Author's notes – And it's over kids. Oh and the song used, which is a fabulous song by the way, is 'Right Kinda Wrong' off the Coyote Ugly soundtrack. Though a few of the lines have been tweeked for sap purposes.

Thanks – Thanks to all my reviewers, readers, co-writers, and anyone else who has had anything to do with this story. Hugs and Kisses to all. Tell me what you all thought.

Summary – How it all ended.

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Right Kinda Wrong

Tommy

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(present time)

"I love that part."

Looking up to see my husband smiling at us, black and red helmet tucked under his arm and leather jacket over his shoulder, he is the definition of sex, power, and love all rolled into one, and he's all mine.

"Hi Uncle Jay." Sliding off the porch swing Tristan gives him a hug in greeting. "Done beating the snot out of the evil alliance?"

"Is that all you think I do, darlin?" Smiling and taking her place next to me, he looks at the guitar in my hands with a questioning gaze.

Hands on hips, she scowls at having her seat taken, but wisely doesn't argue it. "Well isn't it?"

"I do have a job you know." I don't know if owning a bar is the best sort of job to be bragging about.

Leaning back into his side and smiling when he wraps an arm around me, I blatently ignore the kissing noises the girl is now making in our direction.

"Mature little thing isn't she?" She learns it from you. Kissing me on the forehead before I can share my view on our niece, he takes hold of the bridge of my guitar. "Almost finished?"

"Maybe." Would have been had I not had to replace a guitar string and then tell the story of my life. Well the interesting parts of it anyways.

"You ever going to let me hear it?"

"Oh please, he's been working on the song for months now, when are you going to face the fact it's never going to be done?" Rejoining us on the porch, a glass of orange soda in his hand, Jason do not push it, bro. "Honestly with his attention span I'm surprised he's stayed on it this long."

Giving my friend a bit of a look, despite the fact I know I'm being baited, I feel a twang of irritation. "Just for that you don't get to hear it."

"Let me hear what you have so far. It's been a hard day, Dark Specter's armies may be getting stupider, but they are no less annoying and tiring. Not to mention I had to leave Kimmie to tend the bar while I went and handled that attack this afternoon." Poor baby, I had to leave my class with the excuse of being ill last week for the exact same reason.

"Fine, but like I said it's not done yet." Sitting up and mentally groaning as I now have a full audience, I heave a sigh and straighten my guitar.

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"Know all about, 'bout your reputation,

and yeah it's bound to be a heartache situation,

but I can't help it if I'm helpless every time I'm where you are.

You walk in and my strength walks out the door.

Say my name and I can't fight it anymore.

Oh I know I should go, but I need your touch just too damn much.

I'm lovin you.

Is it really something I should do?

Should I wanna spend my time with you?

Or should I try to be strong?

But baby you're the right kinda wrong.

Yeah baby you're the right kinda wrong."

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Glancing up and seeing them listening intently, I really hope this sounds better to them then it does to my ears.

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"Might be a mistake, a mistake I'm maken,

but what you're given I am happy to be taken.

Cuz nothing makes me feel the way I feel when I'm in your arms.

They say you're something I should do without.

They don't know what goes on when the lights go out.

There's no way to explain,

all the pleasure is worth all the pain."

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Pausing for a moment as Jason chocks on his drink and Jay gives me a feral grin, I think I'd bury my face in his neck in embarrassment right now if I wasn't positive he'd take that as an invitation to go upstairs to the guestroom. He's no doubt already taken that verse as one.

Collecting myself, I go on as it seems the safest bet.

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"I'm lovin you.

Is it really something I should do?

Should I need to spend my time with you?

Or should I try to be strong?

But baby you're the right kinda wrong.

Yeah baby you're the right kinda wrong.

I should try to run, but I just can't seem to.

Cuz every time I run you're the one that I run to.

Can't do without, what you do to me.

I don't care if I'm in to deep."

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"That's so sweet." Wiping her nose on her dad's tie, Tristan gives me a go-on already gesture as Jason glares at his daughter's unconventional use of his accessory.

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"Know all about, yeah 'bout you're reputation.

And what you're given I am happy to be taken,

cuz I can't help it if I'm helpless every time I'm in your arms.

You walk in and my fears waltz out the door.

Breath my name and I just love you all the more.

Oh I know I should stay, cuz I love your touch just so damn much.

I'm lovin you.

Is it really something I should do?

Should I crave to spend my time with you?

Oh you make me be strong.

Cuz baby you're the right kinda wrong.

Yeah baby you're the right kinda wrong."

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Setting my guitar down I carefully avoid Jay's eyes. "So, what'd you think?" The question is mainly directed at my mate, because I have a feeling what the others reactions will be.

"That was so freaking sweet!" Pretty much figured that'd be Tristan's response. Her mom seems to feel the same way. Jason still looks to be recovering from the part hinting at me and Jay's after hour activates.

"Come 'ere." Tilting my head back and capturing my mouth in a loving, but rather chaste kiss, no doubt because of the under-aged member of the audience, he smiles down at me. "That was amazing."

"Yeah well, you know." Squirming in his arms, it amazes me that after all of these years together he can still get to me like this.

"Hey before you two get all gross and sappy on each other, you still haven't finished the story." Way to ruin the mood kid.

Looking up at Jay and then to the teenager, I give a shrug. "What more do you want me to say? You know how it ends. Your folks went on their honeymoon, Jay and I graciously watched you for those two weeks. A few weeks later me and my team destroyed Mesagog, and they returned their dino gems to me. When you were eight we had our wedding in Jay's world, which you were the flower girl in. Beyond that, life moved on pretty much as normal."

Snickering, Jay gives me a look. "Well as normal for Rangers as it can be."

"True." I can't believe I'm still doing that either. I'll be turning forty next year, and yet I still do it. I still go out and vanquish the big bad time and time again. My teams changing every so often, but I remain the constant in this world.

"What are you think about?"

"Nothing, just how far we've come." Settling back against him and breathing a content sigh, I almost drift into a light sleep when the familiar chime hits my ears. "Of course." Moving to get up, I'm stopped as the red clad girl holds out a hand.

"Don't worry about it, I got this one." Bless the girl. Smiling and moving to the middle of the porch, Tristan gives us a wink before taking her stance. "It's morphin time."

The End