No one in the ouse paid any attention to her as she slid in the front

door, rubbing her shinny jeans against the door accidently. Trinity was

eating a last supper, salad. And the rest of the Forces were either in the rooms

or out. It was easy for Schulyer to make a quiet entry to her room. But, in

a way it wasn't. Jack was sitting on his bed, his room at the end of the upstairs hall,

door wide open. Schulyer didn't know what she wanted more. Resistance or Him.

She tried her best to ignore it and headed to her room. Not more than a few

seconds later, just as she took off her boots and sat on the bed, did Jack pop

his head in the door way.

"Glad to see your home," he mused.

His voice startled her, " ....Uh, thanks."

" You really were great at the trial Schulyer."

" Oh, well if it weren't for you," Schulyer swallowed her hate for mimi, "and

mimi, then I'd be dead."

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," he said walking in the room.

Jack was wearing his blue plaid sweats and a white tank top. His blonde

hair was soaked from the shower and it fell over his face. "Oh, I almost forgot. Your

agent called while you were in the hospital. She wished you a happy get well and wanted

to tell you you're booked for a photoshoot next Friday," Jack smiled. Schulyer sighed. Another

thing to worry about. "Thanks, for tell me." She sat on the bed as Jack looked around her room.

A lot changed since she first moved stopped at her window, and turned back to

her, "Tell me why...can't," he was trying to spit it out,"why can't we try?"

He never stopped with this, which made it even harder. He did love her. But he never should.

" Jack...you know why. You of all people....know." Schulyer fiddled with her black nail-polished fingers.

He looked at her bewild, "You, don't want this?" Schulyer swallowed down all emotions. She had been

through so much that she didn't need this. Or him. "Jack, you..no I don't want this. I want you to be with

Mimi. I want to be with Oliver." That was the hardest thing she had ever had to say. Jack was pacing back and

forth between the window and the dresser in an angry pase. "You want that worthless Conduit," Jack growled

during mid-pase. That struck Schulyer hard. From her bed she said in mono-tone, "Yes I do."

"Rediculous! He can offer you Nothing," Jack growled louder.

"I think you better leave," Schulyer said a bit frightened.

"You...This..WORTHLESS," Jack boomed and stomped out of the room.

Schulyer quickly jumped off the bed and locked the door. That was the side of Jack that he'd been

hiding. Angel of Destruction. Schulyer knew things would be rocky between them for now on, but it was the

way it had to be. She, leaning against the brown cedar door, looked out the window, silently wishing for

some sort of help.