kept an eye on him. We all know how he is when it comes to Jen," muttered Eric. His eyes then fell on the other Jen. "No offence, but you…well you knew how he…your Wes was," Eric went on quickly, feeling somewhat unconformable.

Jen nodded her head, sighing. She knew all too well. "I know."

For the next few moments there was complete silence. There was nothing much any of them could do, except wait and hope.

"Isn't there anything we can do?" asked Kim.

"No, as much as I hate it all we can do is wait, either for Wes to contact us or for when Sy-Kee is ready to make the trade," answered Tommy.

"Maybe we should go with you…" started Jason, until Tommy cut him off.

"No Jase, too dangerous. And besides, without your powers you'll be in danger and there's not enough time for you and Rocky to go and get your morphers from the command center..."

"But you've fought without your powers before, several times," added Jason. He wasn't about to lose Tommy, not again.

"That's because I had no other choice, not to mention it was only my life at stake. I will not let another innocent life be taken by that monster. I-I...I couldn't stand to lose you twice..." Tommy bowed his head down. He knew Jason's intentions were well meant, but he would never be able to forgive himself if he lost his friends a second time to Sy-Kee.

"What about your life?" Jason then looked over at Jen and Justin. "What about theirs?" he asked.

"This is our battle, not yours," responded Justin.

Rocky in some ways still felt protective of Justin. "But Justin…you're just a kid..."

For a split second Justin saw what he once had lost with Rocky, his big brother, but things had changed now. He no longer was that Justin. "I'm not a kid anymore, Rocky. I've grown up." He put his head down, sighing. "Probably a lot more than I should be..."

Rocky didn't know what to say, because part of him knew Justin was right. He wasn't a kid anymore; a kid doesn't fight battles against monsters, aliens, or robots. Not many kids have seen or have been through all the things Justin had been through.

"And I promised my Wes that I would get Sy-Kee for him, even if I have to go down with him. I've never broken a promise, and I don't intend to start..." added Jen.

No one knew how to respond to the three. They all knew each of them had his reasons. But had they forgotten that it's alright to ask for help, or was there more to it? Maybe they all believed this was the way things should be.

The silence was broken when the front door was kicked down. Everyone turned around and found Wes in the arms of a CellBorg. But not just any CellBorg. Sy-Kee. Everyone quickly stood up and got into a fighting stance, Eric got himself in front of Collins, who was scared stiff to see his son in the hands of a murderous machine. Tommy, Jen and Justin drew their blasters, pointing them at the CellBorg.

"Let him go, Sy-Kee, it's us you want!" yelled Jen.

The CellBorg stared her down, along with the others. He then knelt down and placed Wes's limp unconscious body down on the floor. He slowly stood back up and raised his hands up, in surrender.

Everyone glanced at each other, giving confused and uncertain looks at each other. What just happened here?

"I'm not Sy-Kee, however I am - or was - his second in command, Cy-Core. Some of you may know me better as Frax or as Doctor Fericks, I believe..."

Jen's eyes lit up, it wasn't possible, or was it…