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AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER

Takes place in my "What Wes Had To Fight For" reality and is broken up into two sections that deal with the scenes where Wes tricked the other TF Rangers into going into the Time Ship and when Eric took a bullet meant for him and his dad. Power Rangers belongs to Haim Saban, Disney, and Nickelodeon. This is mainly from Wes' POV.

"Let's go," Lucas said and the other Time Force Rangers started out.

"Lucas!" Wes called and ran to the boy. "Hold on, man. There's something I want-" he began to say. Aw, screw it, he thought and shoved him towards the others. Then, he ran out and shut the door.

"WES!" they all shouted and started banging on the ship and clamoring. He ran to the middle of the beach and turned around. He saw them run to the other end of the ship.

"Wes!" Jen cried desperately.

"You have to go back to your time," he insisted. He saw them all shake their heads. "You'll be safe there. Trust me: it's for the best," he continued. Besides, I'm not worth you all risking your lives. The future needs you. I don't, he thought. He listened as Trip said that he felt like that this time was his home and he said that it couldn't be. When Jen started crying and said that she wanted to tell him something, it nearly broke his heart. She had fallen for him, and now it was too late.

"Don't worry. Everything you've ever wanted is in the future," he told her. Please, Jen. Just forget about me. I'm not worth it, he thought. The ship lurched and he watched as the time hole opened and carried his friends away. Then, he ran off.

"I'm sorry for pushing you to do things my way," Andrew Collins told him. "I'm very proud of you, Son," he said. Wes fought to swallow the lump that was in his throat. He's proud of me. He's really proud of me, he thought. Then, he embraced his father tightly. A Cyclobot sat up, pointing a gun at Wes. Seeing this, Eric moved in front of them.

"Watch out!" he shouted, firing. He hit the Cyclobot, but, it had also hit him. Eric froze, and then fell to the ground.

"Eric!" Wes shouted as he and his father ran to him. "Dad, you gotta help," he said.

"I'll take him," the man assured.

"Eric, why'd you do that? I'm not worth dying for…I never have been," Wes said quietly. I don't get it. I'm just a punk street kid. Why is everyone so willing to die for me? he wondered. Eric gasped. Not worth-what? Why would he think that? he silently asked. Andrew stared at his son in shock. I had no idea he still felt that way, he thought.

"You listen to me, Wesley. You're worth dying for. I know I haven't been good to you lately, and your mother would kick my butt for it," he said. Then he gently grabbed his son's face so that they were looking at each other. "We chose you because we love you. No matter what anyone else has ever told you, you're worth it. Your life is worth it. You're still that boy we chose to adopt. Do you understand me?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir," Wes answered. Then, Eric gave him his weapon and he ran off.