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Where have Katie, Trip and Lucas run off to? Or was it just a scheme to get Jen and Wes alone for a night? Read to find out!
Just One Night…
Jen and Wes had made their way silently up to the loft. Jen's shoulder still hurt her from that nasty fall she took. Once they arrived at the top, both noticed that Trip, Katie and Lucas were nowhere in sight.
"See a note anywhere?" Jen asked. Wes shook his head.
"It's empty." he responded.
Jen headed upstairs. "See of you can contact them, find out where they are. I don't want them out in this type of weather." She was referring to the snow that starting to pile up outside on the balcony.
Wes gave her a playful salute behind her back. "Yes, ma'am." he muttered. "Trip, Katie, Lucas," he said into the morpher. "Anyone there?" Nothing but static came back from over his morpher. "Anyone?" he said again. Nothing.
"Get anyone?" Jen asked. She immerged again, wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants.
Wes shook his head. "Nothing but static."
Jen sighed as she sat down at the computer. "Looks like we're going technical here…Base to Ranger Two." she said. "Base to Ranger Two, come in Lucas." Again, all she got was static. "It's the damn storm, it's interrupting the waves."
"Phone's got a low tone, as well." Wes said. Something vibrated on the phone. Jen grabbed it.
"Hello?" She picked up Wes's cell. "Katie! Thank god! Where the hell are you...oh...ok...fine. We'll talk to you tomorrow. Alright...bye."
"Katie, I presume?" He asked. Jen nodded.
"They're at a hotel downtown. Apparently they're snowed in." Wes noticed she seemed to be a bit uneasy. She leaned back and stretched. "I've got some work to do."
The Red Ranger sighed. "Is that all you do is work?" he asked. He tried to think. It wasn't the same Jen that had thrown snow in his face almost thirty minutes ago.
Jen's eyes were kept on the screen as it powered up. "On a day-by-day basis, yes. Devin's still out there." the computer powered up. "I'm going to find him as soon as possible."
Wes sighed. "I'm going to bed." He began to walk upstairs, but gave Jen one last look. Her attitude had indeed changed from before. She wasn't playful, she didn't care about Devin. But she seemed uneasy about something. He picked that up when she said that they others were staying at a hotel. He shook his head and headed upstairs.
Later
It had been two hours since they were back, and Jen was still at the computer. Wes had lost interest in his book and just watched Jen work for a while. He looked at her, watching her work. She was so focused. That was until she got up did Wes notice something. She was in pain.
Jen stood up and rubber her shoulder. "That's one reason why I hate winter." she muttered. Jen headed towards the medicine box and grabbed a tube of IcyHot cream. She sat on the couch and leaned her head forward, trying to relieve a growing pain in her lower back.
She looked up to where Wes lay asleep and slowly took off her shirt, revealing a sports bra underneath. But something else shown on her chest and back.
"Scars," Wes said silently. One ran from her shoulder down about midway through her back. "Must have been from her recon mission." But Jen's scars were too jagged, too rough. "There was something else that happened." He whispered. "No one has scars like that." He slowly got up as Jen walked over to the window and let out a painful sigh.
Jen rested her head against the cold bricks. A cold blast of air hit her chest, each scar burning.
"Ah!" she cried out.
"What's the matter? The famed Captain Jennifer Scotts can't take a small whipping?" a dark voice asked.
Jen lay paralyzed as a new streak of blood flowed from her chest.
She jumped. "It was a dream, Jen." She whispered. "You're not back in the Philippines." She turned and went back to the couch and put more cream on her back and shoulder, desperate to relieve her pain.
"It's going to get any better by doing that, Jen." Wes whispered.
Jen whipped her head around. "How long were you standing there?" she asked dangerously.
Wes ignored her question ad walked over. "You have to rub it in, Jen. It's not going to work unless it's massaged into the muscles." He walked over to the couch and removed the cushions and pulled out the bed that rested beneath it. He threw on a few pillows and a few comforters. "Sit." He commanded.
"Oh, like I'm going to listen to you." She said smartly.
"Sit." He said more firmly. "Don't make me force you, Jen. You know I can." Wes gave her a hard look. She returned it, but sat down on the pull out bed.
After making a quick fire in the fire place, Wes grabbed the cream and sat down behind her. The scar across her back came into view. He drew in a deep breath and popped open the tube. "Relax, Jen."
Jen rolled her eyes. "Just…hurry up." After placing some cream in his hand, he began to massage her lower back. But she was tense, her muscles tight. Wes slowly pulled her back onto him, her head rested on his shoulder. "Relax, Jen. Just relax, close your eyes."
She did. He felt her relax slightly as he felt the cream go warm. He heard her let out a sigh of relief as the cream set in.
"Any better?" he asked.
Her voice was soft. "Yea." Wes traced the scar across her back, trying to imagine what happened. He put more cream into his hand and set to work on her shoulder. He let out a silent breath and slowly worked the cream into her shoulder.
Jen kept her head in that position on his shoulder, her body melting into his touch. His hand worked magic to relieve her aching shoulder.
The fire was crackling now, its heat dispersed into the room warming it. Wes slowly worked the cream into her shoulder, feeling her relax completely against him.
But Wes didn't want to stop. He ran his hand down her arm and clasped his fingers with hers, and felt Jen respond.
Jen felt his hand by her side and wrapped his arm around her. She turned around and looked into his eyes. They were full of passion, longing and lust. Neither was able to find words, only gazed into each other's eyes. She felt his hand caress her cheek as he leaned his head in slowly. Jen felt herself lean in to meet him half way.
But she pulled back. "I can't." she whispered. Jen got up quickly and walked towards the fire. Wes bowed his head.
He wasn't ready to give up yet. "Why, Jen?" He came up behind her.
Jen turned around and looked at him. "I just…can't. I want to, believe me. I want to, so badly." She felt her back up against he wall, Wes came closer to her.
"Why?" he whispered. "What would it hurt, Jen?"
"You, Wes." She said. "I don't want to hurt you. When I left all those years ago, it was hard. We started something we could not finish. It hurt both of us, giving us false hope. If we start something else now, it'll just hurt us again. I'm afraid, Wes, that if we start a lifetime together, it's going to take an eternity to fix."
"Then give me one night, Jen." He whispered. "Just one night."
Jen gazed into his eyes, and gave him a small smile. "I guess one night couldn't hurt." Wes laughed and kissed her lovingly, wrapping his arms around her waist. Unlike before, she didn't tense up. Instead, she placed a hand on his cheek as their kiss intensified.
Wes picked her up and walked over to the bed. He gently lay her down and pulled the comforters over them.
Jen arched her back up to meet his body. Her hands slipped beneath his shirt and gently pulled it over his head, careful not to miss a kiss.
The two lay there, not missing a kiss. A strong lust ran through their veins as the heat between them increased.
"Jen," Wes said.
"What?"
"I love you."
Jen smiled. "I love you, too." He returned her smile as he kissed her again.
Wes pulled the comforter over them as the young lovers slowly began to undress…
Later
Wes rested his head on Jen's chest, listening to her rapid heartbeat. He heard her let out a restful sigh as he traced the scars on her chest. "What happened, Jen?" he asked.
Her face shrunk. "From my recon mission." He watched her eyes go distant, her voice low. "It wasn't easy to survive…"
Jen lay in a dirty cell; blood trickled from a new cut on her chest.
A dark man walked in, leather whip in hand. CRACK. Jen's teeth clenched together, she tasted blood in her mouth.
"What's the matter?" He asked. "The famed Captain Jennifer Scotts of Time Force cannot take a small whip?"
Jen panted as the air was taken from her lungs. "When I get out of here Jack, I'm ripping your spine out of your ass."
"Silence!" He yelled. Jen felt the sting of the whip against her chest again. "Now, tell me where my brother is."
Jen looked down at the ground. "I don't know where Devin is."
He cracked her across the stomach. "Bullshit!" He grabbed her throat and squeezed. "You tell me where my brother is, and I'll think about sparing your life."
Jen spat blood into his face. "I may be a bitch, but I'm no traitor."
Jack yelled. "You have tried my last patience, Captain!" He whipped her several times, Jen cried out in pain each time. He left abruptly, leaving Jen alone again.
"I've got to get out of here." She muttered.
Wes lay next to her, trying to take in what she was telling. "You were whipped?"
Jen sighed. "Tortured was more like it. There was a guard that helped me escape and told me where to go. Once I got out, like I said before. A little village helped me recover and that's when I contacted Time Force."
He rested his head back on her chest, and ran a finger over another scar. "Don't worry, Wes." She saw the look in his eye. "It's okay. Everything's okay." He picked his head up again. "We're together now. Nothing can go wrong."
Wes nodded. "If you say so." Jen nudged him playfully.
"That's right, if I say so." She said. Wes rolled his eyes and laughed. Jen reached up and kissed him again, reassuring him. Wes rested his head down next to her, his mind raced.
The fire roared in front of them as they fell into a peaceful slumber.
The next morning
Jen's eyes fluttered open to a smell of bacon and eggs around her. She sat up to see the table set and Wes bringing out two cups full of orange juice.
She pulled on a sweatshirt and sat up. "What's all this about?"
Wes handed her a cup of orange juice. "Just a little way for me to say thanks, for giving this a chance."
She smiled. "Well, we all need a chance every once in a while, don't we?"
"I think we do." He chuckled. He gave her a kiss and hugged her.
"Aww, doesn't this look sweet." Someone said. Jen and Wes turned around to see Katie, Trip and Lucas standing in the doorway. Lucas walked around the bed, a smile on his face.
"Well, someone had an interesting night last night." The Blue Ranger stated.
Jen and Wes were left wordless.
Trip chuckled. "I think it's sweet. It's about time you two had some fun."
"Well," Jen began.
"Captain Scotts, this is Commander Jones. Do you read?"
Jen walked over to the computer, a confused look on her face. "Scotts, go ahead Commander."
"Captain, we've got a problem."
The other rangers walked over, Wes placed his hand on Jen's shoulder. "What's wrong, Brad?"
The Commander sighed. "Devin's brother, Jack, has escaped. And we believe he's heading to you."
"Shit." Jen muttered. She placed her head in her hands. "This has gotten too out of control."
Someone came running up the stairs. "Wes!" It was Eric. "I've got some bad news."
Wes watched Eric walk over. "There's been another murder…"
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