Sunshine Days (Power Rangers Time Force)
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estinoseSummary: Where do we go from here? (Moving On storyline)
Disclaimer: Characters belong to bVe, not me.
Author's notes:All that can be said is that I got them here.
Sunshine Days
by Estirose
copyright 2002
Wes sat down in the spare chair in Jen's apartment, letting Jen dry her hair before they both announced their intentions to the world. Or at least to his father and Eric, and then to the world.
He fiddled with the engagement ring on his finger, scarcely believing that he had just accepted the proposal of someone who wasn't even supposed to be *in* his time. Not that he was complaining; he didn't think he would ever get to be with Jen again, and here he was given a full lifetime, barring accidents or Time Force intervention.
Jen came out of the bathroom, dyed hair fluffing out from her face, hardly a look he really associated with Jen. He supposed that was supposed to help keep Time Force off their rogue officer's trail, just as the change of name had, but it was certainly hard to get used to.
"You look wonderful," he said, and Jen smiled tenatively.
"Thanks," she said. "I might as well look my best if we're going to talk to your father."
"Belive me, he'll appreciate it," Wes told her. Standing up, he said, "Come on, let's surprise him."
* * *
But, if anything, his father merely raised one eyebrow when he saw Jen walk in behind Wes. "Good afternoon, Wesley, Jen." And with that, he motioned for Philips to put out settings for two more people.
Wes settled down in a chair, Jen quietly sitting next to him. "I heard you were back," Mr. Collins said to Jen. "I couldn't believe my ears. How are you?"
"I'm fine," Jen replied. Good and neutral, Wes noted approvingly.
"Good, good," Mr. Collins told her. "Are you back... permanently?"
"I am... or intend to be," Jen offered.
Wordlessly, Wes showed his father the engagement ring. His father's expression emulated one of startlement, but he somehow managed not to say anything for a minute or so. "I see. Have you made any plans yet?"
"Not really," Wes confessed.
His father looked at Jen appraisingly. "I presume you had something in mind after you proposed to my son."
Wes was surprised at his father's willingness to accept Jen's proposal as easily as he did; the multimillionare tended towards the conservative and women offering marriage proposals were not exactly common.
Jen gave a rueful smile. "Not really. I have ideas, but I thought it would take a lot longer for Wes to accept me."
"I'll leave it to you two, then, to sort out what you want to do, and then tell me," Wes' father said, though Wes saw the look in his eyes. To his father, this wasn't a marriage proposal. This was a business proposal, and Jen had just taken on the role of junior executive.
To Wes' relief, nothing more significant was said by his father, for his thoughts were more occupied with the realities of bringing Jen into the family and into his time. Sure, Jen had been living in the time, but in as low a profile as possible, something not entirely possible in his family.
And Jen seemed to be taking this whole thing with a grace he didn't think possible. She'd been here exactly once, and that was at the beginning, back when his father hadn't quite learned to be flexible and when he himself had not quite had his eyes opened to the possibilities of life, or for that matter, the possibility of people from the future. He'd made a fool of himself that day, and it was only his persistence and Trip's that he'd ended up permanent on Jen's team.
* * *
Later on, after the three of them had finished lunch, Mr. Collins had gone back to his work, or at least that's the excuse he'd made. In reality, Wes expected, he simply wanted the two of them to work things out now that they were officially engaged. One of the things that both he and his father had learned the hard way was that they were both exceedingly stubborn, and his father knew enough now to not try to push him in any direction, though gentle guidance was always at hand.
So he took Jen out to the area by the pool, near where Trip had once persuaded him to come back and try to persuade Jen once more to let him be a part of the team. Jen wouldn't know that, of course, but it felt right to Wes to plan out a future that had only happened because he was willing to ditch a meeting and risk going to someone who was ready to reject him. If it had failed, he'd never have been on the team at all, and he certainly wouldn't be sitting with Jen making wedding plans.
"What do we do next?" Wes asked idly, looking over at the recently-cleaned pool.
Beside him, in the next chair, Jen answered, "When I told your father I didn't really have any idea, I meant it."
She was smiling faintly, a half-embarrased look that probably had something to do with having one's dream come true and not being really prepared for the aftermath. "How does that happen here?"
"You know, I never asked?" Wes said, grinning back in his own embarassment. "We're not married yet, so there's no reason for 'you' to move here, just yet. I guess we'll just have to continue on with our lives until we can get married. Dad's probably planning the wedding as we speak." A though occured to him. "Rachel Whannel doesn't really exist, does she?"
Jen shook her head. "She died at two months old, of something called SIDS. That's why Lucas and I chose her - I knew that I wasn't going to be anywhere but Silver Hills, and one of Trip's programs changed the data so that everyone thinks that she didn't die. That I'm her. There shouldn't be any problems with the documentation, Wes. There can't be. We worked so hard to make sure I had a place to exist here. If my cover slipped, I could be found by Time Force - and they'd certainly consider me rogue."
Wes gave a slight nod. It had briefly occurred to him that Jen was in big trouble with her former employers, but only at this moment he realized how big a sacrifice that Jen had made to come back to him and be a part of his life. Five years of planning had gone into making sure that 'Rachel Whannel' had an identity in 2002, that there was no indication that Jen Scotts had survived her timeship accident. "Anyway, do you want to stay in your current job?"
His new fiancee gave a nod. "It's better that way. If I start making waves in the timeline, Time Force is bound to notice."
"Dad'll want grandchildren," Wes said, knowing how his father's mind worked. An attractive wife, children to continue the family business... it had been secondary to his father's attempts to get him interested in maintaining BioLab, but still there. "Did your mother have any problems carrying you?"
Jen gulped noticeably. "Producing kids doesn't work that way in my time," Jen responded quietly. "Humans just don't get pregnant anymore. I was concieved in a lab, Wes. My parents picked out my traits and then, nine months later I was born. We call it Canting, because children are gestated in containers, not in any sort of biological construct, and then when they're ready they're removed."
"Decanted. So," Wes said, "If somehow you and I were together in your time, we'd go and order up a baby and then we'd come back nine months later?"
She gave a small nod. "That's how it works. Not all species do it that way - Trip was born the same way you were, for example, but that's because Xybrian infants have to have a telepathic bond with their mothers - but we do." She paused. "It can't be that much harder than fighting Ransik for months on end."
Wes had to smile at that. "Don't know, never tried it."
Jen looked back at the pool. "It's funny, Lucas and Trip and Katie and I planned so much during the last five years, and now everything's working out I've forgotten what to do next."
"They wouldn't want you to be anything but happy," he said.
Jen pondered that. "They knew how we felt for each other, even when we didn't realize it ourselves."
"And teased you mercilessly when you got home, I bet."
A corner of her mouth quirked up. "Yeah."
"I guess we have the rest of our lives to thank them for that. And the planning."
"We do."
He followed her gaze back to the pool. So placid. Reaching for her, he drew her to himself until they could share a full kiss. At that moment, nothing mattered but the pool and the days ahead.
"Don't worry, be happy," he murmured when the kiss broke, looking into Jen's eyes.
Jen gave him another small smile. "I hope we will."
-end
Disclaimer: Characters belong to bVe, not me.
Author's notes:All that can be said is that I got them here.
Sunshine Days
by Estirose
copyright 2002
Wes sat down in the spare chair in Jen's apartment, letting Jen dry her hair before they both announced their intentions to the world. Or at least to his father and Eric, and then to the world.
He fiddled with the engagement ring on his finger, scarcely believing that he had just accepted the proposal of someone who wasn't even supposed to be *in* his time. Not that he was complaining; he didn't think he would ever get to be with Jen again, and here he was given a full lifetime, barring accidents or Time Force intervention.
Jen came out of the bathroom, dyed hair fluffing out from her face, hardly a look he really associated with Jen. He supposed that was supposed to help keep Time Force off their rogue officer's trail, just as the change of name had, but it was certainly hard to get used to.
"You look wonderful," he said, and Jen smiled tenatively.
"Thanks," she said. "I might as well look my best if we're going to talk to your father."
"Belive me, he'll appreciate it," Wes told her. Standing up, he said, "Come on, let's surprise him."
* * *
But, if anything, his father merely raised one eyebrow when he saw Jen walk in behind Wes. "Good afternoon, Wesley, Jen." And with that, he motioned for Philips to put out settings for two more people.
Wes settled down in a chair, Jen quietly sitting next to him. "I heard you were back," Mr. Collins said to Jen. "I couldn't believe my ears. How are you?"
"I'm fine," Jen replied. Good and neutral, Wes noted approvingly.
"Good, good," Mr. Collins told her. "Are you back... permanently?"
"I am... or intend to be," Jen offered.
Wordlessly, Wes showed his father the engagement ring. His father's expression emulated one of startlement, but he somehow managed not to say anything for a minute or so. "I see. Have you made any plans yet?"
"Not really," Wes confessed.
His father looked at Jen appraisingly. "I presume you had something in mind after you proposed to my son."
Wes was surprised at his father's willingness to accept Jen's proposal as easily as he did; the multimillionare tended towards the conservative and women offering marriage proposals were not exactly common.
Jen gave a rueful smile. "Not really. I have ideas, but I thought it would take a lot longer for Wes to accept me."
"I'll leave it to you two, then, to sort out what you want to do, and then tell me," Wes' father said, though Wes saw the look in his eyes. To his father, this wasn't a marriage proposal. This was a business proposal, and Jen had just taken on the role of junior executive.
To Wes' relief, nothing more significant was said by his father, for his thoughts were more occupied with the realities of bringing Jen into the family and into his time. Sure, Jen had been living in the time, but in as low a profile as possible, something not entirely possible in his family.
And Jen seemed to be taking this whole thing with a grace he didn't think possible. She'd been here exactly once, and that was at the beginning, back when his father hadn't quite learned to be flexible and when he himself had not quite had his eyes opened to the possibilities of life, or for that matter, the possibility of people from the future. He'd made a fool of himself that day, and it was only his persistence and Trip's that he'd ended up permanent on Jen's team.
* * *
Later on, after the three of them had finished lunch, Mr. Collins had gone back to his work, or at least that's the excuse he'd made. In reality, Wes expected, he simply wanted the two of them to work things out now that they were officially engaged. One of the things that both he and his father had learned the hard way was that they were both exceedingly stubborn, and his father knew enough now to not try to push him in any direction, though gentle guidance was always at hand.
So he took Jen out to the area by the pool, near where Trip had once persuaded him to come back and try to persuade Jen once more to let him be a part of the team. Jen wouldn't know that, of course, but it felt right to Wes to plan out a future that had only happened because he was willing to ditch a meeting and risk going to someone who was ready to reject him. If it had failed, he'd never have been on the team at all, and he certainly wouldn't be sitting with Jen making wedding plans.
"What do we do next?" Wes asked idly, looking over at the recently-cleaned pool.
Beside him, in the next chair, Jen answered, "When I told your father I didn't really have any idea, I meant it."
She was smiling faintly, a half-embarrased look that probably had something to do with having one's dream come true and not being really prepared for the aftermath. "How does that happen here?"
"You know, I never asked?" Wes said, grinning back in his own embarassment. "We're not married yet, so there's no reason for 'you' to move here, just yet. I guess we'll just have to continue on with our lives until we can get married. Dad's probably planning the wedding as we speak." A though occured to him. "Rachel Whannel doesn't really exist, does she?"
Jen shook her head. "She died at two months old, of something called SIDS. That's why Lucas and I chose her - I knew that I wasn't going to be anywhere but Silver Hills, and one of Trip's programs changed the data so that everyone thinks that she didn't die. That I'm her. There shouldn't be any problems with the documentation, Wes. There can't be. We worked so hard to make sure I had a place to exist here. If my cover slipped, I could be found by Time Force - and they'd certainly consider me rogue."
Wes gave a slight nod. It had briefly occurred to him that Jen was in big trouble with her former employers, but only at this moment he realized how big a sacrifice that Jen had made to come back to him and be a part of his life. Five years of planning had gone into making sure that 'Rachel Whannel' had an identity in 2002, that there was no indication that Jen Scotts had survived her timeship accident. "Anyway, do you want to stay in your current job?"
His new fiancee gave a nod. "It's better that way. If I start making waves in the timeline, Time Force is bound to notice."
"Dad'll want grandchildren," Wes said, knowing how his father's mind worked. An attractive wife, children to continue the family business... it had been secondary to his father's attempts to get him interested in maintaining BioLab, but still there. "Did your mother have any problems carrying you?"
Jen gulped noticeably. "Producing kids doesn't work that way in my time," Jen responded quietly. "Humans just don't get pregnant anymore. I was concieved in a lab, Wes. My parents picked out my traits and then, nine months later I was born. We call it Canting, because children are gestated in containers, not in any sort of biological construct, and then when they're ready they're removed."
"Decanted. So," Wes said, "If somehow you and I were together in your time, we'd go and order up a baby and then we'd come back nine months later?"
She gave a small nod. "That's how it works. Not all species do it that way - Trip was born the same way you were, for example, but that's because Xybrian infants have to have a telepathic bond with their mothers - but we do." She paused. "It can't be that much harder than fighting Ransik for months on end."
Wes had to smile at that. "Don't know, never tried it."
Jen looked back at the pool. "It's funny, Lucas and Trip and Katie and I planned so much during the last five years, and now everything's working out I've forgotten what to do next."
"They wouldn't want you to be anything but happy," he said.
Jen pondered that. "They knew how we felt for each other, even when we didn't realize it ourselves."
"And teased you mercilessly when you got home, I bet."
A corner of her mouth quirked up. "Yeah."
"I guess we have the rest of our lives to thank them for that. And the planning."
"We do."
He followed her gaze back to the pool. So placid. Reaching for her, he drew her to himself until they could share a full kiss. At that moment, nothing mattered but the pool and the days ahead.
"Don't worry, be happy," he murmured when the kiss broke, looking into Jen's eyes.
Jen gave him another small smile. "I hope we will."
-end
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