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Ch 2 up…Lance asked about his father…what will Jen tell him?

Enjoy!

Steph

1000 Years Away

Lance woke up the next morning to smell pancakes and bacon cooking. He got up and put on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants and walked into the kitchen. His suspicions were confirmed as the sound of batter was heard falling into the pan, with an occasional clump. Bacon sizzled in the skillet as Lance poured himself a cup of orange juice.

"Hi Mom." He sniffed the air. "Is that pancakes and bacon?" he asked.

Jen grabbed the plateful of pancakes and set them down on the small table. "M&M pancakes to be exact. Fresh bacon, too." Jen smiled. Lance eyed the food hungrily. He sat down and grabbed a fork and knife.

"Looks good, Mom. Did you actually cook this?" Lance said as he took a bite of pancake.

"Har har. Very funny. Yes, I did actually cook this." She said as she matched his tone. Jen took a sip of juice.

"So what are we doing today?" Lance asked.

Jen shrugged. "What do you want to do today?" she asked.

Lance's eyebrow shot up. "Could you teach me how to shoot a blaster?" He asked hopefully.

Jen nearly spit out her drink. "What?" she coughed.

"Teach me how to shoot. Being the son of the Pink Ranger has its enemies too, ya know." He said as-a-matter-of-factly.

"All right, you want to learn how to shoot, then I'll teach you." Jen said. Lance was just about to cheer when she added in quickly. "but not with a real blaster. We'll use one that I use to train the cadets on shooting, the paint filled ones."

Lance sighed. Jen laughed. "Do you think I'd really let you use a real blaster?"

"Yes." He said.

She laughed again. "Nice try. I'll give you an A for effort, kiddo. Finish up and get dressed."

Within minutes, Lance was dressed. Jen was sitting on the couch when he walked out. His hair still looking like he woke up.

"Lance, go brush your hair." Jen said.

"But I all ready did!" He protested. "I have wild hair."

Jen just shook her head. "Come on."

The two got up and went out to Jen's car.

Two hours later

"Wow. I never knew shooting a blaster had so much things to know." Lance said. He had spent two hours with his mother learning how to shoot a Chrono blaster.

"Yep. Now you know what it's like to be a cadet." Jen said.

"And I know how they feel when they are put through your lectures, too." Lance challenged.

"What did you say?" Jen questioned.

"Nothing." He said quickly. A smile ran across Jen's face.

"I think you said something." Jen said.

Lance put a mischievous smile on his face. "You'll have to catch me first!" He bolted off toward the park.

"That can be arranged!" Jen called and began chasing her son across the park. Both were laughing. Jen finally caught up with him. Both fell to the ground laughing.

"You know, Mom. For 28 years old, you're in shape." Lance said.

"What's that suppost to mean?" Jen asked.

Lance shrugged. "Nothing." His eyes followed the ice cream truck as it drove down the path. "Can we get some ice cream?" He asked.

Jen smiled. "Sure. Why not?"

They got on line and soon got their ice cream. Lance got lemon-lime shots, while Jen got a water ice.

They spent the rest of the day in the park. By 8:30PM it was dark. After a quick decision, they decided to go see a movie. Their night was much like the other night, except they got home earlier.

Lance was greatly enjoying the time with him Mom.

The next day

Lance woke up to find his mom dressed in her uniform. He knew his mom never was dressed in uniform unless something happened which couldn't be avoided. He knew something was up.

"Mom, is everything okay?" Lance asked. Jen turned to face him, her eyes were red. She walked over to him and put her hands on his shoulders.

"Lance, son. Go get dressed, and hurry." Jen said. Her voice was firm. Lance was about to ask why, but decided against that. Something in her voice said trouble.

Ten minutes later he immerged wearing a pair of jeans, a white tank top with an unbuttoned red shirt over it.

"Are you in something comfortable?" Jen asked. He nodded. "Good. Go watch some TV." Jen said.

Lance definitely knew something was wrong. His mother wasn't cheerful as she normally was in the morning. But once he turned on the television, he knew why.

"In other news, King Elementary was attacked last night by a raid of mutants. A classroom was ripped to shreds as books and chairs were discarded like toy cars, thrown all around the room. The chalkboard had a message carved into it by means of nails. Time Force is withholding the message now. More on this story at 5."

King Elementary is where Lance went to school, and the classroom that he was in was the room that was broken into. He had a feeling that his mother knew exactly want was written on the chalkboard.

"Come on, Lance. We're going to my office for something." Jen said. Her voice was monotone.

Lance didn't protest, only followed his mother.

Later

Lance walked into Time Force to find it full of action. Officers were running around all over the place. Jen led Lance up to her office and told him to get comfortable. He could even play games on her computer. She had some things to do and told him if he needed her to tell Alice and she'll be contacted. Jen kissed her son and left abruptly.

Lance sat around her office and looked at some things. Her plaques, some pictures, even her desk calendar. But Lance was bored. He walked over to the printer to get some paper to draw when he knocked a picture off of Jen's desk. It was the one with the man he knew only as the Red Ranger. But there was something written on the back of the picture.

Lance sat on the floor and looked at the pictures inside the frame. They were old, no doubt. The dates were from the year 2001. His knowledge told him these were from his mom's trip back in time. But the one that had writing on it was of one man. Lance read the message, his eyes opened wide.

Jen-

I want you to have this in order to remember me. I know you gave me your badge, So here I am giving you my High School ring as a forget-me-not. I remember that you were happy with this picture, because it always made you laugh. Now I'm hoping it'll help you remember all the times we had together. I'm only sad it ended so soon. I love you more then time itself.

With all my heart,

Wes

Lance studied the picture of Wes. His hair brown with blonde highlights and soft blue eyes. He took his recent school picture and placed it next to Wes's and stared at it for the next twenty minutes. He looked a lot like Wes. His eyes were blue, his hair dirty blonde. Only Lance's was darker.

But Lance was told his dad was Kevin Boston, the man who left his mother for someone else. But Lance looked nothing like Kevin at all. So why is it that Lance and Wes looked so much alike? His mom once mentioned something about looking like people that were born almost 1000 years ago, and that it was possible. But something in the back of Lance's mind told him there was more to it.

Just then Jen walked into her office. "Hey Lance. What are you doing on the floor?" she asked.

Lance sat up took Wes's picture. "Mom, who's Wes?"

Jen's faced turned pale. Just then the alarms went off.

"ATTENTION ALL TIME FORCE PERSONNEL! WE HAVE A BREECH IN SECURITY! I REPEAT! WE HAVE A BREECH IN SECURITY! ALL UNITS ARE TO REPORT TO LAUNCH PAD 2 IMMEDIATELY!" Captain Logan's voice called. Lance watched his mother's face turn.

Jen grabbed her son's hand. He still had Wes's picture in hand and shoved it in his pocket. "Run, Lance! Run!" She held his hand firmly as they twisted around and down stairs to reach the launch pad.

Just then an explosion rocked the building. A mutant came in, weapons fully loaded. He fired them as Jen and Lance ducked behind a crate, unseen.

Jen grabbed a backpack off of her back and opened it. She looked at Lance. "Lance, son, listen to me very closely. You see that time ship over there?" She pointed. Lance nodded. "Well, you're going to take this bag and when I say so run onto it. You're going to be taken to a safe place, away from Synakin. In this bag is some very important things. When you land, you're going to look for a man names Wesley Collins. He's the co-Commander of the Silver Guardians. He'll help you." Jen said. Lance finally realized what she said.

"You mean I'm going back in time?" He asked. His voice shook.

"Yes. It's the only way to protect you from him." Jen said. Tears glistened in her eyes,

He sniffed. "You're coming too, right?" He asked.

"Not this time. But I will get there as soon as possible. But find Wes. He'll help you. All right?" Jen said.

"I don't wanna go! Not without you, Mom!" Lance began to cry.

Jen did the same. "Please, Lance! Just go!" Jen grabbed her son and hugged him as she shook. She took off her uniform jacket and put it on him. "Take it. You'll stay warm." Jen securely put the bag on his back and looked from behind the crate. She grabbed his arm and scrambled for the ship. Shots were fired their way. Lance watched him mom draw and fire as she dropped to one knee. "Go Lance! Go now!" Jen ran toward him.

"No!" Lance cried out, but the door closed. He looked out the window at his mom; she stood there with tears streaming down her face.

Her voice came over the intercom. "I love you, Lance."

Lance banged his fists against the glass, but nothing happened. As the engines powered up he fell back, but got up in time to see his mother storm off and fight against the mutant. The last second she turned and looked at him, alone in the time ship. Lance watched as the ship lifted off the ground and approached the time portal. Colors were swirling around him as the ship entered the portal. Lance was shaking as a light was seen at the end of the tunnel.

Then everything went black.

ch 3 up soon…