Wes and Eric sat out back on the porch under the night sky, having a couple of beers and just enjoying each other's company. They were just trying to relax after an exhausting day at work, most of which had been spent getting everything set into order for the new developments with SPD to begin, which would start taking place within the next few weeks. During that time Kat Manx would be able to go about in her true form. Also at which time Mr. Collins would again make contact with the families of the special children letting them know what was going on and getting their word that they would follow through with the plans of one day sending their son or daughter to Space Patrol Delta academy when their children turned fifteen. During which time their children would recieve special training to hone their abilities along with a high school curriculum.

"So you and Hayley, getting married," smiled Wes. He almost found it funny, the idea of Eric being married and settling down, starting a family. It seemed almost unreal.

"Yeah. Hard to believe, huh?" remarked Eric, who had never thought he would ever get married, let alone find a girl who would put up with him. Most times he scared girls off before they ever really got to know him, but with Hayley it was different. She had taken the time to get to know him, taken the time to find out he wasn't as bad a guy as some had thought. That there was much more to him.

"Nah. Hayley's a great girl." Wes took a swig of his drink. "And besides, you're not that bad of a guy. You may be a little headstrong."

"Uh huh."

"Arrogant, hotheaded, hot shot, pain in the-"

"Watch it!"

"Sorry." Wes laughed. "So you guys set a date?"

"Well, she wants to get married soon, maybe just a little after her transfer takes place."

"You guys going to have kids?"

The question caught Eric slightly off guard. "Kids?" The thought had crossed his mind a couple of times, but in all truthfulness he had no idea of whether he'd make a good father. "We haven't really discussed that yet, but yeah. I guess we will."

"Hey. Don't worry too much about it. I think you'd make a great father. You were good with that little girl who used to live next door to you." Wes thought back to the several times when he had spied on Eric and found him talking to a little girl who lived next door. It just went to show that Eric wasn't the tough guy he made himself out to be.

"Yeah. I guess I would." Eric shrugged his shoulders, not thinking much of it. "So you and Lisa seem to have been spending a lot of time with each other." Eric didn't know if, when he called Lisa and told her what had happened, if that would be a good thing or a big mistake; not that he had much of a choice. Hayley basically talked him into doing it; it was either set Wes up on a blind date with one of her friends or call someone he knew who might be able to get through to Wes. And since Lisa had already known a little about Jen and the situation, it seemed like a better choice than getting someone else involved who wouldn't really understand.

Wes smiled faintly. "Yeah. I don't think it will ever get serious, not like before. I think we'll just be good friends." Even though he was moving forward, he wasn't quite ready for a relationship that went beyond a friendship; but then again things could change. Right now he was just thankful for her friendship.

"Does she know that?"

"Yeah. We talked about it and she knows I'm not ready for that kind of relationship." Wes paused for a moment and then turned to Eric. "So what do you think of Dr. Manx?"

Eric took a sip of his beer. "I always knew there was something weird about her."

Wes grinned and laughed, as he finished off his drink. "You would."

Collins sat at his desk, phone to his ear, staring at a sheet of paper with four different phone numbers and addresses on it: one for the Drew, Carson, Landers, and Delgado families. For Drew and Carson, both were marked 'complete' in red; but as for the other two, Landers and Delgado, they were marked 'unknown' in red.

"Yes, Gunther. The process will be starting soon. We should have it up and running in full by next year. All right, I'll be in touch." Collins hung up the phone.

"So. How'd it go?" asked Wes, stepping into his father's office.

"Fine. It seems Commander Cruger has been in contact with Gunther." Collins smiled. "I won't be sending any more payments to him." Not that he couldn't afford it, but as Commander Cruger explained enough was enough.

"That's good." Wes walked over and sat down. "Were you able to get in contact with the others?"

"I did talk with the Carsons, both have agreed when their son is fifteen they will send him to the Academy."

"And the others?"

Collins hesitated. "I was unable to reach them. It seems they both have moved without leaving a forwarding address."

"But at one point in time they all had said they would send their children, right?"

"Yes, they did say they would. All we can hope for is that they'll keep their end of the bargain, and when the time comes both Jack and Elizabeth will join the Academy."

Wes nodded his head and leaned back against his seat. "So, for sure we have two, and then hopefully the other two, and that will make four." Wes sighed. "That's still not enough for a future second-level ranger team, we need five at least." Wes eyed his father questioningly. "You said there was another, a girl, Samantha, the high school student." Wes vaguely remembered the young girl who was there from her school, but most of his focus that they had been on making the cure that would save all those who had been infected with the Venomark virus.

"Yes. But I don't even know her last name. She was only seventeen, eighteen at the time. She might not even be married, let alone have a child." Collins looked right at Wes. "As far as I know, there are only four children."

"Well then, four will have to be enough." Wes jokingly laughed. "Unless I have one running around somewhere." But Wes quickly stopped his laughter and soon felt a grave amount of sadness take over. He didn't have any children. He probably never would. He had only been with two women after the accident that altered his DNA, and neither of them had any children. And now knowing what he knew, he wouldn't bring one into the world. He couldn't put anyone through that. It wouldn't be fair.

"Son..." Collins reached out to Wes.

"I'm okay, Dad." Wes smiled faintly. "Thanks."

"All right, son." Collins smiled faintly. And he wouldn't go any further than that. He knew Wes would have to be the one to make the first move, when it came to talking about his feelings, about what was going on, what was happening, what might never happen. Wes wasn't the only one suffering from this. He would very much like to have a grandchild, someone to carry on the family name, but as he had learned, sometimes things just don't work out the way you'd like them too.

This was different from all the others. He was alone. Lost. Trying to find his way out, but he was going around in circles, getting nowhere. Then he tripped over a large stone, and dropped to the ground. There was a name on the stone. He looked up to see whose it was, but then a bright light flashed, blinding him. Wes shielded his eyes from the bright lights.

"Wes..."

"Jen?" Wes turned around and found Jen facing him. "Jen, what's going on? Where are we? I don't understand."

"Promise me," she pleaded, tears rushing down her cheeks. "Promise me..."

"Promise you what?" Wes was so confused. What was it that she wanted him to promise? Why would she never tell him what it was? "Jen, promise you what? Jen, I don't-"

She cut him off by pressing her lips to his, kissing him so deeply that it felt so much more than a dream. She broke away from him, looking him in the eyes. "You'll understand soon." She started backing away.

"Jen!" Wes started towards her, but she started to fade away. "Don't leave me!"

"Promise," he heard her whisper, until she was out of sight and he was alone once again.

Wes's eyes flashed open. "Jen, what do you want from me?" He sat himself up and pulled the sheets off of him. He looked at his clock, 7 a.m., he have to be at work in an hour. He stood up and started getting ready for work, and soon he felt the dream drifting away, as he began planning his day out. It all seemed to have become a regular routine, waking up from the dream, getting up and getting ready for work, and hoping that tonight the dreams would finally stop and he could let go.

But sometimes, when one is just getting their life back together, something unexpected happens and turns their world upside down, changing everything in one instant…

It had been almost two weeks now since Wes had learned about the whole Space Patrol Delta deal that his father and Andros had been setting up over the last couple of months. Some of the technology they would be using stemmed from projects that years earlier his mother had started working on, back when he was just a small child. He couldn't believe he hadn't known, but he had been so young back then, all he had really known was that his mother worked on top secret projects at Bio-Lab, and that was about it.

Wes thought the idea of expanding the Silver Guardians was a good idea, and despite a name change he really didn't have too many problems with it, other than maybe the idea of training teens to be Rangers and Officers at an Academy scared him a little, but in all truth, in the back of his mind he kept telling himself that perhaps this was supposed to happen. Just maybe, this was how Time Force would come to be.

In some ways he found it funny and ironic, that one day this would all be Time Force. It had started here with the Silver Guardians, now soon to be Space Patrol Delta; it was because of them Time Force would exist, that's how he had met Jen, a Time Force Ranger from the future, a future that existed because of him. He found it almost hard to believe of how it all tied together.

"Jen," Wes sighed, bowing his head. It had been a little more than a week since he had thought about her. Wondering what she was doing, how she was doing, who was she with? No, he knew exactly who she was with.

They had come so close, only to have it all end without even a goodbye. His heart still wrenched from that time a year ago, having to leave her behind, knowing they could never have a life together, although he still chose to believe they could, but that was him not being realistic. He had been a fool to think they could actually get married and have a life together. But as time went on he was feeling his heart heal and was starting to be able to move forward, still, no matter how much time that would go by, he would never stop loving her. She would always hold a special place in his heart.

"Mr. Collins, your twin brother is here to see you. Shall I send him in?"

Twin brother? I don't have a…..It could only be one person. Wes was left frozen in his thoughts. Alex was here, but why? He hadn't seen Alex in a year, not since they had helped Tommy and the kids out in Reefside. Not since Jen told him she was going back with Alex and returned the ring.

"Mr. Collins?"

Wes snapped out of his thoughts. "Send him in, Trudy," answered Wes, speaking into the machine.

The door to Wes's office opened. Alex stepped in, uneasy, even frightened. This was going to be one of the hardest things he had ever done, well almost. One thing that was very visible to Alex was that Wes didn't look too pleased to see him, and he couldn't blame him, especially what happens the last time he had seen him. And thing weren't going to get any better with what he had to tell Wes about why he was here.

For a long moment Wes just stared at Alex, this was the last person he wanted to see or have anything to do with. But Wes couldn't help but notice that Alex seemed different, older somehow, very much changed from when he saw him a year ago.

"Hello, Wes." Alex walked up to his desk.

Wes stood up, looking angrier than ever. This was the man who had taken Jen away from him. The man who broke off their engagement. Ironic, Wes thought, that he had done the same thing to Alex once. Guess that makes them even. "What are you doing here, Alex?" Wes asked harshly. "Did you come here to take something else of mine? Something you forgot the last time?" Wes ripped his morpher off his wrist and threw it at Alex, who caught it. "Here, take it! It's the only thing I have left of yours!" He has nothing left to give. Alex has already taken the only thing that ever mattered to him.

Alex set the morpher on Wes's desk. "I didn't come here for the morpher, Wes." Alex sighed. "Besides, you're going to need it." Alex sighed again; this wasn't going to be easy. Wes wasn't going to make this easy on him and he didn't expected him to. He knew how badly Wes had been hurt and he hated himself knowing he was only going to add to that hurt. "But you already knew that."

Wes sighed heavily, taking a deep breath and crossed his arms against his chest. "What do you want, Alex?"

How could he tell him? He knew Wes wasn't going to take this news well, in fact he knew very well it would kill Wes, but he had to know. He deserved the truth. Alex had a promise to keep and he couldn't back down now. Not after… "I think you should sit down, Wes, maybe we should call your father in or Eric."