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A.N. Hey guys. I told you that this story was going to be updated slowly, i just didn't think it would be this slow. Here is the next chapter. Again it is a small one, but they will be getting longer as we get int the meat of the story. Thank you for your reviews, favorites, follows and continued interest in this story. Enjoy.

Oh. Also, all mistakes are mine. It has not been beta'd.

Three more weeks had passed with no sign of Bella. Clark was lucky enough that the Captain of the boat he was working with needed an extra body for the rest of the month, so he stayed. They spent a week back on shore before heading back out into the water. This trip was different. They were staying closer to Port Angeles, so they were able to dock every few days.

Clark was disappointed that he hadn't seen Bella since that day in the water, but he couldn't afford to stick around any longer. He needed to move on if he had any hopes of finding out where he came from. Sighing to himself, he picked up his bag and started to walk through town to get to the bus depot. He was just passing a small coffee shop when he heard her voice. He looked up and watched as she waved to someone in the bookstore she was leaving before turning and walking the opposite way he was going. Taking a chance, Clark jogged across the street and followed her. He was waiting for her to stop so he could make his presence known and wasn't paying attention to where she was leading him, when suddenly he was slammed against a wall.

Looking up, he saw Bella glaring at him but she wasn't touching him. He looked at himself and tried to move, but found that he couldn't. There was something holding him in place. Looking back at Bella, he saw a smug smile on her face before she wiped it clean.

"What do you want?" she spit out.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to talk." Clark tried to hold his hands up in a nonthreatening manner, but remembered he couldn't move.

"Sorry. I don't talk to strangers. Bother someone else."

Clark smiled at her. "We aren't strangers though. My name is Clark and you are Bella. You work at the diner on the pier a couple of blocks from here."

Bella narrowed her eyes at him. "All that proves is that you've been stalking me."

"I'm not. I swear. You served me breakfast a few weeks ago. Offered to help me find whatever it was I was looking for."

Bella squinted her eyes in thought. He watched, slightly amused, as she let her gaze wander over his body before meeting his eyes once more. He was trying to come up with something to say to get her to trust him, but before he could think of anything, he fell to the ground letting out an "oomph".

"I remember you, but that doesn't give you the right to follow me around. I don't know you. I'm pretty sure there isn't anything we can talk about. Now, I am leaving. Please do not follow me."

He watched as she stormed away, his mouth not moving as fast as his mind was, trying to stop her. Just a she reached the mouth of the alley that would put her back on to the main road, he spoke the only words that would get her to stop.

"I saw you fight the red head in the water last month."

He watched as she stumbled to a stop and clenched her fists. When she didn't make a move to turn around or keep walking, Clark took the chance and picked himself up off of the ground before making his way in her direction, stopping about a foot behind her. When she still didn't say anything, he decided to push a little bit more.

"I saw you fall into the water. I dove off the boat I was on, hoping to reach you before you drowned, only when I came upon you, you weren't drowning. You were fighting a woman, burning off pieces her flesh."

He took a step back when she turned to face him, her face wearing a mask of fear, anger and relief. He watched as she let the anger rule and moved back for every step she advanced towards him.

"Whatever you think you saw that day, you need to forget about it."

"I know what I saw, Bella."

She shook her head at him. "No. You were mistaken."

"Bella," he reached out to her, but before he could make contact, he found himself stuck to the wall, again. "You need to stop doing that. I already told you that I am not going to hurt you."

"I don't know you. I don't trust you," she sneered. "Leave. Me. Alone."

"Bella," he tried again but stopped as he watched as her body shook slightly. She had clenched her eyes shut and was rubbing her temples, mumbling to herself.

"Need to control...can't hurt him...too much.."

"Bella," Clark called out to her softly. "Hey. You aren't hurting me. I'm fine."

She opened her eyes at looked at him, assessing him for injuries. "For now," she whispered.

He shook his head at her resigned declaration. "Believe me. I promise you, there isn't anything you could do to me that I wouldn't heal from."

She looked at him curiously, before shaking her head. "No. I can't do this. I can't-"

"Bella. Stop." Clark snapped out. "I'm not asking you to do anything except to talk to me. I have secrets of my own, that I am sure are worse than yours."

"You can't possibly know that. You don't know what I can do, even I don't know all that I can do. I am not safe to be around. Please, just…"

Clark could only watch as she choked back her emotion, not letting the tears he watched gather moment before, fall. He watched on helplessly as she shook off whatever she was feeling, whatever memory had popped up in that moment, and take off back down the alley, disappearing around the corner before he was released and could follow.

She only had seconds on him, but by time he reached the mouth of the alley, she was nowhere to be seen. He walked around town, searching for her, but after a few hours and no luck, he decided to call it.

As much as he would like to talk to her, to at least see if she was like him, he couldn't waste anymore time in the little fishing town. He needed to move on. Sighing in defeat, he grabbed his bag and walked a couple of blocks over to the bus depot.

He was just about to board the bus when he heard his name being shouted.

"Clark!"

He said "Excuse me," to the complaining man behind him and stepped out of line, looking around for the voice he was sure would haunt his dreams. The voice that belonged to the one person he was sure that was connected to his past, to his true identity. Once he spotted her, he made his way to her side and looked at her expectantly. While he was thrilled that she sought him out, he wasn't about to get his hopes up that she would be willing to divulge that secrets that she has been keeping, so he waited for her to start talking.

"I, uh, I-" she cleared her throat. "I want to apologize. For earlier."

He looked at her, searching her eyes for her sincerity and after finding it, he nodded. "It's ok. I understand more than you know about keeping secrets."

She grimaced before trying again. "Look, I would like to talk to you, if you're still willing."

He frowned. "I was on my way out of town," he began.

"Oh. Right. Why else would you be at a bus depot? Um. Ok. Well, I'll let you get to it then."

He reached for her and when his hand wrapped around hers, they both gasped at the shock that went through them.

"If you let me finish. I can stick around for a little while longer."

She gave him a small smile and nodded. "Um, that would be good. I have an apartment on the other side of town. It's not much, but I have a couch you can crash on instead of renting a room again."

"Thanks. I'll take you up on that."

"Well, my car is across the street. Let's go and we can talk when we get to the apartment."

He gave her a small smile and followed her to her car, not being able to stop the anticipation that he would finally be getting somewhere in his quest to figure out who he was.