It had been six months. Six months since they had vanished from the world. No one knew where they went or what they were doing. They were in oblivion. For awhile, they were both content, knowing that it was only them. No one else to bother them. There was no Covenant, no Irina Derevko, no CIA. Nothing, just them.

Angst lurked inside April though. She could not live like this forever, hidden away from everyone. Understanding that this was perhaps the only situation they could be together in and actually participating in that particular situation was an entirely different thing. There was something missing. It was hiding, but she didn't think it would be too long before it was exposed. Her train of thought drifted from the book she was reading. Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy, a first edition, given to her by Julian to celebrate their two month anniversary not only as mates, but as fugitives. She stared at the worn cover and traced her fingers over the title. Anna Karenina, it just rolled off the tongue.

Normally books allowed her to concentrate, but her mind wouldn't let her. For some reason, she kept thinking about her dad and her newly discovered cousin. She didn't like the fact that she had left them stranded with no answers. They most likely assumed that she was being held captive by Julian or dead.

According to what Julian had told her about his alter-ego Mr. Sark, he was essentially a thieve, liar, murderer, anything that could enable him to stay alive.

Of course it sounded naive to say that she could not see this as a side of Julian, but she could not. When April was with him, he was not cold and heartless, like the rest of the world assumed. He was gentle, sweet, and completely desirable.

Desire. That was something that continued to discombobulate her. Here she was, in the first real relationship in her life and she loved him. Okay, maybe she had not admitted that aloud yet, but she felt it. Whenever he entered a room or she felt him close by her, she got these shivers all over her body. She wanted to be able to express it too. Obviously he was way more experienced in this department than she was. How could he not be? Obviously, she had thought about it. How could she not think about the possibility of having sex with Julian Sark? And she thought about.

Earlier in the relationship she could always use the excuse with herself that she did not know him well enough. That was not really an option anymore. April knew down the very detail who he was. She knew his favorite book. His favorite movie. His favorite color. Even the way he liked his eggs and toast. There was no way that excuse would pass.

Maybe she just wasn't ready. But she knew she was. There were not any logical explanations. It was just truth, and she should take it as such. Frustrated with her train of thought, April closed the novel and placed it on the table in front of the her comfy chair in the chateau's library. Her mind was not thinking straight anymore. She had to talk to him.

Rising from the comfortable place she was in, April marched off towards the place she knew he would be in. The study. Come to think of it, he had been in there a lot lately.

She walked up the door, which was halfway opened and before she stepped in, April lightly knocked on the door. Noting that Julian was on the phone with someone she most likely did not know, speaking a totally different language, which every word was completely foreign to her; April believed her most affective way to get his attention was to make eye contact.

After April walked in, she regretted it. Julian started yelling and he did not notice her.

"You tell me what is on that manuscript or personally I will pay you a visit, and we both know that is not a good idea!" Julian yelled in German. The phone slammed into the receiver.

Regaining his thoughts, Sark ran his hands through his hair. He looked up.

"April," he started apologetically.

"No I'll come back," April started to turn away from him.

"Don't." Moving his way from around the back of his desk Sark started after her. He held onto her wrists before she got away.

"Julian, we don't have to do this right now. You are upset. I'll talk to you later."

His grip tightened on her hand. "No. You obviously want to talk about

something so let's."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," he said to reassure her.

Before they started talking, he led her to the sitting room that they spent hours just talking and sleeping in. There were a lot of memories in that room. Both of them sat down on the comfortable couch next to each other.

"First, what was that about? I've never seen you get that hyped up about a phone call."

"Nothing important," he said quickly. Most of him did not want April to find out what he was up to.

April did not really buy that excuse, but she trusted him for what it was worth and decided to move on to the more pressing topic. "What are we doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"What are we doing? I mean are we just going to hide out here forever and no one will ever find us. Are we going to stay at this same spot we are at and have been at for six months? You and I do not have the most conventional relationship." April did not want to sound harsh. She knew that she was being straight forward, but she did not want him to feel pressured to marry her or anything. God knows she wasn't ready for it either.

Telling himself the honest truth, Julian was thinking about it too. There had been this place they had been at. It was comfortable, but it was missing the same spark they had when they had first embarked on this relationship. "I know. Why don't we take a vacation or something. Go to Italy, maybe Fiji if you want something tropical. This stuffy, old French chateau is starting to cave in on me too." He wanted to make sure that she was happy with him. He knew he could not get any better than April. She was the best thing to happen to his life since, well since ever.

"Really? Do you think that'll help?" April asked optimistically. She sounded so innocent.

"Of course. We can leave tomorrow. I can set everything up tonight."

"Great. Where can we go?"

"I can arrange for a house in southern Italy or I can get us in a

resort in Fiji."

"How about Italy?"

"Of course," he smiled at her.

"I'm so excited."

Sark raised himself off the couch, "I just have get the arrangements in order and then how about tonight we pack a little then we can watch

a movie. Something relaxing?"

"Wonderful."

She watch him disappear down the hall to his study, where he would be planning their vacation. It seemed like this whole living in France was a vacation. Well, this can be a vacation in a vacation. April hated to admit this to herself, but vacations come to an end. There was a feeling in her, that this vacation was ending soon too.