"Ready to go?" Sully asked, as Michaela opened the front door.

"What are you doing here?" She stepped back a little, clearly surprised.

"I'm going to take you to work," he grinned. "All set?"

"Sully its five o'clock in the morning," she looked around. "You don't have to take me to work. I have my own car."

"I thought it'd give us a chance to be together," he smiled, wrapping his arm around her waist. "I'm not going to get to see you as much anymore."

"So you want to get up at five every morning and take me to work?" she was flabbergasted.

"Yep."

"Did my father put you up to this?" she asked. "Because of Jack?"

"No, I wanted to take you. And…your mother kinda said something," he didn't want to lie.

"Mother," she was amazed.

"She came over last night, kind of hinting around to it."

"Sully, truly I can take myself to work." Kissing him on the cheek, she smiled, "Why don't you go back to sleep."

Shaking his head, he tickled her side. "Sorry you're stuck with me."

Placing her hand on her hip she eyed him. "How am I supposed to get home?"

"Just give me a call when you're ready, I'll come get ya."

"Sully, you have a job too. A very important one and you can't just drop everything and pick me up. Besides I don't know when I'll be getting out. You have no idea what kind of hours I'll be keeping."

"Well that's the good thing about being the boss," he grinned. "I can leave whenever I want."

She was hesitant, "Are you sure?"

"Of course," he grabbed her bag that was sitting by her feet. "Let's go."

Walking down the driveway to Sully's awaiting car she hopped in. "So what are your plans today?"

"I have to stop in at the office. I'll probably even be at the hospital today. They've been putting a bug in my ear about adding on a new wing onto the hospital."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Well," she smiled mischievously. "If you really wanted to spend some time with me perhaps we could do lunch today, but only if you're already at the hospital."

"I think that could be arranged, Dr. Quinn," he smiled, rubbing her knee.

"Good."

Pulling his laptop from its case Jack set it upon the mahogany desk in his hotel room. Logging on he turned up the volume, his face breaking in a bright smile. The last time he broke into Michaela's office he planted a few bugs, hoping to learn more about her and where she was living and more importantly who knew she was alive. He drove all over town trying to see if he could find Michaela and came up unfruitful.

"I'm not leaving till I find you," he scoffed. "And you better hope that nobody knows you're alive. It will make it much easier for me to just kill you."

Hearing the door of Michaela's office shut, Jack leaned back in his chair ready to hear the stream of conversations.

"You can sit on the couch if you want," Michaela said. "Let me just unpack the food."

"You have a nice office," Sully looked around. "But you should girly it up a bit."

"Girly it up?" she grinned.

"You know, like your house. It…it just reminds me of you. Your office doesn't have that yet."

"Well it is my first day," she handed him the Chinese box. "I have time."

"You do," he patted the cushion next to him. "Come sit down. How was your morning?"

"Surgery went well," she nodded. "I did a triple bypass on a fifty-six year old man."

"Really."

"And you know, Sully, it was almost like time had never stopped. I…I could remember everything, it was so natural for me. I was so afraid that it wouldn't."

Taking her hand Sully squeezed it for a moment. "Because you're a good doctor and nothing can ever change that."

"I've never had anyone believe in me the way you have Sully," she smiled. "Except for my father."

"You're so full of yourself, Michaela," Jack scoffed. "You were always daddy's little rich girl getting everything you always wanted."

"Speaking of your father, has he talked to John? Does he know anymore about Jack? Is he here on business?"

At the sound of his name, Jack's blood ran cold. Her family knew he was in Colorado! That must also mean they know she's alive. "Damnit!" he swore aloud. "Damnit, they must have had me followed!"

"They still don't know where he's at. And John said it's not a good sign if he doesn't leave in a few days. His business trips never last more than four to five days."

Turing on his Blackberry Jack realized he'd been in Colorado for five days. What was he going to do? He couldn't let her parents know he knew were Michaela was. He would have to pretend this was a business trip and then go back to Mystic. "This messes everything up! Damnit Michaela!"

Putting down his Chinese box he pulled her into his arms. "Don't worry about him, alright. Just focus on yourself and your job, because Jack won't get to you."

"How can you be so sure," she leaned against him. "You don't know him."

"Because he'd have to get through me first and that's not going to happen."

Jack sat back down, his eyes narrowed, listening to Sully. "Oh don't tell me," he breathed. "Don't even tell me you've found someone in this hick little town." Jack could tell by the sound in Sully's voice that something was going on between his wife and that man.

Touching Sully's chin Michaela looked into his eyes. "There is one more thing I'd like to focus on."

"What's that," he smiled.

"Us."

"Oh really," he slid back onto the couch taking Michaela with him. "Exactly what part would you like to focus on?"

"I made a little list."

"And what's at the top of that list?"

"Well it starts out like this," she kissed his cheek. "And then goes to this," she kissed the other.

"I think I like this list. How about you skip a few?"

"And go to what?" she asked.

"This," he pulled her in closer and kissed her firmly on the lips. Feeling Michaela relax against his chest he smiled against her lips and touched her cheek. "Sometimes I feel like I can't get enough of you."

"That so," her lip turned upward.

"You're such a whore," Jack shook his head, sitting back in his chair. "I can't believe this. Just wait till I find you."

"I was wondering," Sully smiled, pushing back a piece of hair behind Michaela's ear. "When I was driving over here today I saw the Colorado Springs Carnival was going on downtown in the fair grounds. Would you like to go with me tonight?"

Edging closer Jack waited to hear her response. He himself remembered seeing the Carnival and knew it would be a great place to blend in and ultimately follow them home.

"Oh Sully, I don't know," she hesitated. "I've barely spent anytime with my family. I should really stay home with them."

"They can come too," Sully nodded. "I think Rebecca, John, Maureen and Robert would have fun. Your parents can come too."

"All of us?" her eyes grew wide.

"Yeah it'd be fun. It's something we could all do together. Get our mind off of certain things. What do you say?"

"Well…I'd have to ask them first."

Jack couldn't believe his ears. Her whole family was in Colorado. "I can't believe this! Damnit, Michaela how long have you been planning this? Why didn't I see this?" Standing up he looked out his hotel room window. He would have to come up with a new plan. He would never be able to get to Michaela with her family all there. He would have to go back to Mystic for a few days. Make her family think he was just here on business, and then some way make it back. He would have to wait till her family left.

He would park outside the hospital tonight, wait for Michaela to get out, then follow her home. He had to at least know where she lived. Everything would fall into place once he came back.

"Maureen!" Michaela's eyes grew wide. "What are you eating?"

"What?" she shot her a nasty look. "It's a hotdog on a stick. It looked good."

Laughing Michaela shook her head. Taking Sully's hand she threaded it through her fingers, "What should we do now?"

"Look," Robert pointed. "It's the Tough Man Bell."

"Oh lord," Maureen rolled her eyes. "Robert, what is it with you and that game? You never make it to the top."

"That's because they're rigged," John said. "Everyone knows that."

"I don't know about that," Sully broke in. "I've hit it a few times."

"That so," Robert walked up to him. "Let's see what you got."

"Okay," he smiled, walking up to the line. "Here Michaela, hold my coat."

Robert took off his coat and handed it to Maureen. Rolling up his sleeves he teetered over to the game picking up the hammer.

He's going to make a fool of himself," Maureen whispered to Michaela and Rebecca. The only thing Robert picks up all day is a pencil.

Giggling Michaela looked over to Sully and flashed him a smile.

"Pick what prize you want Michaela," he pointed to the booth. "Anyone."

"Yeah you pick one too, Maureen," Robert pulled the large hammer over his head. "I have a feeling this one's mine!"

"Hit the dumbbell to the top and win your lady a prize!" the carnie shouted. "See how far your strengths can take you!"

"I can't even watch," Maureen covered her eyes.

"At least your husbands trying," Rebecca eyed John.

"Me," he laughed.

"Yes you, go over there and make Robert feel better when Sully beats the crap out of him."

"Robert's a big boy," John sneered.

"Jonathon Dickenson, you go over there with the other boys and play nice!"

"Ulgh," he huffed, taking off his coat. "And don't you be looking at those prizes over there."

"Some fine men we have," Maureen shook her head.

Taking the hammer Robert took a few practice taps to make sure he would hit the target. "We don't have all day champ," John hollered.

"Shut your face, John," Robert concentrated. Picking the hammer up far above his head he quickly crashed it down upon the metal post. He watched as the lights went up the sides as the dumbbell went up to only six-hundred. "Damn," he stomped his foot. "One more time," he shook his head, handing the carnie another ticket. Taking the hammer again he did a few more practice swings and with all his might he crashed the hammer back down again. This time the dumbbell only went to five-hundred fifty.

"The dumbbell suppose to go up, not down," John cackled.

"Alright," he walked toward John thrusting the hammer in his hands. "Your turn."

"I never wanted to do this in the first place."

"Yeah whatever," Robert took his coat from Maureen. "They do this so they can just get your money. Nobody ever wins this crap."

Looking up at the light John took a deep breath and quickly brought the hammer down as he watched the dumbbell rise. "Seven-hundred!" the carnie shouted. Get to 800 and win a prize! Nobody goes home empty handed!"

"Except for him," Maureen pointed her thumb toward Robert.

"That's okay," John held up his hand. "It's Sully's turn."

Taking the hammer he flashed Michaela a smiled. "A kiss for good luck?"

"Sully…" her face turned red.

"Oh, go on," Maureen pushed her into Sully's arms. "We won't tell mom and dad," she laughed.

Turning she kissed his cheek and gave it a pat, "Good luck."

"You are my luck," he pulled her in, whispering in her ear.

"Go make John and Robert jealous," Michaela turned to her family giving them a wink.

Grabbing the hammer Sully walked up to the base and also took a few practice swings before raising the hammer high above his head. Holding his breath he counted to three, exhaled and brought the hammer down smashing it onto the base. Quickly looking up he watched as the dumbbell skyrocketed to the top hitting the thousand mark. Lights and sirens went off as a burst of fireworks exploded from the top.

"You did it!" Michaela jumped, throwing her arms around Sully neck. "You did it!"

"Guess you are pretty lucky," he kissed her. "Go on, pick what you want."

Turning toward the prize booth Michaela saw tons of stuffed animals anchored to the walls and hung from the ceiling. "How about that one," she pointed to a small brown teddy bear. "That's cute."

Picking the animal from the wall Sully handed it to Michaela. "Here ya go," he smiled.

"Thank-you," she touched the fur.

"Good job, Sully," Rebecca patted his back.

"Thanks."

"Well I think that's enough embarrassment for one night," Maureen tucked her arm around Robert. "Let's go on a ride or something."

"Maureen, you really shouldn't be going on rides or anything," Michaela warned.

"I was thinking about something like the Ferris Wheel, where I can sit down."

"I really don't like heights," Rebecca looked up to the giant wheel. "It makes me anxious."

"I'll hold your hand," John put his arm around her. "You'll be fine."

"If I want to get off, you'll make them stop?"

"Of course," he smiled. "But you'll be fine."

Walking up to the gate Sully handed him two tickets.

"We're watching you two," Maureen smirked.

"Yeah no making out," John laughed. "There's a reason this is Michaela's favorite ride."

"John!" Michaela hit his arm. "Really!"

"I think I'll take my chances," he sat on the metal bench and held his hand out to Michaela. "Come on."

Taking his hand she sat down next to him and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Watching the ground give away she turned to Sully. "I think everyone is having fun tonight."

"I don't know about Robert and John, I don't think they like me too much."

"Yes, they do," Michaela nodded. "They're joking with you, that means they like you. Believe me."

"If you say so," he pulled her in closer.

"I hope my parents are having a good time tonight at the play."

"They seemed excited about it. Besides it was their idea."

"I suppose so." She looked at him.

"So this is your favorite ride, huh?" he wiggled his brow.

"Oh yeah," she grew serious. "I've ridden this ride a few times."

"Michaela!" he was shocked.

"Don't look so surprised," she laughed. "Come here."

Wrapping both arms around her he pulled her in close and gently kissed her. The feeling of the wind blowing in their hair and their soft breaths beating on each others faces cause them both to enjoy the experience immensely. "I'm sure you're sisters are watching us," he looked up.

"Then let's give them something to talk about," she pulled him in closer.

"Oh, let's go in there!" Maureen pointed.

"A fortune teller?" Rebecca was skeptical.

Michaela shook her head, "Maureen you know that's not real. It's not scientific."

"Oh, stop being such a poop. We used to do it all the time when we were kids. It was fun remember?"

"When we were kids."

"Oh come on," Maureen took their hands. "The boys can entertain themselves for a moment."

"Sully…" Michaela turned to him.

"Go on," he laughed. "Robert wants to beat me at some baseball game over there."

"Let him win something," she winked.

"Michaela come on!" Maureen shouted. "His lips will still be there when you get back."

Rolling her eyes she flashed Sully a smiled then walked into the darken tent. As soon as she walked into the center Michaela was struck by the smell of incense. A mixture of jasmine, chamomile, and cedar wafted through the tent as she sat down at an empty table. Jewels and fabric hung from the ceiling creating a dreamy like atmosphere.

"This place makes me nervous," Rebecca looked around.

"Everything makes you nervous," Maureen smirked. "Where is she? I wanna ask her if it's going to be a girl or a boy! Oh, I hope it's a girl."

"Maureen, you would put stock in what some….some fortune teller told you?"

"Why wouldn't she?" A women in a long flowing blue robe walked threw the curtains sitting herself in front of them. Looking at the three women the fortune teller smiled. "It's not everyday I get three sisters coming to see me."

"See," Maureen grinned. "She knows..."

Eying the women Michaela kept her mouth shut. She didn't want to know what her future held for her. She kept telling herself that this woman was a fake and she couldn't possibly know anything about her.

"So," Maureen scooted closer. "I'm I going to have a boy or a girl? I'm just dying to know."

"Maureen it's too soon to know," Michaela told her. "You need to be further along."

"It may be too soon for you to know, doctor," the woman eyed her. "But it's not too soon for me to tell her she's going to give birth to a girl."

Michaela sat frozen, mouth agape.

"Damn," Maureen shook her head. "She's good!"

"Maureen," Rebecca shot her a glare.

"I'm having a girl," Maureen had tears in her eyes, rubbing her belly. Turning to Michaela she smiled. "It's…a girl."

"Maureen…."

"I see someone new in your life as well," the woman turned to Michaela. "A man."

Both Rebecca and Maureen turned in their seats and smiled knowingly at Michaela.

Opening the tiny drawer in her table the woman pulled out a large stack of cards and set them before her. "You do not object?"

"Heck no she doesn't," Maureen spoke for her.

"May I see your hands?" The fortune teller asked, holding out her own hands in front of Michaela.

Biting her lip, Michaela looked at the woman and slowly placed her hands on top of the fortune tellers. Closing her eyes, the fortune teller gently squeezed her hands and held them a moment without saying anything. Then, placing her hands over the cards she turned the top one over. Smiling she looked up to Michaela, "I see love in your cards."

"Oh..Oooh…" Maureen giggled, poking Michaela in ribs. "Maybe she'll tell you when you and Sully will…"

"Maureen!" Michaela snapped.

Turning over another card the woman looked at it for a moment. "I see someone else," she studied it for a moment. "You do not know this person. Their face is covered."

Michaela looked down at the card and noticed the face of the mysterious stranger was darkened. "When will I meet them?" she questioned.

"It will be some time from now," she pointed to the numbers that covered the card. "This person will make you happy."

Was this another man? Was she not going to be with Sully in the future? Not wanting to know anymore Michaela backed her chair away from the table.

"We are not finished with the spread," the woman held onto Michaela's hand. "We still have two more cards."

"I…I don't want to know," she shook her head. "Let Rebecca go."

"These are your cards," she nodded. "You can not stop once I have started. It will not make the spirits happy."

"I…I don't know if I believe in the spirits."

"You do," she turned over another card. "Or else you would not be here."

Casting her eyes down on the card Michaela noticed a large eye centered in the middle. She quickly looked to the women for the meaning.

"Someone is keeping their eye on you," she said.

"Probably Sully," Maureen joked. "His eyes are always all over her!"

"No," the woman shook her head. "This is some else."

Michaela looked at the fortune teller and noticed she seemed a bit unnerved. She shifted in her chair and no longer made eye contact with her. Turning over the last card she noticed it was covered with dark black clouds.

"It is someone from your past," she said. "They are keeping an eye on you."

Sully, John, and Robert sat at a picnic table outside of the tent waiting for the girls to come out.

"So how was Michaela's first day back to work?" John asked.

"Real good," Sully replied. "Happiest I've seen her yet."

"I'm glad," John nodded. "That girl is always at the top of her game when it comes to being a physician. I've never met anyone as smart as her."

"Yeah," Sully laughed. "She puts me to shame all the time."

"Don't feel bad," he laughed. "Four years of law school and I still feel inferior to her. But not everyone can say my sister-in-law was the valedictorian of Harvard Medical School."

"She was!" Sully was amazed.

"Yeah," Robert spoke up. "And when Josef found out he threw the biggest party Boston had even seen."

"That was some party," John agreed.

Suddenly the side of the tent flew open and Michaela quickly walked out, her face pale and askew. Sully quickly got up and rushed over to her.

"Michaela come back," Maureen tried to catch up with her. "You don't know that she was talking about Jack. Michaela!"

"Michaela," Sully caught up with her. "Hey what's wrong? What is it?"

"It's Jack! He knows where I am!" she continued to walk. "He's here Sully! He's here!"

"Whoa, whoa calm down," he held onto her shoulders. "What are you talking about?"

"The fortune teller!" she swallowed. "She told me that Jack was looking for me. Sully please don't let him find me."

"Michaela listen to me!"

"Sully no, we have to go. Please take me home, we have to go!"

"Michaela!" he shook her. "He's gone! Jack's gone!"

"What…" she said through tears.

"While you were in there John got a phone call. Jack just got on a plane back to Mystic. He was here on business. He's gone, Michaela. He's gone."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," he pulled her into his arms and kissed her temple. "He doesn't know you're here. You're safe." Sully could feel Michaela slowly relax in his arms. "You okay?"

Pulling away from Sully she wrapped her arms around herself. "Mmmm…" she nodded. "We should probably go. Maureen's getting tired."

"How about you tell them to go on ahead and we'll be home in a bit," he smiled.

"Where are we going?" she wondered.

"It's a surprise."

Michaela eyed him for a moment not saying anything.

"You…you trust me don't you?"

"Yes of course," she took his hand. "I'm just not one for surprises."

"You'll like this one," he winked.

"Are we almost there?" Michaela asked anxiously. For the past twenty minutes she watched as the county side whizzed pass her and the curve of the road grew thinner as they ascended into the mountains. It was dark and only the head lights illuminated the road before them.

"Almost."

"Do you know where we are?"

"Course I do," he laughed. "You don't have to be nervous."

"I'm not," she looked around. "It's just so…so dark."

"Are you afraid of the dark?"

"Of course not," she folded her arms across her chest. "I've just never been in the mountains while it's dark before."

Turning on a rocky path Sully drove a few more feet before stopping the car and turning off the engine.

"Where are we?" she looked around seeing nothing.

"One of the foothill of Pikes Peak, come on," he opened his door.

Michaela hesitated for a moment looking at her door handle.

"What is it?" he touched her shoulder. "If you're uncomfortable out here with me I'll take you home. Just tell me."

Michaela didn't want to tell Sully that Jack often used to take her to remote locations and she often feared he took her there to kill her. She knew that Sully wasn't Jack, but it was still a little frightening to be so far from civilization with a man she's only known for a few months. "I'm okay," she smiled, opening her door.

Stepping outside Sully opened the back door of his truck and pulled out a blanket. He rounded the front of his car and spread the blanket on the hood.

Michaela looked around and noticed the truck was parked in the front of a clearing. She could see down below to the town of Colorado Springs and nothing was obstructing her view of the clear open sky. "Oh Sully," she smiled. "It's beautiful."

"Come on," he glanced at his watch. "It's going to start."

"What?"

"Hop up," he jumped on the hood of his truck.

"Sully what are we doing," she giggled, taking his hand.

Relaxing against the windshield he put his arm around Michaela and drew her in close. "Just watch."

Resting her head on Sully's chest she inhaled his cologne, a scent that she came to memorize and love. Just then out of the corner of her eye a bright flashing light caught her attention.

"Did you see that?" Sully asked.

"The meteor shower," she suddenly remembered. "I heard the research doctors talking about it today."

"I thought you might like to see it," he turned to her. "This is the best spot in Colorado."

"Sully," she smiled. "Thank you."

Pulling her back in, he kissed her softly on the lips. "You're welcome."

Watching the shower, Michaela couldn't help but keep a grin from appearing on her face. She never had someone do something this special for her. In that instant she felt bad that she made Sully feel that she didn't trust him and truth be told in that moment she knew she could trust him with her life. Pulling him all the closer she imagined her and Sully off somewhere just the two of them having the time of their lives, nobody bothering them, no thoughts of past lives, just the two of them, happy, content, and living their dreams.

"Sully," Michaela spoke up.

"Yeah."

"Where do you see this going?"

"The meteors?" he asked, turning to her.

"No," she smiled, taking his hand. "Us."

Turning to his side he looked into her eyes, not really knowing what to say.

"In my heart," she swallowed, "I know where I want us to be, but I don't know how we'll get there."

"There are no maps," he touched her cheek. "But if you're willing to start off without one…"

"I am," she tuned her head so she could kiss the palm of his hand.