Disclaimer: don't own it…

I came up with this idea as I was reading over "A Picture's Worth 1000 Words" We were never really sure of what Sky's like when he was a kid…so here it is!

SUMMARY: Sky Tate considered himself lucky. He had a loving father, and everything money could buy. But he craved adventure and finds the road down life is treacherous, beginning with one step: This is his story.

This is a prequel for my story "A Picture's Worth 1000 Words." I'm not sure if I'm going to continue on with this, leave a comment of what you think…but this does help me get out typing my lab report!

Enjoy! Leave a review!

Endless Skys

Chapter one:
The story begins

Thireen hours…she had been in labor for thirteen hours and the baby had finally began to frown.

"All right, that's it, keep pushing Jen." The doctor urged.

Her boyfriend held his hand tightly. "Come on, sweetie. Just one more push." She took a deep breath in as she pushed.

The pressure in her stomach was finally released as the baby was born. "It's a boy!" someone called.

He smiled and kissed his girlfriend. "We did it, sweetie." He said.

Jen gave him a look. "What do you mean we?" he chuckled.

"Your newborn son, Ms. Scotts." The doctor held the baby out to his mother who took him happily.

He cooed softly in his mother's arms. "What shall we name him, Wes?" she asked.

Wes smiled and looked into her eyes. "How about Andrew?" She snorted and shook her head.

"Skylar Tate." She said and rubbed the baby's soft arm, her eyes shined at her son. "Sky."

Wes kissed her happily. "Skylar Tate Collins, I like it." His mother's eyes shined as she smiled widely and repeated his name.

"Sky…"

One week later

"Congratulations!" they cheered. Jen laughed as the maids in the Collins Mansion burst through the doors. Wes walked up behind her with the basket in his hand.

"Easy, let us get to the living room, please!" Wes laughed. They walked into the living room where everyone sat. Jen sat down on the couch and took baby Sky out of his basket.

The room quieted. "Everyone," Wes said. "I would like to introduce you to Sky Collins." The baby giggled at the sound of his name.

Phillips, now gray, stepped forward. "Master Wes, Miss Jen, on behalf of this blessing, we have a few things that may come in handy.

Jen gasped. "My gosh, you didn't have to."

Phillips nodded. "You are correct, Miss Jen. We didn't…we merely wanted to. It has been years since I have heard the cry of a baby around these halls, even before Wes as a child." He handed Wes an envelope. "For the baby, Master Wes."

Wes gave Jen a look and opened it." Phillips, I—" he cut off as a $1,000 savings bond fell out.

"For the baby, he will need some money you know." The butler chuckled. Jen remained speechless.

She hugged Phillips. "Oh, thank you so much. Thank you everyone."

The doors opened. "Wes, Jen!" an older man walked in as Wes smiled.

"Dad!" the Red Ranger said. "You and Eric are home early." He said as Eric walked in behind Alan.

"You really think I'd miss this?" Eric asked. Jen laughed.

"Eric, Alan, so nice of you to come." She said. Eric hugged her.

"Thanks for having us." He handed her a box. "For the baby, it's the least Taylor and me can do."

"Hey, you're his godfather, you're entitled to see him." Wes patted his friend on the back as Eric smiled at his godson.

Jen handed Sky to Wes who cuddled him. Jen opened the wrapping and lifted off the lid. "Oh Eric, thank you. Tell Taylor that as well." She stated as she lifted a few clothes out of the box.

"So, this is my grandson." Alan said with a smile. Wes handed him the baby. "Sky, what a wonderful name."

Wes pointed to Jen. "She picked it." Jen gave him a look. Suddenly, Sky began to cry.

Alan chuckled to himself. "Looks like someone's hungry." Jen took him from Alan and headed upstairs.

"We'll be back in a bit." She stated. Jen walked up the stairs and into Wes's bedroom and closed the door.

"Shh," she cooed. "Hush my little baby, don't say a word. Mommy's going to buy you a mockingbird…" Jen sang as she took him back in her arms and began feeding him, his light suckling made her smile. "You're going to be a mommy's boy, I can see it right now."

He quieted down as his eyelids began to close, his grip lessed on Jen's breast. She smiled and lay him down on the bed and made herself decent again. A quiet knock came from her door. "Jen, can I come in?"

"Yea, Wes. Go ahead." She said.

His blonde hair was visible as his head entered the room to see Jen and the baby relaxing on the bed, Sky was sound asleep on her chest. He slowly slipped past the door and closed it. "How is he?"

Jen chuckled to herself. "Sleeping like a baby." Wes snorted.

"Well, we can add that to joke…two?" he said. Jen gave him a playful shove.

"Oh, now you're keeping track?" she said quietly. Wes ignored her question and gave her a kiss.

"At the moment, all I need is you and my son." He said. Jen rested her head on his shoulder and sighed happily.

Everything was right in the world.

Two months later

The time ship reflected the setting sun as a few officers lined the sides. "Captain Scotts, we must hurry. The vortex will close any minute now!" an officer said.

Jen looked at the time ship, pain shot through her. A baby cooed in her arms as tears began flowing down her face.

"Mommy loves you, Sky." She whispered. "Remember that, Mommy will always love you." The baby giggled as he felt her hot tears drip down onto his smooth skin.

"This is wrong, Jen." He said. Jen watched Wes walk towards her, tears in his eyes. "For both you and the baby. For Christ's sake, he's only two months old."

"Captain!" an eager voice called.

Jen gave him a dangerous look as she turned back to where Wes stood. "Take care of him, Wes. His future isn't written yet."

Wes took hold of their baby.

"Why do you have to leave, Jen?" he asked, determined to know.

"There's a war in time about to break out. I am needed back in my time to win, if not…" she bowed her head. "Sky may not have a future to look forward to."

Wes felt her shake as she hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go. "I'll always love you, Wes."

"And I you." He said. "Oh god, why?" He let out a sob, knowing this was the last time he'd see Jen."

She kissed him deeply, making sure to remember everything about him. She pulled back and kissed Sky again. "I'll always love you."

"Captain!" he called again. "We must move!"

Jen looked at him once more, then back to where Wes and Sky were. Jen hugged Wes again, not wanting to let go. "Go, Jen. Don't look back." Wes whispered into her ear. He kissed her once more, savoring each moment. She slowly turned around and left. The ship began to lift off and flew into the time hole.

In a flash, it was gone. Sky began reaching for the ship, but shielded his eyes from the sunlight.

"Take care." Wes muttered. He sighed and looked at his son who lay securely in his arms. "Looks like it's you and me now, buddy."

Wes felt a hand on his shoulder. "You okay, son?" his father asked. Wes shook his head.

"We'll be fine. I better get him home anyway." Wes said. He began to walk towards the car.

From his stop in his father's arms, Sky gazed at the spot where the time ship left. He reached for it, his gaze lingered.

Wes opened the car door and placed Sky in his car seat as father and son headed home.

Later

With the crib set up in his room, Wes lay down on his bed and looked out the window. "I can't believe she's really gone…" he trailed off. From his crib, Sky began to whine. Wes smiled. He would always have something to remember Jen by. "Someone's hungry." He grabbed a bottle and filled it with formula. Wes picked up Sky and sat down in the chair.

Wes watched his son eat for a bit. As soon as Sky was done, Wes placed the bottle on a nearby nightstand. The baby burped as he let out a happy sigh and clapped. Wes traced his lip line as Sky enclosed his fingers around Wes's finger.

"So small and fragile, but well worth it." Wes whispered. He gazed over at the window; a smile came to his face. "Jen, you would kill for this."

He soon lay Sky down in his crib and watched him fall asleep. Wes soon changed and headed towards his own bed and closed his eyes.

Not too soon, Sky began crying again. Wes looked over at the clock, which read 2:43am. "You're hungry, aren't you?" Wes went over to the small fridge and grabbed yet another bottle and began feeding his son.

It was going to be a long night…


So, what do you all think? Should I continue with this?