Pasts never Spoken 2
When Jayden let him out of time-out, Wesley went to Emily and Mia's room door and knocked softly. Moments later, the door opened slightly. A pair of big, wide hazel eyes looked up at him.
"Are you only?" her voice was soft.
"Yes," he understood her anger toward the Red Ranger.
"Come on in," she opened the door wider. He stepped in, and she shut it, locking the lock up tight and pulling him onto her bed with her. Only the lamp was lit in the darkness of the room.
"I can't believe I'm your little sister," she breathed, "how did you find out?"
"Well, my-our-Dad told me when I was five," Wesley explained, "that was two years before I met Jayden, and I always wanted a playmate. It took the time when I saw you to realize you were the girl he described to me. He knew because he visited your Mom when you were three. He loves you so much, Em. But Mom didn't want him near you or Serena, so he split."
"Wow," the blonde breathed, "I can't believe she never told me."
"She was mad at Dad for all the times they fought," he explained, "can't really blame her. But anyway, he gave me a picture." The older brother opened up his wallet to show a younger Emily, "I wanted to meet you, but I knew your Mom wouldn't take kindly to me. So I just went on hoping one day that I would meet you. I remember when I did but didn't realize it until you were gone."
"Yeah," the image played for both of them in their minds, both reliving that cold winter night.
"Serena?" twelve year old Emily rushed through the forest, shivering and coughing in fear. It was in the middle of December, and she had lost Serena in the forest.
Her feel slid clumsily on the snow and ice. She was scared and alone, and it was late. Surely somebody would find her. Shivering again, she crawled in a small cave, barely big enough to be called a cave, and huddled in a ball.
"What the heck?" a voice made her jump.
Her hazels looked up to see a thirteen year old boy standing the mouth of the cave. He was warmly dressed in animal skins, looking pretty content. Snow covered and slightly shaggy brown hair was in his dangerous ice blue eyes, and his jaw was clenched.
"I'm sorry," she trembled from fear, "I didn't know this was your home." Her voice a little hoarse from her sobbing.
"Get the heck out," the boy snarled as he quickly made a fire.
She trembled again, squeaking. The girl started to stumble out, but her hat fell. Gulping, she snatched it up quickly. But the teen saw her blonde curls.
"Wait," he took her wrist, "you're a girl!"
"Y-yes," she shook.
"Sorry," he looked ashamed of himself, "I thought you were a guy. You're clothes fooled me."
"I told Serena that," she huffed.
"Serena?"
"My sister," Emily explained, though she was still a bit nervous, "we took a walk, and I can't find her in this storm. I was just trying to get warm, but I guess I'll be leaving now. Sorry again." She started out, but he pulled her back.
"Stay a minute," he sat her beside the warm, roaring fire, "I'm not going to let an innocent little girl freeze outside."
She didn't protest, even though disliked his perspective of her. They got warm, and she was soon good as new. Her cheeks were only red now from the coldness, and her body had stopped shivering. The boy told her she didn't need to keep those wet snowed on clothes on, and she agreed. He handed her some elk-skin clothes and let her change behind a large rock, him keeping his eyes on the fire.
The clothes were huge on her, but they were warm.
"Come on," he took her hand, "let's go get you to your sister."
The two were soon looking at Serena through the pelting snow.
"Go on," he told her, "I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?" she wanted to repay him.
"Yeah," he nodded, "come see me if you need any help."
He started to walk away.
"Wait," she called after him, "what's your name?"
"Wesley," he replied, then he was gone.
"That was crazy," Wesley commented as the scene faded back into the memory files, "I remember when you found me the next day."
"Yeah," she smiled weakly, "that went over well."
Emily approached Wesley's cave, holding a little pie in her hand. The snow wasn't falling, and a thin layer crunched under her boots. Wesley himself was beside a fire, looking half asleep.
"Wesley?" she tapped him gently, and he jerked up, scaring her. The pie started to fall to the flames, but he caught it just as quick.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded, "are you lost again?"
"No," she shook her head, "I brought you that pie to say thanks for helping me yesterday night."
"I told you I was fine," he sighed, but the pie was soon devoured. She now noticed, now that he wasn't as packed in clothes, that his stomach was extremely skinny. He winced, as if food hurt being on his stomach.
"You poor thing," she sat beside him, reaching out toward his face. He jerked away, not letting him touch him, "I'll take care of you."
"I don't need anybody to take care of me," he growled.
"And yet you kept bringing me food for the next month secretly," the Silver Ranger smiled at his sister, "thanks, by the way."
"I was so happy to help," the Yellow Ranger grinned at her brother, "I remember how sad I was when you had to leave."
"But…" Emily whimpered to him. He'd just explained he had to go so he could avoid an enemy.
"No 'buts,' Em," Wesley was all packed up and ready to go, "I'm sorry it has to be this way."
"But we…what about us?" she was desperate. It was true, they had been dating the last month.
"We're over ,and I am soooo sorry," he frowned, "I'll miss you forever."
She was crying now. He sighed, the ache of being alone returning.
"Goodbye, Emily," he started to trudge off.
"Bye, Wesley," she sank against a tree, not wanting to watch him leave.
But before she could go back, he was before her, his lips on hers. The two kissed, their first kiss and their last when.
When they pulled away, he muttered before running, "Happy birthday."
"I couldn't believe you when I got over the shock," Emily rolled her hazels.
"I know," he snickered.
Suddenly, a knock came at the door.
"Wesley? Emily?" a voice called, "I need to talk to you two."
Jayden.