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TheDreamerLady—If you were confused, go back and re-read it again, Wes was in the clock tower for a stake-out to see who was really living there…any more questions feel free and send me an e-mail.

Wes's heart has been broken into pieces due to Jen's death. He pays a visit to his mother's grave and is told something that will change his thoughts about life.

If anyone can tell me what movie the title is from, I'll give you a cookie!

Chapter 4 up! Enjoy!

Music of the Night

"She's gone, Wes." Lucas said. Tears shown in the Blue ranger's eyes. "Jen's dead."

Wes collapsed into a nearby chair. His voice trembled with fear. "No…" he muttered. His head shook. "How? When?"

Trip held Katie tightly. "She was killed two years ago on a Recon mission to the Philippines."

Wes couldn't take it any longer. The woman he loved was gone. Jen was dead, and she wasn't coming back. "Was it painless?"

Lucas nodded. "Quick. She sacrificed herself for her whole unit. Took a hard bullet to the chest, as well as a few cuts along her upper body. But over all, it was painless."

The Red Ranger got up. "I'll be…" he didn't finish his sentence, but walked out of the room.

That left the four other rangers in the conference room. Lucas moved over to the window and looked out while Katie cried on Trip's shoulder. Eric walked out of the room and into his office. No one ever saw him cry. He had known Jen well, but not as well as the others did. He and Jen never talked that much.

But Jen was dead, and none of that mattered anymore. She was a friend to Eric. Okay, maybe he thought she was more then a friend.

A tear slipped down his face at the thought of his fallen Ranger. "You can't be dead, Jen." He whispered. "Wes needs you."

A few days later

Wes had locked himself up in his office since he had heard of her death. He buried himself under a mountain of paperwork to keep himself occupied.

Eric had enough of this. "Come on, Wes we're going out for lunch." He pulled Wes to his feet and dragged him to the near-by diner.

"Eric," Wes pleaded. "I can't go there. Jessica…she…she…"

Eric shoved Wes down into the booth. "Too late."

Jessica saw the two sit down and walked over. "You two again?" she placed the napkins down on the table and smiled at Wes. "I thought I got rid of you two" she teased.

Wes looked into her eyes. She was so much like Jen. "I'm sorry, I can't." Wes jumped up and ran out of the door.

"Wes!" Eric called. "Wait! I'm sorry to run like this."

Jessica looked sad. "Is it me?"

Eric shook his head. "No, it isn't you. His girlfriend was killed two years ago, and today was their two year anniversary."

The waitress looked down at the ground. "Oh, I'm sorry. Tell him that I hope he feels better and if he needs someone to talk to, he knows where to find me." Eric nodded and ran after Wes.

Jessica glanced at Wes, a tear streaked down her face.

At the cemetery

Wes walked slowly among the graves. It was so quiet here, but the souls of many still talked. Wes usually came here to think about his mom, or someone else. He walked in front of a small stone and read the words on it.

JASMINE ALEXIS COLLINS
Loving mother and husband
1965-1985

He sniffed as he read his mother's name. "Mom, what I wouldn't give to talk to you again. I could use some advice now."

He thought about what happened all those years ago. His mother and father argued a lot over what Wes's future would be. His mother was a physician and wanted him to pursue a career in medicine. His father wanted Wes to take over his company that was becoming famous.

But Wes's parents fought, and one evening his mother ran. That was the last time he ever saw her. She was struck down by a drunk driver and killed on impact.

"In the future, that's where Jen's buried." Wes turned around to see Katie standing there, obviously coming to visit her friend.

Wes cracked a smile. "At least they can get to know each other. Now I can visit the two women I love." He looked at Katie, her eyes red. "God, I miss her so much."

The Yellow Ranger pulled him into a hug. "Me too, Wes. She was like my sister. But all we can do now is remember her and the great deeds she did for this city."

Wes nodded sadly, his heart breaking. The two rangers soon separated as Wes headed towards the beach.

At the beach

Wes sat in the sand as a cool breeze swept over his burning cheeks, cooling them. He always liked the feeling of sand between his hands. It just flowed so smoothly.

He gazed over the horizon as another blast of winter came over him. It was unusually warm for this time of year.

But that didn't matter.

He imagined what she looked like. Jen would be wearing a flowing white dress, her hair down, and eyes shining. All of the fallen officers she knew surrounding her, saluting her for the brave action she took.

"Jen…" his voice was stolen by the wind. He rested his head against a rock as another cool breeze swept over him.

He sat there for hours just gazing over the water. Eventually he found himself at home and lying on his bed when someone knocked on his door.

"Wes," a voice cooed. He opened his eyes to see her in front of him, Jen's white dress flowing behind her as trumpets sounded. "Wake up, Wes."

His vision finally cleared. "Jennifer?" he asked in amazement.

She smiled. "Yes, Wes. I'm here." Jen saw tears developing behind his eyes. "Shh, don't cry Wes." Her warm hand cleared his eyes.

"Oh god. Jen…" Wes muttered. He reached for her hand, but he went right through her. "Are you…"

"Think of it as I'm in another place, where I can watch over you for years to come." Jen smiled at him.

"Why, Jen? Why?" Wes pleaded.

"It's my job, Wes. I had to. It was either me, or twenty of Time Force's best officers." Jen said.

Wes's eyes lined with tears. His one true love was here, but he would never be able to hold her again. She was nothing but a spirit. Trumpets sounded again as she glanced up towards the clouds.

"I have to leave you now, Wes." Her warm hand caressed his cheek again. "I'll always be with you, Wes. Just look up in the night air and you'll see me. Close your eyes, and I'll be there with you. All you have to do is listen to your heart. Listen for the music of the night, Wes. That's where I'll be."

Wes let out a sob. "Please don't leave me, Jen. Please." His voice trembled. "I need you, Jen."

"I'll always be with you, Wes. Always." Jen caressed his cheek. "When darkness stirs, that's when I'll be there. Use your imagination, Wes. Open up you mind, and let your imagination run wild." She smiled at him. "I love you, Wes."

The Red Ranger broke down into tears. "Jen," he said. Tears sparked in his eyes. "Please don't leave me. I need you now more then ever."

Trumpets sounded again. "I am needed now, Wes. I'll be here when you need me. Just listen, Wes. Listen to the music of the night."

"Jen," her face touched his in a heart-stopping kiss. Wes's eyes became heavy. "Don't leave me." His head rested against the pillows as he fell asleep.

"Just listen, Wes." Jen's voice said. "Listen to the music of the night."

Back in the city

Jessica pulled her black jacket over her. "I'll see you all on Friday!" she waved good-bye to her friends. "A day off is exactly what I need." She muttered.

After a thirty-minute walk she ended up at her apartment that overlooked the beach. The clock had just blinked 11:00PM. She threw her jacket off and it landed on the couch.

"A day off is perfect." She muttered. But Wes's tear-streaked face came back into her mind. She fell into a deep sleep.

A gold ring glistened on her finger…

ch 5 up soon…