Kaylee unlocked the apartment that Sydney had set her up in. She knew that Will had gone to visit his family in New York so she wouldn't have to explain that whole situation to her newly resurrected ex-boyfriend. She threw her keys on the counter and went to start making Grayson lunch.

"So this is your son?" Sark already knew the answer to the question. But he really wanted to hear more information from her.

"Yes, this is my son," Kaylee said, unwilling to volunteer any more information than that. She still wasn't completely sure of what had just happened, and she didn't want to turn her life into a mess without putting lots of thought into it.

Grayson looked up at his mother and Sark and poked his thumb into his chest. "Grayson Tippin," he said. Then he pointed at Sark as if to ask his name.

"Andrew," Sark said smiling at the child. He turned to Kaylee. "His last name's Tippin?"

"That's the name he knows," Kaylee said.

"He's Will Tippin's son?" Sark could feel all hope he had swiftly drain out of his body.

Kaylee didn't answer. She chose instead to search for the peanut butter in the cupboard. "Why did you choose now to come back? What changed?" she asked.

"Your mother tracked me down. She told me that you were alive. That's why I came back. I didn't know before then."

"She knew that you weren't dead," Kaylee said confused. She wouldn't have guessed her mother would have withheld such important information from her.

"Don't get angry with your mother." Sark had no idea why he was still trying to protect Irina. She probably deserved to be alienated from her daughter. "She was trying to figure out what was best for you."

"That should have been my decision," Kaylee hissed as she slammed the cupboard door.

"Bang!" Grayson screamed.

Kaylee laughed. She turned back to look at Sark and her expression sobered.

"Your mother mentioned to me that you had forgiven her," Sark said. "Why does it seem like you really hate her with all your body and soul?"

"I was taught to be a good liar since I was born. I've gotten so good that I can fool my own mother."

"You never could fool me," he pointed out.

Sighing, she cocked her head slightly to the side and looked at him. "I had a right to know that you were alive."

"I'm sorry," Sark whispered.

She smiled at him. "It's not your fault." She placed the peanut butter sandwich she had made in front of Grayson. She motioned for Sark to follow her as she walked into the other room.

"What do you want from me?" she blatantly asked.

"I don't know. Nothing, I suppose." Sark shrugged his shoulders. "I just wanted to make sure that you were really alive. And I wanted to let you know that..." His voice trailed off.

"You were never good with this emotional stuff," Kaylee said remembering their past.

"I can recall one day in Australia that I was damn good at it," Sark said motioning to her left hand. He had noticed that the ring wasn't there, but he hadn't expected to find it still on her hand.

"Yeah, you were pretty good at the emotional stuff that day," she admitted. Returning to the present day, she added, "Just try to say what you're feeling. I'll be patient."

"I wanted to let you know that I'm here. And I've missed you." Sark turned away from Kaylee's glaze. He didn't want to see the disgusted look he could guess would be on her face.

"I missed you, too," Kaylee said as she walked over to where Sark was standing and put her hand lightly on his arm. "But I can't just jump back into this."

"I don't expect you, too. I just wanted to tell you to keep me in mind. That I'm still here if you want me."

Kaylee slid into Sark's arms. "This does feel right. But I have a new life now."

"And I don't fit into it that easily, right?" Sark said. He sighed and tightened his arms a little.

"You never really fit into my life that easily," she said with a laugh.

"But you wanted me there once."

She shrugged out of his arms. "You hurt me that day in the hotel room. I needed you and you just left as soon as my mother beckoned you."

"What happened that day? I still don't understand." He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall that was behind him.

"My father came to convince me to leave you and my mother and come with him. He told me that my mother was just using me as a way of saving Sydney and herself from the Rambaldi prophecy and its consequences. I was upset. It made sense, what he said. I always knew that there was something off in my relationship with my mother. All I needed was someone to talk the whole thing out with. That was supposed to be you." She paused for a moment to calm her anger. "You were supposed to be there for me to confide in. But you had to go leave to help my mother."

Sark thought back to the last day he saw Kaylee alive excluding the present day. "I knew you were upset. I should have gone with my instincts and told Irina that I didn't have time to meet her."

"Why did you have to leave in such a hurry? We were supposed to be leaving that day anyway to go home to tell my mother about our engagement."

"She said that there had been a development in the Rambaldi prophecy. She said that you were in danger and that the only way to keep you safe was to leave you behind in Newcastle. She said the CIA had no idea that we were living there." Sark thought about that day. "Why would she lie to me?"

"My mother has her reasons," Kaylee said. She peeked into the kitchen to make sure that Grayson hadn't gotten into any trouble. Seeing that he was behaving, she turned her attention back to Sark. "She must have known that the CIA knew where I was. But why would she want to get you out of the way like that?"

"Maybe it had something to do with the Rambaldi prophecy," Sark suggested.

"The prophecy wasn't even really about me," Kaylee said absentmindedly.

Sark raised his eyebrows. "When did you find that out?"

"That was something my father hinted at the day that I left Newcastle. He was trying to tell me that the woman in the prophecy was a key figure in the events to come but she wasn't the focus."

"So where does that leave you in this whole mess?"

"Right smack in the middle. I may not be the focus, but I'm all they have right now." Kaylee knew that she was lying to Sark and hoped that he wouldn't pick up on it. She had promised the CIA that she wouldn't tell anyone the potential role Grayson played in this whole thing.

Sark nodded and the couple stood in silence until Grayson's yells interrupted them.

"He's cranky," Kaylee explained. "It's time for his nap."

Sark could feel his heart ache a little at the mention of Grayson. He really couldn't believe that Kaylee had moved on and had a child with Will Tippin. It hurt him to know that she was available but pretty much unattainable. And there was the whole fact that she seemed to have developed a whole other life that he didn't know one thing about. He stood up from where he was leaning. "Maybe it's time for me to leave."

Kaylee nodded. "If that's what you think is best."

"Where does this leave us?" he asked innocently.

"I still don't know. My life's too complicated now for me to welcome you back into it with open arms."

Sark nodded again. He thought he understood completely what she was trying to say. "I know I have a lot of mistakes to make up for. I screwed up pretty bad, which is really nothing new for me. I always screw up the things that are most important in my life. I'm going to try to make up for it, though. Starting now."

"That's all I can ask of you." Kaylee tried to hide the fact that she had started crying.

"You know that seeing you cry always broke my heart," Sark said softly as he opened the front door to leave. "It hurts twice as bad when I know I'm the cause of it."

The door clicked shut. Kaylee just stared at it. "Maybe I'm crying because I'm happy to have you back in my life," she whispered to the shut door.