A/N: ::Pulls herself away from the computer:: Noo....cannot...write....another sappy....story... ::Suddenly gives into the force and starts writing.:: Aw, what the heck...



Jake walked along the beach, his footprints indenting the wet sand as he walked. The cool spray of the ocean dampened his face. After several moments, he saw where he had wanted to go. He sped up to a jog and went over to a build-up of some rocks. He pulled himself up with little effort and crawled to the top.

He then sat in a comfortable position and pulled his legs up to his chest. It was a windy day and waves crashed into the shore, spraying his face with salty water. After being sprayed several times, he shivered. It was colder than he had thought, and being in his morphing suit didn't help the cold. I should have biked here... He thought.

As he looked down at the sand, he saw a crab making it's way across the sand. Aren't you lucky... Jake sighed. Oblivious to what's going on. You don't have to make decicions that could get you and your friends killed. He ran his hand tiredly through his hair. Why do I live this life? Why me? I'm only a kid, I shouldn't have to deal with this kind of stuff. Let the FBI handle it. Why me?

Another breeze blew through and he shivered again. He rubbed his hands together for some warmth. "Why?" He said, quietly and tentively. He seemed to wait for a reply. Suddenly he outburst. "WHY?" He nearly screamed the word, but it was muffled by the sheer size of the ocean. The words were swallowed before they were heard by any human ears. The sudden outburst had scared and startled him. "What am I becoming?" He said to no one in particular. "No, what have I become? I use my friends, I kill, and I lie so much every day." His voice was quiet, almost to the point of mumbling.

Suddenly he stood up. He looked over the edge of the rock build-up. It was a good 15 feet up. Why don't you jump? Don't you want a way out?

He asked himself. Suddenly he shook his head. What was he thinking? He couldn't commit suicide. He backed up slowly. Suddenly there was a voice that startled him.

"What are you doing, Jake?" The voice had some fear in it.

Suddenly he fell to his knees. He heard the person scramble up the rocks. As she appeared, he reconized Cassie. She quickly walked over to him and had him lean on her. "Shh...it's okay, Jake. It's okay..." Her voice comforted him.

He sat up in a horrid realization of what he'd been thinking of doing. "Cassie, oh my God. I was thinking of jumping.....I wanted to die for a moment.." He closed his eyes. "I was thinking of commiting suicide."

Cassie, hugged him. "Jake, it's alright. I'm here now."

He felt the wamth of her body and calmed down a little. Cassie was always there for him. No matter what. He looked her in the eyes. "How did you know I'd be here?" He saw a gleam in her eye.

"Well, I saw a falcon fly over the farm, so I thought that it might be you. So I followed you." As Jake looked closer at her he noticed that she was wearing her morphing suit.

A moment of silence followed. "Cassie, you've always been there for me. You've always known when to comfort me and when to leave me alone for awhile. I just wanted to tell you...."

He was cut off as Cassie brought her finger up to his lips in a motion for silence. He smiled, then they came together and kissed. When they broke apart, nothing was said. Cassie carefully slid off the rocks and began to norph osprey. She soon finished and turned to see Jake still siting on the rocks. < I'll always be there when you need me, Jake. You'll never be alone. Don't forget.> With that, she spred her wings and flapped until atching a headwind. Then she was gone.

Jake stayed on the rocks after she had left. You'll never be alone either, Cassie... He thought, then slid off the rocks and began to morph.





The End