Pasts never Spoken 8
Emily tossed on the ground, the fire smoky ashes now. Her eyes focused on the man, who was carving something. He told her to stay away from him and to not say a word, showing her a knife to make his point. She trembled now, cold covering her and the ice inside her horrible.
Suddenly, he met her eyes. Squeaking, she curled into a little ball and prepared for his awful rage. But he just sat beside her and piled some wood onto the close fire. The sparks caught, and a steady fire roared. She saw calmness on his face, but something else: Love.
"You used to love this doll," he told the blonde, handing her a litty ratty doll with string brown hair, sewed spots all over it, and big blue ainime eyes.
"Lora Lie?" she whispered, taking it and squeezing it, "she was thrown out when I was younger."
"I gave it to you," the man told her, "your mom didn't want any memory of me."
Suddenly, the blonde's hazels turned into diner plates.
"No," she whispered, "no…"
"Sorry I had to be so harsh," he told her, "but I was worried so deep. I wanted you to heal."
"Okay, but why did you leave?" her vision was blurred with tears.
"Your mother didn't want me," he sighed, "and all I ever wanted was for her to be happy. So I left. I wanted you, though. You're so much like her. But…but…she tried to hit me. So I ran away."
"I'm sorry," she wrapped her arms around his neck, "did…did you hear about W-Wesley?"
"He's not dead," he told her.
"What?" she whispered, "I…but…"
"Wesley did die," he nodded, "but I was watching over him. I'd been looking over you ever since you learned the news. And so I picked up his lifeless body, told the nurse to say he had passed on, and I left. I took his samuraizer and, due to my study of technology, figured out how to make a clone of him. Then put the clone in the bed, wiped the nurse's memory with his samuraizer, and came back. I revived him."
Emily tackled him with a bear hug.
"Thank you," she sobbed with no control, "thank you so much, you saved my brother! You saved him!"
"I saved my son," he kissed her forehead, "he's bounced back quick. He'll be coming home any minute with some more firewood. He's been taking care of you when you're passed out."
"Oh my gosh," she sniffed her shirt, and it smelled like Wesley, "he really does care for me."
Suddenly, an eighteen year old came trotting in, arms loaded with wood.
"Where do you want..?" he stopped talking when he saw Emily awake.
"WESLEY, YOUR ALIVE!" he was suddenly holding a clinging Emily, who was sobbing in joy and had her face buried in his chest, "NEVER scare me like that again!"
"I'm sorry," he rocked the blonde, "shhh it's okay, shhh….I'm right here."
"Love you, bro," she hugged him tight.
"Love you more, sis," he kissed her cheek.
"So…I suppose you two are going home tomorrow," the man who gave Wesley his hair color and both of them holding their eyes.
"We don't want to scare the team any further," Wesley smiled weakly.
"I've lived alone for many years," he nodded, "I'll find someone else. And maybe Eliza forgives me."
"Eliza's Mom's name," Emily commented, "sounds like my name."
"We named you after her," he smiled, "we named Serena after her mom, and we named you, Wesley, after myself. My name is Westley."
"You know, though," the youngest Ranger told her, "I like Daddy better."