A/N:Here comes chapter 3, I hope this will help people understand the story a little bit more.

They had been in the car for several minutes before Amy dared to ask him the questions that were haunting her mind.

'Who are you?' She asked while looking directly at him. He didn't bother to look at her and simply answered 'I'm the guy who just saved your ass. But I'd prefer if you called me Sark.' He said still looking straight at the road in front of him. But Amy was not satisfied by his answered and wanted to know more. 'Are you CIA?'

Sark almost let out a laugh. 'No, I'm not CIA and frankly what I do for a living is none of your business Miss. Richmond.' Amy gasped. He knew her name. How the hell did he know her name? Before she could ask him he told her he was a friend of her father's and that's how he knew she was in danger and where to find her. Suddenly she couldn't think clear anymore and the thought that something happened to her father crossed her mind. She wiped these thoughts away as fast as they appeared and tried to convince herself her father was alright. She stayed quiet for a few minutes trying to keep herself together before asking Sark where her father was.

Sark knew she wouldn't like what he was about to tell her but he really didn't have much of a choice. He thought of a hundred ways to say it and finally decided to keep it simple. He was still staring at the road when he announced her.

'He's dead.'

Silence followed.

He had expected a reaction from her, cries or maybe a slap in the face and accusations of being a liar. But nothing happened. He dared to look at her after a couple of minutes and her face expression was just blank Her eyes looked directly at the road and for a second there he felt her pain. She had just lost her father but he also had lost his dearest friend. Amy escaped her thoughts to ask him how he knew her father.

'He and I had business to do together.' Sark took a second to think and decided to leave the part about him being a terrorist out of the story. 'We ended up being partners but at that time I didn't know he was CIA. We worked together for a while and we eventually became friends. Your father was a very wise man and I made many mistakes in my life but he looked pass them and saw me for who I really was. I never cared for anyone in my life more than I did for him. ' He finished his story before the memories of the moments before Lionel was killed rushed back into his mind. Amy listened carefully to him and once he was done her thoughts reclaimed her. Sark kept on driving and they both stayed quiet for the rest of the trip.

Arrived at one of his numerous hideout Sark parked and stopped the car. As he got out he noticed Amy was not moving.

'Darling, unless you wish to stay at motel -backseat I suggest you get out of the car.' He immediately regretted saying it the way he did but he couldn't prevent himself from being himself despite the situation. Amy silently got up and closed the door of the car behind her. He started walking towards the house and she followed him.

Once inside the house he broke the silence by asking her if she liked the place. He didn't really care if she liked it or not but he thought this could lighten up the atmosphere a little bit. Much to his surprised when he turned around to face her he saw her standing there with her mouth open.

'Dude exactly how many times are you millionaire?' She asked being completely serious. Sark concluded she had decided to deny the death of her father and he decided to respect her decision for now and go along with it. But as he was about to answer her one of his smart ass comments he was reminded of the bullet in his arm by the immensely insupportable pain that was caused by it. Amy noticed Sark was in pain and remembered the shots the armed man in her apartment had fired.

She approached him and reached the bottom of his shirt and started to pull it up. He immediately stopped her.

'Not that I don't find you attractive but I'm not really in the condition to play doctor at the moment ,Dear.' He said as he gave her a suggestive look .She felt the sudden urge to slap him but reminded herself that he was wounded.

'Mr. Sark I am not attracted by impolite blond haired British jerks. But we are going to play doctor. Just not the kind you wished. I was an intern in a hospital 2 years ago I can extract your bullet.' She was under qualified to do the job but she could manage to do it. Sark faked being disappointed and took his shirt off. He left the room and came back with all that she would need to do her job. 20 minutes later she was done.

'Here, squeaky clean.' Sark did not let out as much as a cry of pain while she took the bullet out. She could tell he was in pain but she could also tell he was trying to hide it. He got up without even thanking her and headed for the kitchen. Amy got up just as fast as he did and caught up with him.

'Tell me, Why I am in danger?'

'I don't think you really want to know.'

'I'm sorry I must have missed the episode where you learned how to read minds because seriously you can't possibly have a clue about what I want and don't want to know.' She said to him with nothing but hate in her eyes.

'I'm sorry Miss. Richmond I didn't want to insult you in any way. ' But as he looked into her eyes and saw them full of hate all the sympathy he had previously felt for her left the building, running. 'But I had assumed that since you refuse to deal and accept the death of your father you would not want to know the events that preceded his tragic end and therefore caused you to be in danger.' He answered her returning her hateful look.

Amy hid the affect his words had on her, quietly looked at him and simply said:

'Tell me.'

'Very well.' Sark answered her as he looked into her eyes again but this time only to find fear, fear of what he was about to tell her.

A/N: Thanks and cookies for the reviews. :)