Princess agonized over the situation with Mark. What bothered her most was not the possibility that he fathered a child while he was in Chile...it was the fact that he had not told her that he had become intimate with Claudia. She felt as though he had been keeping a dirty little secret from her, and now she felt that she could not trust him.

She decided to go down to the race track, hoping that Jason could help her keep her mind off of her probems.

She found Jason under the hood of his car, cursing to himself as he dropped a wrench. She slipped up behind him.

"You know, using words like that is a nasty habit." She teased.

Jason straightened himself up, and grinned at the Swan. "I know some nastier ones."

"Jason!" Princess chided him as he chuckled heartily.

"So, how are you holding up, Prin?" He asked.

He watched her smile fade as she replied. "Not too well." She choked. "They should be getting test results back soon. I'm not sure if I'm ready to hear them."

Jason wiped his hands on a rag and pulled her in for a hug. "Whatever happens, I'm here for you, babe."

Princess buried her head once more in Jason's shoulder for a good cry. Then, she continued to pour out her thoughts.

"How can I trust a man who has sex with some woman, and never tells me about it?"She sobbed. "I mean, I would have understood. He had amnesia."

Jason squeezed her tightly. "He probably didn't want to hurt you, Prin. Hey, he had no idea that the girl was pregnant."

Princess looked up at Jason, her eyebrows knit in anger. "That's no excuse, Jason."

"You're right, Prin. He should have told you. You deserve better, Prin, you really do." He gripped her tightly as the tears cotinued to fall. He secretly wished that her feelings for him ran that deeply.

He walked her over to his trailer and sat her down on his bed. "Let me get you something to drink." He offered.

"No thanks," Princess shook her head. She suddenly had an urge to be held by Jason. She found his arms to be so comforting. " Jason, could you just hold me?"

Jason nodded silently. He sat down next to her and evnveloped her in his arms once more. Then, he pulled her back so that they were both reclining on the bed.

"Better?" He asked.

"Yes." She nodded.

Jason stroked her silken hair and traced his fingertips across her back.

She began to relax and enjoy her teamate's attentions.

Finally, she could hold back no longer, and lifted her head to brush her lips against those of her comrade's. Jason responded immediately by returning her kiss, only this time making it last longer and more deeply than the first. This continued until the pair were rolling round on Jason's bed, in a passionate display that could only lead them to the ultimate expression of love. Only, Princess didn't love Jason. She had been saving herself, saving her love, for Mark.

As Jason slid his hand under Princess' shirt, she jumped up off of the bed, astonished at what she had almost done.
"I'm sorry, Jase, I just can't do this. I shouldn't have come to you today."

Jason stood up next to her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "I didn't mean to take advantage, Princess. I just couldn't help myself."

" I guess I got carried away, too, Jason." She stood there with her fingers over her lips and thought for a moment. "Please, don't tell Mark about this...it would hurt him so much."

She hugged Jason gingerly and looked ino his stormy grey eyes. "I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?"

Jason nodded and placed a single chaste kiss on her forehead. "Only if you forgive me, first."

Princess smiled at him, and started through the doorway, only to find Mark standing out in front of it, blocking her exit.

"Princess, what are you doing here?" Mark asked.

"That's one of your business, Mark. Now move aside, and let me go!"

Mark grabbed her by the shoulders and tried to reason with her. "Let me talk to you, please!"

"Let go of me!" Princess spat, twisting her body to loosen herself from the Eagle's grasp.

Mark peered over to Jason and saw the Condor scowling at him from behind Princess. He noticed that Jason's bed was in a state of disarray. His eyebrows knit together in anger. "What have you two been doing?"

"That's not your concern anymore, now, is it?" Princess growled, and pushed her way past Mark, finally squealing her tires as she took off, away from the track.

Mark stood in the doorway and eyed his comrade, who appeared far too rumpled for his own good.

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"How about telling me what's going on here?" Mark grumbled.

"You heard Princess, Mark, it's not any of your business!" Jason folded his arms across his chest defiantly.

"Well, judging by the appearance of your bed, I'm wondering if she wasn't trying to get back at me for what I've done." Mark scowled and leaned against the doorway of the trailer.

"Would you blame her? You knocked up some babe from Chile, and conveniently forgot to tell her about it!" Jason's eyes narrowed as he glared at his Commander. His hands flailed in the air as he spoke.

"What I did when I lost my memory has nothing to do with this! What exactly were you and Princess doing in here? And don't tell me that you were just talking…"

"Ok, you wanna know, Hot Shot? She came to me crying over the shit you were putting her through. She needed someone to talk to."

"And?" Mark ordered.

"And we kissed." Jason stood defiantly, glaring at the Eagle.

Mark frowned and shook his head as he looked at the discarded sheets and blankets on the floor. "There's more that you aren't telling me…" He growled and lunged at Jason. "Stay away from her! That's an order!"

Jason ducked as Mark threw a punch at him, causing the Condor to stumble and fall into a sink full of dishes. The sound of broken plates and glasses filled the trailer.

Mark missed his target and punched a hole right through the cabinet door behind Jason. He landed on the floor of the trailer, a bit dazed by his collision.

Jason pulled himself out of the broken glass. He was covered in small cuts, bleeding slightly, but fortunately he didn't do much damage.

"Cool it, Commander!" Jason bellowed and smacked Mark on his jaw in an effort to help him to regain his senses."Yes, we kissed…and yes, it almost happened…but Princess stopped it. Right before you came. For the record, Mark, I'm glad she did. I ...just couldn't do that to my two best friends."

Jason offered Mark his hand and pulled him back up onto his feet. Mark began to gingerly rub his swelling jaw.

"Let me get you some ice." Jason offered. "Now, will you sit down, and listen for a change?" He smirked at his Commander and went to retrieve some ice from his freezer.

Mark chuckled and sat down at Jason's kitchen table. Jason handed him a lumpy, plastic bag of ice, which he immediately placed on his jaw.

"I did a number on that jaw. That's gotta sting!" Jason teased.

Mark grimaced. "Well, if I would have connected that punch, you'd be in a world of hurt right now. I'm surprised you remained somewhat calm. It's not like you."

Jason shrugged and chuckled to himself. "Guess I figured one of us had to keep a cool head; and since you were out of control, it had to be me this time!"