|Is it Enough
Author: Wolflmg PM
DTTF crossover When Tommy and the gang need help, will Wes be able to put behind his emotional problems and help them, or will his emotions be his undoingCh.47 up FinishedRated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Chapters: 47 - Words: 105,579 - Reviews: 190 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 05-28-05 - Published: 10-08-04 - Status: Complete - id: 2086602
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Hi all, film school is going well, my screen play is almost finished. Which means I'll be able to work more on power ranger fanfiction. So here's a new story, enjoy. This will end up being a crossover bewteen PRTF/PRDT.
"Have a safe flight, see you in a few days," said Wes as he leaned over and kissed a young woman on the cheek.
The young woman with dark blonde hair smiled. "Just think, in a matter of days we'll be Mr. and Mrs. Collins…..Try to stay out of trouble while I'm away."
Wes smiled back. "I'll try."
The young woman then got out, got her bag out of the back and headed into the airport. Wes took one last look before driving off, and headed for home.
Wes was in his room going through his closet. He decided it was about time he cleaned it out, with him getting married and everything. He was gathering up old junk to be tossed or given away. He tossed his old school uniforms behind him and it landed onto a pile of his other old clothes, his karate gee, and other old sporting wear he no longer needed.
Philips walked in seeing the pile of clothes on the floor. He just shook his head and smiled. "I see we've been doing some cleaning."
Wes turned around and laughed. "Yeah, something like that. I didn't know I still had all this stuff..." Wes commented on the large pile of cloths lying in the middle of his room.
Philips chuckled. "Well, you have never been one to toss away old things, you're a packrat just like your mother was." There was a long pause. Philips almost felt regretful for what he had said. Wes had never really known his mother; he was far too young to remember when she died. "Did Miss Evans get off all right?"
Wes's face was blank, as if his mind was on something. "…….Oh yeah, she's fine."
The old butler smiled and nodded. "Good. Well since you won't need these, I'll drop them off at Goodwill on my way out," said Philips as he gathered up the pile of clothes.
Once Philips was gone, Wes returned to his closet. He looked on the top shelf and noticed a large box on top. He had forgotten what was in there. He raised his arms up and began to bring the box down. Unknowingly he had knocked down an odd medal shaped item to the floor.
Wes placed the box on the floor and opened it. Inside he found neatly folded clothes, of all different colors. He smiled faintly; he hadn't seen these clothes in a little over two years. Then Wes's eyes fell down on an object he had never forgot about, his morpher. He reached out taking it in his hands and wrapped it around his wrist. The last time he ever had to use it was that same two years ago, against powerful machines; since then he no longer needed the morpher, and both he and Eric had put their morphers away for safe keeping. It felt strange now to be wearing, it a few years later, but still very familiar.
"Snap out of it Wes. This is no time to be wallowing in the past." Wes put the cover back on the box, forgetting he still had the morpher around his wrist. That's when his eyes spotted the object that he had knocked off the shelf. Wes crawled over a few feet and reached out for it.
He hadn't seen this in years. It was a Time Force badge he had been given three years ago. Since then it had lost its shine, but never what it once and still meant to him. "Jen," he said softly.
"I want you to have this Wes," she reached for his hand, placing the badge into his palm. "Don't forget me…"
"Wes! You in here?" Wes snapped out of his thoughts. His bedroom door opened. "Thought you might be in here. What have you been doing?" asked his father.
Wes quickly got up and was at a loss for words. His thoughts were still on the person who had given him the object he held so tightly in his hands. "Just cleaning out my closet, is all…"
Collins nodded his head. His eyes then fell on his son's wrist and then the object he held in his hands. "There is nothing wrong with remembering the past…"
Wes looked at his father, confused. He then looked down at his hand and wrist. He quickly dropped the badge to the ground and unstrapped his old morpher.
Collins eyed his son carefully, he often wondered if his son still loved Jen. He would never press on the fact. The last two times when it was time for Wes to say goodbye, he had been heartbroken for weeks at a time, drawing away from everyone, but eventually had snapped back into life. "Are you sure you're ready, son? There's no rush; you have plenty of time to get married."
"I'm ready, Dad, I love her," answered Wes all too quickly.
"Which her?" he asked, looking his son right in the eyes.
Wes seemed hesitant. "Lisa…..Who else?" He laughed silently.
He looked at his son firmly. "I'll only ask you this once son, and then I'll never bring it up again." Wes nodded his head, having a feeling what it would be. "…Do you love Lisa more than you did Jen?"
Wes gulped in. He could feel his heart skip a beat. That was the question of all questions. "Of course, why do you ask?" Wes slightly turned his head away from his father, so he wasn't making eye contact.
Collins was silent for a moment. "Only because you told Jen you loved her even before being close to her. It took you several months to say that to Lisa, even though you had been seeing her…"
Wes fell silent; he quickly looked at his watch. "Look at the time. Got to go, Dad. I told Eric I'd meet him at the bar. See ya," Wes then made his exit and made sure not to make any eye contact with his father.
Collins nodded his head. "That's what I thought…"
Wes and Eric had been at the bar for the last couple of hours; both of them had had a couple of drinks. Eric had noticed Wes's wasn't being his normal cheerful charming self.
"You okay, Wes?" asked Eric, concerned.
Wes didn't seem to hear Eric. He was flicking some peanuts off the table with his fingers. "Earth to Wes," said Eric, waving his hand in front of Wes's face.
Wes blinked his eyes. "Hmmm. Sorry, what were you saying?" asked Wes looking at Eric.
"I asked if everything was okay with you, you seem kind of down in the dumps, and seeing as how you're getting married pretty soon I figured you'd be jumping for joy or something."
Wes shrugged his shoulders. "Ah. It's nothing…just something my dad said."
"And?" asked Eric, wanting more information then that.
"It's really nothing. He just wants to know if I love Lisa more then I did Jen…"
Eric nodded his head. "And do you?" asked Eric looking right into Wes's face.
Wes gave Eric an annoyed and upset look. "What is it with everyone? First my father and now you? Why does it matter anyway…" complained Wes, as he took a sip of his drink.
Eric just shook his head, knowing Wes was trying to get out of answering the question. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you're getting MARRIED."
Wes flashed an angry look at Eric. "I don't think it either yours or my fathers business who I choose to love and not love..."
"Maybe. But what about Lisa?" stammered Eric. Wes continued to give Eric a cold dark stare. "You're getting married in less then a week. Don't you think you should be able to answer one simple question?" asked Eric, his voice being very firm.
Wes looked like he was about to blow up, but he took a deep breath to calm himself down. Eric was right, he should be able to answer the question. "….I...I love Lisa. Okay. Are you happy now?" stammered Wes.
"You sure about that, you don't sound too sure..."
"Yes I'm sure! Geezus! What will it take to get everyone off my back?"
Eric took a deep breath. In any normal case he would never ask this, but with what would be happening very soon... He knew he had to get Wes to say it. "Say that you don't love her anymore." Wes looked at Eric, shocked and hurt. He couldn't believe Eric would ask such a thing. "If you really do love Lisa then you should be able to say you don't love Jen anymore…"
Wes turned away from Eric, feeling himself on the verge of tears. But he refused to cry in front of him. Wes bit his lip hard, fighting back the tears. "…..I don't love her anymore, and I'll never see her again, so there. You happy?" Wes slammed his hand hard on the table knocking his glass over. He grabbed some money out of his pocket and tossed it on the table, and left without saying another word to Eric.
Eric sighed heavily. He hadn't meant to be so hard on Wes, but he knew he had to get Wes to say it out loud. And although he had said it out loud, part of Eric felt that Wes didn't mean it.
Once Wes was outside of the bar, he leaned his back against the stone wall and could feel hot tears rush down his face. "Why'd you have to leave?" he asked, but he knew why. They were from two different worlds, she wasn't even alive here and he was long dead wherever she was.