Series Title: Never Saw Me There

Chapter Title: In the Beginning

Rating: PG-13

Summary: A different interpretation of Time Force

Disclaimer: darn you Rach! This story is loosely based off of the story "Identity" and "Identity Outtakes" by Rach. None of the characters belong to me.

A/N: This story is what happens when a dedicated beta tries to find anything redeeming about a character her favorite writer seems to like.

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She ran into his arms sobbing. "I should have told you a long time ago…" Oh god, here it comes. "I love you." Why did she have to say it?

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I still had a chance. "I love you, too," he told her. My heart broke. But rather than show my despair, I stood there watching them, a smile plastered onto my face.

He continued his declaration of devotion. "I only wish I could live another thousand years so that we could be together again."

I didn't actually time their embrace, but it felt like an eternity before she let go of him. The look of longing, of desire between them made my soul ache. Why couldn't I be the one receiving that look?

The setting sun, the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks, the cry of the gulls – it was all so damn romantic. And I had a front row seat. Eventually the torture ended and she headed to her Time Ship. He stood there watching her leave. His heart was breaking, even though he was trying to hide it behind a smile. I knew exactly how he felt. More than he knew.



I raised my hand to my forehead to salute her and the others. Despite everything, they were brave warriors, deserving of respect. I noticed the others were just standing there, oblivious to the power of the moment.

"Salute!" I cried and in perfect unison the other Guardians snapped to attention.

I stood there, in formal salute, and waited for the Time Ship to leave. As I did, my mind wandered through my memories…back to when this all started.

~*~

I stood there before the CEO of Biolab as he read through my resume.

"You certainly have an impressive record, Mr. Myers," he said.

"Thank you, Sir," I said, staring straight ahead. I hadn't been out of the military long enough to gain back the casual disregard for formalities that is common among civilians.

He looked up at me. "I think you'll make a fine addition to my new Silver Guardians."

"Thank you, Sir."

He looked back at my resume. "It says here you attended Billingsley Preparatory Academy."

I nodded, eyes still straight ahead. "Yes, Sir. Although I only attended there for my freshman and sophomore years."

He raised his head and his face took on a thoughtful expression. "I wonder if you knew my son Wesley."

I felt my heart skip a beat. Wes? Wes Collins? Yes, I knew him. He was the only person on that entire damn campus who tried to make friends with me. Me – the charity case from the wrong side of the tracks. Wes. Yes I remembered him. All to well.

"I seem to recall having a class or two with him, Sir. But we never really interacted."

"Well, Wes wasn't exactly the most outgoing kid," he said. "Anyway, report to this address tomorrow at nine for orientation." He stood up, reached across the impressively large mahogany desk and handed me a small business card. I took it and slipped it into my pocket.

"Welcome to the team, Myers," he said offering me his hand. I took it.

"Thank you, Sir. I won't make you regret having hired me."

He smiled at me. "Of that, I have no doubt."

I nodded at him, turned on my heel and walked to the door. As I reached for the knob, a question sprang to my mind. I turned back to look at him.

"May I ask you a question, Sir?" He looked up at me and gave me that "make it quick" look. "I'm assuming Wes works here. Might I inquire as to where his office is? Thought I might stop by and say hello."

A slight frown settled into the corners of his mouth. "Wes used to work here. He recently decided to pursue other opportunities."

I nodded. "Thank you, Sir," I said and left the office. The door closed behind me and I sagged against it.

I was back in Silverhills, the one place on earth I swore I would never come back to. I had a job. And from the sounds of it, I won't be running into the one person I wanted to see, but at the same time feared running into again.

But hey, I had a job. At least now I could eat.

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