Hoping that Sark would know what was good for him and stay downstairs and out of her way, Kaylee began to throw a few random clothes in a bag. She had no idea that Sark was going to be so stubborn. All she wanted him to admit was that they had a relationship no matter how odd of a relationship it was. Just to admit that this wasn't some fling like all of the other women he had encountered.

"Maybe I was just dreaming," she thought. "This whole thing was probably cooked up in my head. He was just having a little fun, and I let him have my heart. Moron."

She grabbed her bag off of the bed and prepared herself for another small confrontation with Sark. It was highly unlikely that she would manage to slip out the door without him noticing.

Amazingly, Kaylee made it all the way to her car out back before she heard him calling her name. Turning she saw him leaning against the doorframe of the back door. "Why does he always have to look so good? It makes this so much harder," Kaylee thought.

"Don't worry about it," she screamed back at him. "You can stay in the cottage for as long as you want. I don't mind."

Sark ran outside into the cold air without regard to the fact that he hadn't bothered to put on any sort of coat. "Where are you going?" he asked as soon as he got close enough for her to hear him without yelling.

"I honestly don't know," Kaylee said with a fake smile. She hoped that he couldn't hear the lie in her voice. She didn't have the heart to explain to him where she had decided to run off to. "But I can't stay here."

Sark didn't say anything so Kaylee took that as her cue to leave. She started the car and pulled away as slow as she could. Her goal was to give him ample time to stop her if that's what he wanted. She had to know for sure that his decision was to let her walk away from him.

As soon as she had driven the car out of sight, she let the tears she had been holding up inside flood out. Before long she was hysterically laughing and sobbing so hard she had to pull over. Unlocking the driver's side door, she got out of the car and stumbled through the snow in an attempt to calm herself down in the cold.

"This isn't a fucking movie," she screamed at the top of her lungs. "And that man sure as hell isn't your knight in shining armor, you idiot!"

Kaylee plopped herself down in the middle of the field she had been stumbling through. She had actually expected when Sark came running out of the house towards her he was coming to confess his undying love for her like some cheesy romantic movie. Her life was like a movie in so many ways that it was shocking when he didn't follow the script. It helped her remember that her life isn't scripted.

And it hurt like hell more often than not.

She hadn't really been dealing with the consequences of the situation she had landed herself in when she first agreed to start working for her mother. Her mother had explained that her whole world would become a roller coaster ride of emotions, but she hadn't believed her. Kaylee chuckled to herself thinking about the reaction she had had to her mother's explanation of the spy life. How hard was it on someone to steal a few lousy objects and break into a handful of global monuments?

"I was naïve in so many ways. Matter of fact, I still am," she thought to herself. "Especially matters of the heart." Sark had held so much back from her that she had assumed it was a sign he was scared. She had formed this whole theory in her head that he was just afraid of the real emotions he was forming in regards to her. He didn't know how to deal with her. That was why he never really talked about what was going on. Now she understood that wasn't the case.

"I guess I really did mean nothing to him," she whispered.

"Nothing to who?" said a voice behind her.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she said as she narrowed her face in suspicion.

"It took me all of two seconds after you left to realize that our conversation was never really done," Sark said as he crouched down beside her.

"I think you said all that needed to be said to get your point across," Kaylee snarled. "I get it. I'm nothing to you. Just like every other girl was nothing to you. A little speed bump in the highway that is your life, if you want to get all poetic about it."

"More like a road block," Sark said with a chuckle.

"Was that supposed to be cute?"

"I was going for cute. Didn't come off so well, huh?"

Kaylee couldn't help but smile a little. He had that effect on her. "What do you want, Sark?"

"I want to know where you're going."

"No, you don't. It will just confuse you more. And it'll make me graduate from a road block to an eighteen-wheeler driving straight toward you."

"Kaylee, I honestly want to know where you're going. Not just because your mother would kill me if she knew I just let you run off to god knows where." Sark paused. "Though that does give me a little more reason to have you tell me. I want to know for my own personal satisfaction. You mean something to me."

Kaylee thought over what he had said for a moment and decided the best answer to his question was the truth. "I'm going to Los Angeles. To the CIA headquarters. I'm going to talk with Sydney and my father."

Sark nodded. "I had a feeling that was your destination." He stood up and held his hand out to help her up off of the snow. "Let's go."

Kaylee took a deep breath and started to walk back to the car. She had to admit that the fact they were talking was a better scenario than the one she left him in back at the house. Just because their relationship as lovers was over didn't mean she wanted to give up on him completely.

As they neared the car, Kaylee noticed Sark hanging back a little.

"Where's your car?" she asked.

"I had one of the security guys who are not so cleverly hidden at your cottage drop me off."

Kaylee gave him a funny look. She never seemed to be able to understand his rationale. She opened the driver's side door and slid in, unsure if it would be appropriate for her to offer him a ride back to the cottage. She noticed that next to her poor excuse for packing was another bag.

Rolling down the passenger's side window, she asked, "What is this bag?"

"Oh, that'd be my stuff."

She looked at him puzzled. Sighing she got out of the car once more and walked over to where he was standing. "Explain."

Sark took a deep breath. "Bear with me here. I don't think I've ever done this before."

Kaylee didn't know if she could take what he was about to tell her. Then again, he had pretty much called her a distraction from his normal life earlier so it couldn't get much worse.

"I told you that you mean a lot to me. I really meant that. I just didn't realize what that actually meant. If that makes sense."

"Not at all," Kaylee said. She crossed her arms in front of herself. "Try again."

Sark walked over the few feet to where Kaylee was standing and pulled her right hand out from her crossed arms. He began to touch her fingers lightly with his. After a few seconds, he started talking without looking up at her. "Sorry. I thought I needed you to be a little closer if I'm going to get the courage to say this."

"You are nervous?" Kaylee said in disbelief. She wanted to snap her hand back from his grasp, but for some reason she couldn't make her body do what she was telling it.

Sark took another deep breath, still not looking up. "Here goes," he whispered. "When I say I care about you, Kaylee, I don't just mean that I worry about you. Well, I do worry about you. You know that. It's just…"

"You're acting strange, Sark. Very uncharacteristic of you."

Sark grabbed her other hand and looked into her eyes. "Kaylee, I care about you more than I've ever cared about anyone in my life, including your mother. I love you. If going to the CIA is what you have to do, I'd rather be a prisoner of the U.S. government than live without you in my life."

Kaylee was speechless.

"I know this probably comes as a huge shock to you after our last conversation. I didn't know what to tell you then. You surprised the hell out of me bringing up the whole topic."

"That was the point," Kaylee said. "You weren't supposed to have any time to put up the usual barriers you use to keep your emotions in check. It didn't work so well, though."

"No, it didn't." Sark paused. "Do you believe me?"

"I want to. I really do," Kaylee said. "But it such a drastic shift from what you were saying less than an hour ago."

"I was just trying to say what I thought you wanted to hear. I didn't think you wanted me to actually be serious about this." Sark made a large sweeping motion. "Everything in our lives is so unreal. I figured that you didn't really want to be tied down. That and I was scared of the idea of caring."

"I could have told you that."

"You're so wise, kid."

"Oh, don't you start calling me kid again!" Kaylee screamed.

"What are you going to do about it?" Sark said with his trademark smirk.

"Absolutely nothing." Kaylee said as she walked into his arms. "I think we've done enough talking for the rest of day."

"So, are we going to L.A.?" Sark asked.

"No, I don't think so. I never really wanted to go there. I just thought that putting an ocean between you and me would help dull the hurt a little," Kaylee admitted.

"I'm sorry for that," Sark whispered. He kissed the top of her head, lightly.

"It's okay. You've made it all better now." She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "Thanks for being brave."

"Thanks for knocking some sense into me."

"Anytime." Kaylee smiled up at him. "Anytime."