"So what time is everyone getting here?" asked Conner as he and Dr. O walked down the stairs that led to the basement.

"Ten, twenty minutes. Eric and Hayley needed to swing by Mr. Collins' place to pick up Alex." Tommy had thought it would be a good time to have a team meeting, to figure things out.

Conner was the first one down the stairs and found himself walking right on top of an article of women's clothing. He looked down and picked it up, and turned to Dr. O, with a big grin on his face. "Dr. O, are you hiding a girl down here?"

Tommy rolled his eyes and yanked the clothing out of Conner's hands. "What is it with teenagers and their hormones? When I was a teen-"

"Yeah. Yeah I know, you were out saving the world. I've heard this story like a hundred times," mocked Conner, but when Dr. O shot him a look, Conner's smart-alecky smile disappeared. "Um so, I take it this doesn't belong to anyone you know."

"No. The only girl who's been down here is…" Both Tommy and Conner looked at each other, as if a light bulb had gone off in their heads.

"Jen!"

They both looked over where she had last been seen, sitting next to Wes. But she was no longer there and neither was Wes. They walked over to the med bed, and found blankets, clothing, lying all around. Then they came upon two people sleeping underneath a pile of blankets, arms wrapped around each other and smiles on their faces.

"Guess someone's feeling better."

"And to think I never thought anything exciting happened down here," joked Conner. Dr. O turned to him, looking as if he was about to hit the teenager over the head. "What?"

"Come on, we should wake them up before the others get here," said Tommy, bending down on his knees and gently shaking Wes's shoulder. "Rise and shine, love birds."

Both Wes and Jen moaned softly as they opened their eyes, and saw the surprise of their life. Jen saw both Tommy and Conner and quickly ducked behind Wes. "What the hell are you two doing here!" she yelled, slightly embarrassed.

Tommy stood up. "My basement."

"Oh right," responded Jen, sheepishly. She mentally kicked herself over the head, knowing thing between her and Wes had gotten a little out of control, one thing led to another and well... "Sorry, guess we got a little carried away."

Conner looked to Wes, giving him thumbs up. "Alright, Wes!" Tommy elbowed Conner in the ribs. "Hey. What was that for?" asked Conner, clutching his rib.

Tommy ignored Conner and turned back to Wes and Jen. "No harm done. But if I were you I'd get dressed very quickly; everyone will be here very soon, and I mean everyone," stated Tommy, knowing very well that Jen and Wes would probably prefer that at least one person didn't know what had happened between them.

"Thanks for the heads up," answered Wes.

"No problem." Tommy tossed Jen a piece of her clothing. "And it's good to have you back, Wes, we all really missed you." Tommy smiled and eyed Jen, knowing she was more than just happy that Wes was back.

"Thanks. It's good to be back."

"Alright." Tommy put his arm around Conner's shoulders. "We'll leave you to it, and be back down when the others get here." Tommy forced Conner to turn around and led the teen away from Wes and Jen. "Come on, Conner I think it's time we have the talk."

"The talk?" Conner was not quite getting what he was talking about, and then it hit him. "The talk! Ah man, come on, Dr. O. It was bad enough having the talk with my mother."

Wes and Jen both laughed as they watched Tommy and Conner head up the stairs. The two turned to each other, smiling. "Guess we have to be more careful."

Wes grinned. "Yeah, guess so."

"Well, what's the verdict?" asked Wes as Hayley finished a last few tests on him.

After a half hour of discussing battle tactics and what they should all do in case something in the near future should happen, they all knew what they should do and where to go. Hayley wanted to do a few last tests on Wes to make sure he was really okay, and now that he was awake the tests would be more accurate. Conner and the others even stayed behind. Before they would leave to head home they really wanted to make sure that Wes checked out okay.

Eric and Tommy hung back, just watching and waiting for Hayley to be done; as for Alex, he was keeping his distance, not really at the moment feeling part of the team. He couldn't help but see Jen holding Wes's hand as Hayley finished up. In the pit of his stomach he had a bad feeling that this time something would happen between her and Wes. Something she wouldn't be able to take back or change. He could see it in both of their eyes, that they had already gone too far, and although he knew he would have no right, he would have to talk to Jen about this, whether she liked it or not.

"Everything looks to be checking out," replied Hayley as she set the scanner down. "But how do you feel? Sometimes these tests can't pick up on everything."

"I feel great." Wes turned to Jen and smiled. "In fact I feel the best I've ever been."

"I wonder why?" muttered Conner with a bright smile on his face; that is until Dr. O shot him one of his deadly glares. Conner turned away whistling to himself.

Kira looked to Ethan and Trent to see if they knew what was going on with Conner, but both of them just shrugged their shoulders; they were as clueless as she was.

Hayley nodded her head. "Okay. Good."

"What about morphing; do you think I'll be able?" asked Wes.

"Only one way to find out," said Eric, walking up to Wes with Wes's morpher in his hands. Eric held out the morpher.

Wes looked at his morpher and then to Eric. The two just stared at each other for a long moment; the last time they had been standing this close to each other was when Eric had taken his morpher away from him. Wes was hesitant at first, feeling as if he didn't deserve it, after the way he had acted before and with everything that had happened.

"Go on, take it."

"Thanks." Wes took his morpher and strapped it around his wrist, and the strangest feeling came over him; he felt whole. Wes then looked around the room at his friends; even after everything that had happened they were still there for him, even after the way he had treated them. "I really don't deserve this." He sighed and then gave them all a smile. "But I want all of you to know that I'm grateful for everything you've done for me, sticking by me, even after the way I treated all of you." He then looked over at mainly Conner, Ethan and Trent. "I just want all of you to know how sorry I am and that this time around, things are going to be a lot different."

"You won't be able to fight it for long, Janixsaur. I can feel you already weakening," hissed Mesogog.

"Get out of my head! You're not real!" Janixsaur held onto his head, screaming, trying to get the voice of Mesogog out of his head. He shook his head violently around.

"Oh, but I am real. More than you'll ever know," he laughed. "I know you can feel it, me taking over you body, soon you'll be nothing more than memory."

Janixsaur could feel himself getting weaker every passing moment, but he wasn't about to admit defeat. He would not go down, not without a fight. Janixsaur's eyes began to glow brighter, as he felt himself regaining some control.

"You're safe for now, rangers, enjoy it while you can, but I will be back stronger than ever!" He pushed himself to his feet. "And as for you, Mesogog, you won't be in my head for much longer."

Alex walked out of the bathroom and almost bumped into Wes. For the longest moment the two just stared at each other, looking slightly uneasy with each other. Wes then put out his hand, knowing it was about time he tried to make amends with Alex. "Truce," announced Wes, knowing that they needed to start working with each other instead of against each other.

Alex nodded his head and shook Wes's hand. "Truce."

Wes smiled and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Alex then made his way down the hall and bumped right into Jen. They were both a little startled; neither one of them moved or said a word, as they gave each other uncomfortable glances. Jen moved passed Alex, heading towards the bathroom. Alex quickly turned around. "Jen, what are you doing?" he asked in an orderly manner.

She stopped and turned around. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Wes is in the shower," he replied harshly. He eyed her closely, showing his higher officer authority over her. "I thought we both agreed that this mission would be on a professional level?"

"Well, I guess you should have thought about that before you started lying to me," she spat. "Now if you'll excuse me, Wes is waiting for me." As she started to turn around Alex grabbed her by the shoulder. "Let go of my arm, Alex!"

"You see. This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you."

"Meaning what!" yelled Jen, and she forced her arm out of his grip.

"You don't fool me, Jen. You know damn well how you are, when it comes to Wes."

Jen got right into Alex's face. "Look, let's gets one thing straight; what I do with Wes is none of your business. So just stay out of it! Are we clear on that!"

Alex just shook his head. She was so blindly in love that she didn't realize what she was getting herself into. He sighed heavily, knowing nothing that he said would get her to listen or understand. "Perfectly."

"Good," she answered harshly, getting ready to turn around.

"But I will say this. All that will come out of this fooling around will only end up hurting both of you."

"Yeah, we'll just see about that," she spat back and stormed down the hall towards the bathroom.

Alex stood back, shaking his head. She just doesn't get it, or maybe she does and she just doesn't want to believe it. He knew now it was pointless to try to get her to see what she was getting herself into. She wasn't going to listen to him, or to anyone. She was just too much in love with Wes to realize the truth, that no matter how much they loved each other it would never be enough. But just like always he would be here for her, when the time came, when she came running, when she had nowhere to turn, he'd be here. "Enjoy it while it lasts, Jen." He bowed his head down, sighing. "Because forever is a really long time." And he would know, because sometimes forever just doesn't last.

"I'm glad your friend is alright," said Mercer, placing his hand over his son's.

Trent gave a faint smile and nodded his head. "Me too," he said, sighing heavily. "I just wish you were going to be okay too."

Mercer didn't answer; he knew things hadn't been easy on Trent and things wouldn't get any easier. He knew he probably wouldn't be around long enough to see Trent graduate high school and go on to college. "I know you do, son."

"What am I going to do without you?" He bowed his head down. "You're all I have left."

"You have your friends. The art school you got into. You're going to be just fine."

"It's not the same."

"No, it isn't." Mercer sighed. Trent had never had things easy for him, losing both parents when he was just a small child, always having to move around, being controlled by the white dino gem, having to choose between his father and his friends. No one should have to do through that much. "Trent, do you remember what I told you, after your parents died?"

Trent was silent. He hadn't thought about his parents since he was kid. He was so young when they were killed. He wanted to forget that it had ever happened, so for the longest time he just made up stories and soon enough he began to believe them. "That no matter what happens, I'll always be okay."

"Yes. And you will be; I took care of everything, you have nothing to worry about. All I want is for you to be happy."

Trent smiled, looking down at the man who over the years had become his father. "Thanks, Dad." Trent watched as his father's eyes grew tired and he fell into a deep sleep. "Night, Dad." Trent pulled the covers over his father before he got up and slowly left the hospital room, wondering how many more times he would come here at night, until it would be the last time, until his father would be gone forever.

Wes tossed and turned, whimpering in his sleep; sweat covered his face. "No. No, leave me alone..." Wes jumped up, heart racing and face covered in sweat. He ran his hand over his face and turned his head over to where Jen was sleeping soundly. Wes took a deep breath and pushed the sheets off and got out of bed.

Wes turned the water on in the sink and splashed water onto his face. He looked into the mirror, seeing himself, and then he saw something darker, his worst nightmare. A hand started reaching out to his shoulder. Wes was about to jump….

"Hey, you okay?"

Wes turned around, heart still racing. It was Jen. "Jen."

Jen ran her hand over his arm, searching his face, something just didn't seem right. "Wes, are you okay?"

Wes gulped in heavily. "Yeah. I'm fine. It was just a dream." He smiled faintly at her.

"Are you sure?"

Wes nodded his head. "Positive." He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips.

Jen took his hand and smiled. "You coming back to bed?"

"Yeah. I'll be there in a minute."

"Okay." Jen kissed him on the cheek, then headed back off to bed, leaving Wes once again alone in the bathroom.

Wes turned back to the mirror, but all he saw was himself. He sighed with relief. "Just a dream," he assured himself. "It all just a dream."