Martha and Jack had been back at the unit for about an hour. During that time they had showered and had something to eat. Now they were just sitting on the couch watching TV and not speaking. Martha was still curious as to why Jack was really there, but she wasn't sure how to approach him about it.

Martha looked up to see him watching her, he then looked away quickly. "Why are you here Jack?" she questioned him.

"I told you before, it's to make sure you don't sneak out and do something stupid," he replied. "You're so lucky I was down at the jetty with you earlier. You could have drowned," he continued.

"So basically you're saying I can't look after myself," she accused him in a raised voice.

Jack sighed. "No, I'm just saying that you were lucky that I was there to help you".

Martha scoffed. "It's a wonder you didn't let me drown," she said. "It would have been an easy way to get rid of me," she kept on.

Jack couldn't believe what she had just said. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he demanded.

Martha jumped up from her spot on the couch. She knew she shouldn't be picking fights with Jack, but once she got started she couldn't stop herself.

Martha walked over and stood by the window. "Perhaps I should refresh your memory for you," Martha started while walking back over to stand in front of Jack.

"Now, let's see. Oh yes, that's it," she said with a smart tone in her voice. "If I recall correctly, you said that you didn't want to see or speak to me ever again. You suggested that I should walk the other way if I was to ever see you in the street. If you hate me that much then why didn't you just let me drown?" Martha snapped at him.

Jack looked up at her in shock. "Martha, I don't hate you".

"It sure sounded like you did yesterday when you felt the need to make me feel like crap," Martha started.

"I know I shouldn't have yelled at you, but…," Jack began but Martha cut him off.

"No. Shut up. It's my turn to talk now," she told him.

Martha sighed before beginning to talk. "I know I could have stuffed up your hearing and I know that I could have ruined your career. But that doesn't mean that you get to talk to me like crap. I have feelings just like everybody else does," she started. "I can't believe I'm telling you this, but, you actually made me cry. I never cry; not even when my own father told me to get lost," she admitted.

Jack didn't know what to say, so he just sat there looking up at her. He was kind of shocked that Martha had admitted to crying over him.

"If you can't stand the sight of me, then why are you here with me?" Martha asked him.

"I don't hate you. I was just upset about the situation. I know it was an accident and that you didn't intentionally set out to hurt me. I'm sorry for yelling at you. I was pretty harsh and you didn't deserve it," Jack explained.

Martha sat back down next to him. "I'm so sorry Jack. It was a stupid prank and I shouldn't have done it. I never meant for it to end up like this," she said to him as she placed her hand gently on his arm.

Hmm, there's that tingle again, Martha thought as her hand rested on his arm.

Jack smiled at her. "I know," he said.

"So. Before at Noah's, you said that you wanted to talk about something. What was it?" Martha asked.

"Oh. I wanted to talk to you about yesterday. I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you. But we've already talked about it, so we don't need to anymore," Jack told her.

"Oh. Okay," Martha replied, trying not to sound disappointed. She had been hoping that maybe Jack wanted to talk about them; as in her and Jack being together.

Martha then realised that she still had her hand placed on his arm. Martha blushed and quickly pulled her hand away, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Um, maybe we should get some sleep," Jack suggested.

Martha smiled at him. "Yeah. I'm gonna sleep in my grandad's room, so you can use my bed if you want," Martha offered.

Jack shook his head. "No, it's okay. I'll sleep here," he replied.

"Fine. But don't say I didn't offer," she said. "I'll go and get you a blanket and pillow," she said standing up.

She turned back to face Jack. "Do you think that their okay out there?" Martha asked him.

Jack nodded. "I'm sure they're fine. They'll be home soon," he reassured her.

"Thanks," Martha smiled before walking away.