Eric found Wes out back making mincemeat out of a punching bag. Eric could tell that Wes was upset about something and he had a pretty good idea as to what it was.

"You sure are making a habit of making Jen cry," Eric said nonchalantly.

"If you came out here to yell at me then just get it over with. I have more important things going on," remarked Wes harshly.

"I didn't come out here to yell at you, besides, it doesn't seem to do any good."

"Then what do you want?" asked Wes, getting restless.

Eric bit his lips. "I've talked to your father, Wes…He said you've been coming into your office for the last couple of days, working late and then coming all the way back to Reefside. It's no wonder you haven't been lasting long during a battle. You're exhausted."

"Since when do you go behind my back tattling on me, aren't you a little old for that?"

"I didn't! Your father called me, Wes. He was worried."

"I'm a big boy, Eric. I can take care of myself just fine!"

"Right. Getting into fights with Alex, yelling at Jen, overworking yourself into exhaustion. Yeah, you're right; you're taking great care of yourself."

It was taking everything Wes had not to let his anger out on Eric. "Is there anything else you have to say, or is that it?"

"You know I hate to do this to you, but I think it will be the best thing for you right now." Eric grabbed Wes's wrist and yanked his morpher off.

"Hey, what the hell!!" yelled Wes.

"Sorry, but it's for your own good. You could have gotten yourself killed today, because of your carelessness. And I won't always be around to save your ass."

"I don't need your protection Eric!" yelled Wes right into Eric face. "Now give me back my morpher!"

Eric stood still, not even blinking, as much as he hated to do it. He knew this just might be the best thing for Wes. Give him sometime to cool off, get his head together. "I'm sorry, Wes." Eric then turned around and walked away from Wes. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. "And if you're trying to push her away, you're doing a good job of that." His last words were soft. He knew that's what Wes had been doing, pushing her away.

Wes bowed his head down, sighing, knowing Eric was right. He had been pushing her away. And now he wondered if there was still something left. After all he'd done to cause her pain, could she still love him? "Jen. What have I done?" He felt small tears going down his cheeks, knowing he had screwed up big time.

"This better be good!" snarled Elsa as she walked up to Janixsaur.

"It is, my dear. How would you like to be free of Messagog once and for all?"

She laughed. "Don't make me laugh. You go up against Messagog?"

"Precisely. It had been my plan all along; his human side is what makes him weak. I plan on taking his dino half away, and all that will be left is his weak link human side," laughed Janixsaur.

Elsa crossed her arms against her chest. "And what if I tell Messagog what you're planning?"

He laughed. "You're a smart one, that's what I like about you." He got right in her face, his bad breath breathing right on her. "But I don't think you will. I see how he treats you. He's already gotten rid of Zeltrax. How long before he gets rid of you?"

Alex found Jen in her room crying on her bed. He walked over to her and sat down next to her.

"Jen, what's wrong?" he asked gently.

"It's nothing," she sniffled, wiping away her tears.

Alex turned Jen's face around to look him in the eyes. "You never could lie to me Jennifer."

"You wouldn't understand."

The look in her eyes told Alex what the problem was. He bowed his head down, sighing. He couldn't understand why she put herself through all the pain and heartache over him, or maybe he just didn't want to understand why she loved Wes more then him. "You're right, I don't. But I'm sorry anyway." Alex put his arms around her, holding her close to him, wanting to console her, help her through this, because even after everything that had happened, he still loved her.

Out in the hall, Wes was heading towards Jen's room. He had flowers in his hand. "Please work. I lost her once. I can't lose her again." Wes approached Jen's room and peered through the small opening in the door. What he saw broke his heart into a million pieces. Tears fell down his cheeks. The flowers he had in his hands fell to the ground.
He saw Alex with his arms around Jen, and Jen returning the hug. Not able to take any more, Wes ran down the hall, heading towards the stairs.

Alex, taking a leap of faith, inched his lips closer to Jen, hoping that she would return the kiss. Just as Alex's lips were near hers, Jen pushed Alex away from her. "Alex?" she said feeling slightly betrayed. "We've been over this. I don't love you anymore."

Alex bowed his head down, sighing. His heart ached with pain like no other. All he wanted was for her to love him again, have things be the way they used to be, before Wes came into the picture, before Ransik came close to killing him. Everything had been perfect. They were in love, engaged. Why did it all have to end?

"I'm sorry." Jen then headed out her door, and that's when she saw the flowers. She bent down and picked them up. She heard someone running down the stairs in a hurry. She rushed towards the balcony and saw Wes run out the front door. 'Oh no! He must have seen Alex and me together, and got the wrong idea!'

Jen ran as fast as she could down the stairs and out the door. "WES!!" But it was too late; he was already up the driveway, speeding away on his motorcycle. "It's not what you think," she cried.

Several hours later.

Conner, Ethan and Trent were out joyriding late in the night in Conner's car. His parents were away for the weekend and Conner decided that after a hard day's work he and the guys deserved a night out.

They were waiting at the light when something caught Trent's eye. He saw someone stumbling over to a motorcycle, tripping over their own feet. "Hey guys, isn't that Wes?" asked Trent.

Conner and Ethan looked out the window and watched as a young man attempted to get on his motorcycle, but was failing miserably. Conner couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was Wes, but something was very different about him. "Is he…No, he can't be…?"

"Drunk. I'd say so," remarked Ethan.

"I never took Wes to be a heavy drinker," said Conner.

"Shouldn't we…" started Trent, knowing it probably wasn't a good idea to leave Wes alone, being drunk and it definitely wasn't a good idea for him to be driving in his condition.

"In my car? I don't think so! I just had it cleaned."

"CONNER!!" both Ethan and Trent yelled.

"Fine, but if he makes a mess you two are going to clean it up." Conner made a right turn and pulled into the bar's parking lot.

The three get out of the car and headed over to Wes, who wasn't looking too good. They watched as Wes tried to put his keys in the ignition, but fell over to the side, landing on the ground.

Wes looked up and saw three young men looking down at him. He felt like his head was spinning. "Conner, Ethan, Trent? What are you guys doing here?" mumbled Wes, grabbing a hold on his bike to help lift himself back up on his feet. Wes then grabbed a hold of his head, everything felt like it was spinning around.

"How much did you have to drink, Wes?" asked Conner.

"I lost count, not that it's any of your business." The three watched as Wes fell back down to the ground, dropping his keys.

"From the looks of it, I'd say he had more than your average drinker," commented Ethan.

"Come on, let's get his keys and get him out of here," said Trent, reaching down for the keys.

"Hey, gimme those!" Wes reached out to grab them from Trent, but stumbled.

"Sorry Wes, but you're in no condition to be driving," remarked Trent as he put the keys in his pants pocket.

"Come on, big guy, let's get you out of here," said Conner.

Ethan and Conner got on either side of Wes, grabbing a hold of his arms, and lifted him up, starting to head over to Conner's car. But Wes started to struggle, fighting them away. "I don't need your help!" he yanked himself away from them, stepping back.

"I think you do, Wes," said Trent, joining with Conner and Ethan as the three walked up to Wes grabbing a hold of him, but Wes continued to fight them off, punching and kicking them, yelling and calling them names.

"Stay the hell away from me!" he yelled.

Conner, Ethan and Trent all glanced at each other, taking a step back. They knew if they ganged up on him they probably would be able to take him, but they didn't want to harm Wes or somehow get him injured.

"Guys, what are we going to do? Even in his drunken state he's still pretty strong," said Ethan.

"We just can't leave him here," said Trent, concerned.

"We have his keys. He can't go anywhere, and besides he doesn't want to come with us."

Ethan and Trent seemed to have mixed feelings about Conner's idea.

"Alright, once we get back to my place I'll call Eric," said Conner hoping that would be enough for Ethan and Trent.

"Okay," both of them said softly, and partly reluctantly. The three headed back over to Conner's car, as they heard Wes yell out to them.

"Come back here and give me back my keys!" Wes started to run after them, but his feet gave way and he fell to the ground just as Conner pulled out of the parking lot.

Alex woke up to the phone ringing. He turned over and looked at his clock; the time read 2:00 am. He wanted to ignore it, but there were only a few people who would call here. Groaning, he picked up the phone. "Hello."

"Wes?"

Alex rolled his eyes. It's bad enough we look alike, to sound alike too... "No, it's Alex. Which one are you again?"

"It's Conner."

"What are you doing up at two in the morning, don't you have school in the morning?"

"Is Eric around?"

"No, he's still at Hayley's."

"What? Hayley's, what is he doing there?"

"I wouldn't know. Is there a reason you woke me up?"

"Sorry, but I would rather talk to Eric about this. I'll call him at Hayley's, good night."

"Kids!" complained Alex as he slammed the phone down back on the receiver.

Janixsaur was out wandering the street when he saw someone enter into an abandoned building. He walked up closer to see who it was. His eyes widened and he laughed. "Well, well. What do we have here, a lone ranger." Janixsaur entered into the building.

"Hello, Time Force ranger."

Wes turned around and saw Janixsaur; at least he thought it was Janixsaur; his head was spinning too much to tell.

"What's this? Not feeling to well, Wes? That's too bad. I have BIG plans in store for you."

Wes reached to his wrist getting ready to morph, but his morpher wasn't there. "Oh no. Damn you Eric!"

"Seems you have misplaced your morpher. Too bad, I was hoping for some competition. Oh well." Janixsaur threw a large fireball at Wes, but Wes just barely dodged it. The fireball hit against the wall, and it caught on fire, burning everything in sight.

Eric was asleep on the couch with Hayley fast asleep next to him, her head lying on his shoulder. The phone began to ring. Eric slowly opened his eyes. He blinked a few times, at first he wasn't sure where he was, but then he felt someone lying next to him. He saw Hayley sound sleep, that's when he remembered the two had been watching movies and must have fallen asleep.

The phone continued to ring. Eric looked at the clock it was almost three in the morning. "Who the hell would be calling at this hour?" Eric gently pushed Hayley off of him and put her down all the way on the couch. He went to the nearest phone and picked it up.

"Hello."

"What the hell are you doing at Hayley's?"

"Hello to you too. But what I'm doing at Hayley's is none of your business. Now you better have a better reason for calling at this time of the night than me being here."

"It's about Wes."

"What about Wes?"

"About an hour ago, the guys and I left him at a bar. He was really drunk, we were able to get his keys away from him, but we couldn't get him to come with us."

Great. Just great!! "I'll go look for him, what bar did you see him at?"

"Boes Bar."

"Alright. Thanks." Eric hung up the phone.

Eric pulled into the Boes Bar parking lot. He saw Wes's bike but no Wes. "Great! Nice going Eric, you picked the perfect time to take Wes's morpher away."
Wes continued to dodge Janixsaur's fire blasts, but the more he dodged them the more the building caught on fire. Wes's eyes began to water from the intense heat and smoke. He started coughing, making it hard to breathe. "I need help."

Wes looked around and saw a large box that might give him cover for just enough time to use his cell phone. Wes started running towards it.

"You can run, but you can't hide!" yelled Janixsaur; the smoke and fire didn't seem to faze him.

Wes leaned his back against the box. He looked around and saw fire all around him, his head was spinning. Wes shook it off and took out his cell phone. He started dialing Eric's cell phone number.

"Wes?"

"Eric," coughed Wes.

"Wes. Where the hell are you?"

Cough. "I don't know. In a building, Janixsaur's here, fire," He coughed heavily. "I need your help, Eric! I'm sorry about before."

"Ah, there you are!" Janixsaur had found Wes. He grabbed a hold of Wes and threw him across the room. Wes went sliding down.

Wes, now on his back, started to get up but he felt dizzy, dazed, and sick to his stomach.

"Wes, are you alright? Wes, can you hear me? Hang on buddy, I'm on my way!"

Wes started to bring his phone closer to his mouth to respond, but Janixsaur got to him before he could. The mutant-dino kicked the phone out of Wes's hands.

Janixsaur laughed at Wes's sickly appearance. "By the time your friend gets here, you'll be nothing more then a memory. And then the real fun will begin."

Wes's face was covered in sweat, he tried to sit up, but every time he tried, the room just spun around. That's when he noticed something hidden within the smoke, something he hadn't noticed before. His heart began racing. There were gas tanks, several of them. It would only be a matter of time until they ignited with the fire.

Janixsaur saw the look of fear in Wes's eyes. He turned and saw the gas tanks and began to laugh. "Perfect. This will go nicely with my plans." he turned back to face Wes. "Next time you go wandering around, you might want to check what's in the building first," he laughed.

Eric went speeding down the road. Up in the sky he saw smoke and headed right towards it; in the distance he could hear sirens. Within a few minutes Eric saw the burning building, his eyes lit up with fear. Wes was in there. "Wes!" Eric quickly got out of his car and ran towards the building, he morphed, and just as he was about to enter the building... BOOM! The building exploded and a burst of energy threw Eric back, throwing him against another building.

He force demorphed and his body dropped to the ground. Eric lay there not moving.

Fire trucks, police cars and ambulances surrounded the building, with their lights flashing.