A/N: So this one took a totally different direction as I was writing it. It's much darker than anything I've written before, but I enjoyed it. Also, I didn't quite know how to end it so that is why it ends the way it does. Enjoy and review please!


What a stupid question. Do I love her?

He internally scoffed when he thought back to the session with Dr. Gyson as he drove through the rain. It was really storming; sort of odd for this time of year.

He didn't know where he was going, but he needed to just be out. His reason for driving around was so he wouldn't get lost in his thoughts; so much for that.

It's none of her goddamn business anyways, even if I did love Eames. How dare she ask me that!

He thought about their partnership and how long they've been together. They'd been through so much and she always stood by his side. She was so loyal to him, and he tried his best to return the favor. Sometimes that didn't work out so well, but he did try.

He turned on the radio to try to quiet his constantly racing mind.

Yea right, like that'll work.

After a few songs, he turned the radio back off. He should've known better than to think he could fool his own brain that easily.

He finally started to register where he was headed. Towards Eames's house.

Why do I always go back to her? I didn't even think about it and I still ended up at her place.

Who am I kidding, of course I'll always go to her. She's my support system, my rock. I know I love her. I'll deny it to the death before I tell Gyson. If you ask me she got way too much enjoyment out of watching me squirm with discomfort at her particular line of questioning today.

Eames will never know either. I've already tainted her career as it is. She doesn't need me all over her. Although, that's exactly what I'd like to have happen. I want so badly to be with her. What I want doesn't matte, though. I need to do what's best for her. It's the least I can do considering all the bullshit I've already put her through.

He was lost in his thoughts again, when all of the sudden the car in front of his came to a hault. The road was soaked and oily from the heavy rain, and his car skidded as he slammed on his brakes. His Mustang swirved violently as he lost control of the vehicle. He ended up in a ditch off the side of the highway. His car had flipped over, and he hit his head hard more than a few times on the steering wheel as the car had been doing flip flops.

He knew this was the end as his mind became clouded. As he thought of Eames one last time before he completely lost consiousness, one lone tear escaped his eye.

Now she really never will know...


A/N 2: I hope this came out okay. I know it's short but I had to write something and this is how it came out. Thanks for reading!