So, those of you who follow my stories and know my writing should have seen this all coming...lol. :o)

Chapter 7

Caitlin spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know her son. They talked for hours before she began to tire.

"Dom, can you take Cameron home with you tonight?" Caitlin asked. "I'd really like for Hawke to stay around for a bit. I need to talk to him."

"Sure," Dom replied. "I'd like that. But you need to get your rest too."

"I will," she promised. "Believe me. I want out of this hospital as soon as I can get out."

After they left, Hawke sat down on the side of Caitlin's bed and placed his hand on her leg. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I don't know," she replied softly. "I need to talk to you about something and I'm not sure what you are going to think."

"Sounds serous," he replied.

"It is," she said as she reached over and took the pictures out of the drawer by the bed. "Hawke, I got pregnant when I was sixteen. I was visiting California at the time and my cousin Josie got the idea to make fake IDs for us so we could get into bars. I wanted to prove I could be just as wild she could be and that I wasn't some goody two shoes. Cameron's father thought I was eighteen at the time. I didn't know his name and well, we were all drinking and getting high. It was my first time and I'll admit I never thought about the consequences of what I was doing."

"At sixteen, not many people do," Hawke admitted.

"Hawke have you ever gotten that déjà vu feeling when you're around me?" she asked.

Hawke shot her a strange look and stood up from the bed. "Caitlin, what are you trying to tell me here?" he asked.

Caitlin handed him the photos that Michael had brought to her. "Michael got these from my aunt Meg," she replied. "I'm the one in the blonde wig."

Hawke took the photos from her and stared at them. He was speechless. He handed them back to her before turning and leaving the room without a response.

Caitlin sat quiet after he left. She felt so helpless and alone. It was the feeling she felt when she first found out that she was pregnant.

"It wasn't his fault," she thought to herself. "He never knew. I never really knew. This is such a mess."

Hawke had intended to leave the hospital but he never made it past the waiting room. He sat down and buried his face in his hands, his emotions all over the place. Part of him was thrilled that he was a father but another part felt guilty that he'd been so reckless and had gotten Caitlin pregnant at such a young age. Then there was the anger. He knew he shouldn't be angry with her but he couldn't understand how she couldn't have told him her suspicions sooner.

When he finally pulled himself together he decided he needed to go back and talk to her. But, when he got to her room, she was gone. He quickly ran to the nurse's station to ask where they'd taken her.

"She should be in her room," the nurse told him. "We haven't taken her anywhere."

The nurse followed Hawke back to the room. The woman opened the little closet in the corner. "Her clothes are gone," she told him. "It looks like she left without the doctor's authorization. She really wasn't in any condition to leave."

Hawke thought for a moment, his heart racing and his mind racing even faster. "I'll find her," he told the nurse. "I think I know where she might be."

It took what felt like an eternity to get there but Hawke finally made his way into the lair and opened the door to Airwolf's cockpit. He climbed in and put on his helmet. "Put your helmet on," he told Caitlin who was curled up in the back. "We're going for a ride."

Caitlin silently did as he requested. In a matter of moments they were airborne. She sat back and closed her eyes, wondering where he was taking her and how he had managed to find her but she couldn't bring herself to ask.

They flew silently for a long time. Soon she found them landing in a large field by an old deserted farm house. The moon was so bright that she could see the whole place clearly. Hawke got and helped her out with him.

"Come on," he said softly as he took her by the hand and headed towards a large tree that stood on the side of the property. Once they reached it, he looked up and told her to climb the little winding stairway steps that went around and up the tree. She did as asked and soon they were both sitting in the old, but sturdy tree house.

"Why are we here?" she asked. "Where is here?"

"I use to live here when I was Cameron's age," Hawke told her. "I'd always come up here when I needed time alone to think."

"So why did you bring me here?" She asked, confused.

Hawke took a deep breath and sighed. "Look Caitlin, I'm sorry I ran out like that," he told her. "I guess I was just so shocked. But, we were both reckless. You were trying to prove something to yourself and your cousin and I was trying to find a way to forget losing my brother. I wish I could say I remembered that night but to be honest, it's kind of a blur."

"It is to me too," she replied. "I wasn't even totally sure it was you until Michael brought back those pictures."

Hawke thought for a moment. "I have, you know," he replied.

"Have what?" she asked confused.

"I've had déjà vu about you," he replied. "When you came to get me at Horne's compound there was this moment that I looked at you and I don't know; I got this feeling that I couldn't explain. You looked so vulnerable. I guess you were pretty vulnerable with me that night at the hotel."

They both sat quiet for several minutes while staring out and up at the moon.

"What are we going to do now Hawke?" she finally asked. "Where do we go from here?"