Disclaimer: Once more with feeling. The character isn't mine, the concept is. You're welcome to borrow, but asking me first would be nice.
Identity -- Who I Am
From the journal of Wes Collins, October 1st 2001
I can't believe it's all over.
I can't believe it's only been four months.
I can't believe she's gone.
I never got to say thank you to her...to them for everything they've done for me -- and it was a lot. They gave me a chance to become someone else -- to change... For want of a better phrase, they gave me the chance to be a hero. And in four short months, I've done that. I've gone beyond what I thought was me. I'm not who I was back in June.
And I like that.
I can look in the mirror now and actually like what I see. I don't feel the need to hide behind a façade anymore either. I can just be who I am.
I guess you could say I'm secure in my identity.
But where do I go from here? What do I do now? How do I get on without her?
Part of me says, "Give up, life's not worth living without the other half of your heart." But that's not the man I am now. She taught me that life is worth living, regardless. I can't just hide away. That isn't what she'd want me to do -- and it isn't what I want to do.
Besides. I have this feeling that this isn't over.
The fat lady hasn't sung yet.
I don't know what is going to come next, but I feel sure that isn't the last time I will see her. And with that knowledge, I know I can get through however long it takes.
I will see her again.
TO BE CONTINUED IN MAX FORCE...
There are a number of people who deserve special mention for all the help and support they've given me during the course of the last five months. In no particular order...
Gamine -- for listening to me whine, prodding me when I slacked and being there to bounce bits and pieces of plot off.
Selma -- for the cattle prodding and occasional plot chewing
Ecolea -- for the occasional cattle prodding, frequent plot chewing and assorted bits and pieces of advice.
Leathie -- for the advice and psychology help.
Jesse at PRSW -- who probably doesn't realise that most of this is actually his fault... Literally, without the PRSW website, none of this would have been possible.
Last but definitely not least, Ekat -- who didn't like the Power Rangers when I started but who graciously beta read for me anyway and without whom this story would have been equally impossible.
Thank you -- without you guys, this story would have been all the poorer.
Thank you also to you, the people reading this. As clichéd as this will sound, at times you have been my inspiration.
Lastly, there has to be a vote of thanks to the cast, crew and (most importantly) writers of PRTF because no incarnation of Power Rangers has inspired me quite like this before and I doubt it will do again.
Six months, twenty chapters, seventy thousand words. Book One in the Identiverse is now complete.