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they used to belong to MMPR Productions and Saban. No copyright
infringement is intended.
Note: We blame Michael Copon’s surfacing in One Tree Hill and
Erin Cahill’s Applebees commercial for this fic. Tigger finally getting
a Trader Joe’s nearby in the next few weeks probably didn’t hurt.
30th Century Blues
by TpTigger and Estirose
“Hey there! Open the door!”
Jen glared at the door, ignoring the fervent knocks. She didn’t want to
talk to anyone at the moment. Especially not any of her erstwhile
teammates–the knocker in particular. She knew Katie would want to talk
about Wes. Extensively. And she didn’t want to talk about Wes. Not
then. Not ever.
“Jen, we know you’re in there.”
Lucas too? Great, just great. Just what she needed. A team intervention.
“Jen, please. You don’t really want to be alone right now, do you?”
“Are you guys ganging up on me?” she muttered, resisting the temptation
to bury her head in the cushions of her couch. Couldn’t they at least
have called before coming to her quarters and attempting to break down
“Come on, Jen,” Trip pleaded, he sounded pathetic, but Jen was sure he
was faking. “We know you’re in there.”
“You mean, you know she’s in there,” she heard Lucas mutter.
“And I’m telling you,” Trip muttered back.
So what if they knew she was home? She still didn’t want to talk to
them about Wes. Or anything else for that matter. Jen preferred to just
stay in her apartment and try to forget that she was never going to see
“Jen, please, we’re worried,” Katie pleaded. “We don’t want you to be
alone right now.”
“I’m fine,” Jen called, in an effort to ward her teammates away. Why
wouldn’t they believe her?
“Bull,” Lucas said, being his usual direct–and annoying–self.
“C’mon,” Trip said in his best pleading voice. Which would have worked
better had she been in a better mood. Sometimes she just had to not
listen to the Xybrian. This was one of those times.
“We’re not going away until you let us in,” Lucas said.
“We out stubborned Eric, we can out stubborn you,” Katie added, giving
the door a meaningful thump.
“We have 21st Century snacks,” Trip tried, his voice teasing–as if that
would somehow get her to open the door.
There was only one way to get rid of them wasn’t there. “Guys….”
“Come on, Jen,” Lucas interrupted. “I brought movie discs.” Lucas had
gone from directness to pleading? Great, just great.
“GUYS!” Jen shouted at them in her frustration.
“Yes?” Katie asked, her voice expectant.
“I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I’m fine.” Jen kept her
voice firm, authoritative. She wanted to sound as if she were giving
them a battle plan.
“Then open the door and let us see for ourselves,” Lucas said, willing
to directly admit that he didn’t believe a word of what she’d just said.
Jen rolled her eyes, opened the door, and glared at her teammates,
hoping the glare would scare them off.
“That would be more effective without the tear streaks,” Lucas said,
giving her a strong hug.
“Lucas. I’m tired. It’s been a long day… a long week.” She felt like
she was going to drop off to sleep at any minute, not that she’d tell
her teammates that.
“I know,” he said, amazingly understandingly, “and we won’t be insulted
if you fall asleep on us. We slept on the floor together in a clock
tower for a year, what’s the big deal if you fall asleep on your couch?”
“We just want to be here for you right now,” Katie said, giving her a
‘I’m here for you’ look.
“Guys,” she complained, wondering if she could eject them all by force.
Lucas pulled her inside, making room for the three of them to come in.
“What was it Wes said to Eric that one time? Resistance is futile?”
Trip grinned, clearly recognizing the reference. “From that TV
series–what was it called?”
“Star something or other,” Katie said, biting her lip, trying to
Jen just groaned.
“C’mon, I got one of that Aquatian comedy you were so hot to see last
year,” Lucas said, holding out the cases. “Or there’s that movie Eric
was so hot to see last week. Guess he was right about it being a
Jen sighed, was she going to have to reason with them again. “Guys….”
“I brought the latest drama from Xybria,” Trip volunteered. “It stars
Detson Nerran! You liked that movie last year with him in it….”
Jen fell back on the couch. Obviously scare tactics weren’t going to
“I snuck chocolate back from 2002,” Katie added, handing Jen a one
pound chocolate bar from Trader Joe’s. “Here you go.”
“I brought popcorn!” Trip cheered, producing a bag from his backpack.
“You guys couldn’t have movie night at Katie’s place?” Jen asked, as if
to ward them off again.
“Katie wasn’t depressed,” Trip said, patting Jen’s arm affectionately.
Jen shook her head, covering her eyes. “What makes you think I am?”
“You’re not going to see Wes again,” Lucas said, bluntly, though his
tone was soft. “We knew we’d probably have occasion to go back. Now
that it’s happened, chances are Time Force is never going to let any of
the five of us into Wes and Eric’s lifetimes ever again.”
“I miss Wes,” Trip said sadly. “And I’m not the one in love with him.”
“I think we all do,” Lucas said, he was trying to remain stoic and
“Eric too, even,” Katie added.
“Has anyone looked them up?” Trip mused absently. “You know, see what
happened to them. If they ever…”
Jen hugged her knees to her chest. She didn’t want to know what
happened to Wes. If he was happy, she wasn’t sure she could stand that
knowledge. And if he died prematurely… she wasn’t sure she could handle
“Not a good idea,” Lucas said to his green-haired teammate.
“Not right away,” Katie said gently. “No matter how much…”
“Guys, it’s okay. Really,” Jen said as Trip set the movie into the
“Jen, how long have we known each other?” Lucas asked suddenly.
“A while,” Jen answered, feeling like she hadn’t slept for a thousand
“You do know this is the first time I’ve ever even seen evidence that
you’d been crying,” Lucas said observantly.
“I’m tired, It’s been a very very long week, what do you expect?” Jen
snapped as Trip loaded the movie.
Katie moved to Jen’s side. “If anyone knows, it’s us.” Katie tried to
wrap an arm around Jen, but Jen squirmed away.
“Knows what?” Jen snapped irritably..
“What it’s like to leave what you love behind, for the good of the
universe,” Trip said softly.
Jen stared. “What could you know about that?” None of her teammates had
fallen in love in the past. Lust, certainly (most especially Lucas),
but not love.
“There’s other kinds of love besides romantic love, Jen.” Lucas
squeezed her shoulder.
“I never was in love in the 21st century,” Katie said softly, clearly
remembering something good. “But I loved the century itself.”
“He was our friend, too,” Trip added gently. “A good friend.
“Why are we talking about Wes like he’s dead?” Jen asked, feeling
“Do you see High Command letting us back anytime soon?” Lucas pointed
Jen shook her head. “No, but we left him and Eric this evening.” She
wasn’t ready to believe Wes was no longer with her. Not yet.
“And a thousand years ago,” Katie pointed out, her voice wistful. “The
human life span is around 100 years. Wes was, what? Twenty three? You
do the math, Jen.”
Jen sighed. Intellectually, she knew what Katie said had to be true.
Emotionally, however, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Wes was out
Lucas took the chocolate bar from her hands, opened it, and gave her a
large chunk. “Eat,” he wheedled. “You could use it.”
Jen chewed on the chocolate, only sort of tasting it. “You realize
there’s a reason Junk Food was banned,” she mused.
“Yeah,” Lucas shrugged, as if it didn’t matter, “but this is our last
chance at it ever, might as well enjoy it.”
Jen sighed, not wanting to deal with that at the moment.
Lucas sat next to her on the couch, draping an arm around her shoulders.
“Does Nadira know you’re here?” Jen asked conversationally, trying to
put a buffer between herself and her teammate.
“Yeah,” Lucas said, blushing a bit but not letting go.
“We figured it should just be the team tonight,” Katie said, somewhat
distracted by the movie.
“What’s left of it,” Jen muttered. Yes, Trip, Katie, and Lucas where
there, but so what?
“Just because Wes and Eric aren’t here physically, doesn’t mean they’re
not here in spirit,” Lucas argued. His grip on Jen’s shoulders
tightened a little–whether he was trying to reassure her or himself,
Jen wasn’t quite sure.
Jen nodded. “I guess.” She was tempted to lean into Lucas’s embrace,
but it felt as wrong as it did natural.
“I wish I’d thought to bring pizza,” Trip muttered at random.
Katie turned, making a face at Trip. “Where were you going to get
“There was a pizza place right near the Trader Joe’s,” Trip reminded
“I think they would’ve smelled it and confiscated it,” Lucas pointed
out logically. “And probably found the chocolate too.”
“Not if it wasn’t baked,” Trip said, a small smile lighting up his face.
“Baked,” Lucas said thoughtfully, looking at Trip as if he’d said
“What?” Trip asked, looking confused.
“We have cheese in this century right? And bread and tomato sauce,”
Lucas pointed out. “We could make our own pizza.”
Katie grinned. “Yes!” she exclaimed.
“No,” Jen said firmly. “You guys aren’t making pizza here tonight.” The
last thing she wanted was the mess of the team baking–especially given
the last time such endeavors had been undertaken.
“Not tonight,” Trip agreed. “I was thinking… some other night.”
“When the stuff we bought in 2002 was gone,” Katie added. “You know, a
little taste of the 21st Century.”
Jen sighed, deeply.
“This help?” Lucas asked. He pulled a Polaroid picture out of his
“Where’d you get this?” Jen asked, taking it from him and holding it
like a treasure map.
“Alyssa was taking them at the picnic, remember? I asked her for this
one,” Lucas said.
Katie walked around the couch to look, careful not to pry the picture
out of Jen’s hands. “That’s pretty good picture of the team.”
Jen wiped away a tear, not wanting them to see her cry.
Lucas squeezed her against him. “I miss them too.”
“Me three,” Katie said softly, wiping away a tear of her own.
“Me four,” Trip said, also moving to look at the picture, his movie
“Me five,” Jen managed, the floodgates finally breaking.
Katie and Trip joined in the hug, wanting to comfort her.
Jen hugged back, drawing strength from her teammates.
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