DISCLAIMER: I do not own DC or any of the cast or crew. I do own Camilla and her story. This is purely fictional and for entertainment only. :)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

"I'm really sorry, Camilla." Josh told his brother's ex girlfriend. "Jake's a complete dumb ass."

"How is he, Josh?" She asked as she walked around the grocery store.

"I don't really know. Jake's been secluded lately." Josh said. "He'll snap out of it…eventually."

"You don't sound too sure."

"I can't keep being my brother's keeper. I love him and I'm behind him all the way but I have to concentrate on me and the future of the family business."

"I completely understand." Camilla said. "Jake is a grown man and he's going to do what he wants to do. When he needs your help, he'll ask."

"Yeah, I know." Josh said with a loud sigh.

"Well just because Jake and I aren't together anymore doesn't mean we can't still keep in touch." She said walking up to the check up.

"I'll keep in touch, I promise." .

"You better." Camilla told him. "Cause come October, I'm going to need my drinking buddy back."

Josh laughed and it made Camilla smile. She was glad that she could make him laugh, even just for a second.

"Looking forward to it." Josh told her.

Camilla hung up a few minutes later. She was glad to know that her and Josh could still be friends, even though she wasn't with Jake anymore.

Camilla was once again at the bar the following Friday night.

"Here's to having a good time." She said holding up a shot.

Stacy, Brad and Camilla downed the shots.

"I can't have too many." Brad told her. "I'm leaving on an early flight in the morning."

"A couple more." Camilla told him.

Brad reluctantly agreed.

"Ok, now let's go play some pool."

Camilla and her new friend played two games and she gave him one hell of a beating.

"Well it's after 1." He said looking at his watch. "I've got to catch my flight in a couple of hours."

"Well it was nice seeing you again." Camilla said hugging him. "Whenever you're back in Dutch…look me up, we'll have a couple of drinks."

"Alright." Brad said.

He paid his tab and said bye to Camilla's mom.

"Well he was a nice young man." Stacy said handing her daughter another beer. "You should've got his number."

"Mom." Camilla sighed.

"I know." Stacy said wiping off the bar. "You're not interested. Honey, you and Jake's not getting back together."

"I know, mom. I don't think I need to be reminded of that." Camilla said getting upset.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." Stacy said. "I'm just trying to be your mother. I hate seeing you like this. Brad has kept your mind off of Jake and that's been great. Now that he's leaving town, I don't want to see you getting all depressed again."

"I'm not." Camilla said turning her beer up.

"Or covering it up with alcohol."

"What?"

"You've been drinking a lot lately." Stacy observed.

"I have not." She said. "I drink on the weekends, and never during the week."

"You have to let him go." She said. "It's the healthiest thing to do. If not, you're going to be a wreck come October when he comes back to town."

There was no one else in the bar but her and her mother. They heard the chime of the door.

"I'm sorry…we're closed." Stacy said not looking up.

"I know."

Camilla knew that voice and her heart skipped.

"Camilla?"

He was standing right behind her, she could feel him.

She took a couple deep breaths and turned around in her stool. Sure enough, Jake Harris was standing in front of her. He looked worse than she felt.

"Can we talk?" He asked shifting uncomfortably.

Stacy walked to the back.

"We have nothing to talk about, remember?" Camilla asked standing up and heading for the door.

"I know I've been a complete dick to you." He said grabbing her arm to stop her.

"Don't touch me!"

"Ok, I'm sorry." He said raising his hands. "You don't have to say anything…just listen to me for a few seconds."

"Why should I?" Camilla asked. "Why should I listen to anything you have to say?"

"I know I don't deserve a chance to explain myself." He said. "But if I don't say what I have to say, I'm going to regret it for the rest of my life."

Camilla crossed her arms.

"I made a huge fucking mistake." He said. "You didn't deserve to get pushed away."

Camilla nodded with a stone face.

"You wanted to know things about me that I wasn't ready to tell you completely."

"What makes you think you're ready now?" Camilla asked. "Jake, I never forced you to tell me. I didn't want to push you; I wanted you to tell me. You obviously couldn't trust me."

"You haven't been completely open about your past to me either." Jake told her.

"Go home, Jake." Camilla told him. "Go back to Seattle."

She didn't wait for him to reply; she pushed open the door and walked out.

"I'm really sorry." He told Camilla's mom.

"You should be." Stacy said. "You hurt her."

Jake nodded knowingly.

"I never meant to, I swear." Jake told her honestly. "I love her."

"Then why push her away?"

"Other than being an idiot?"

Stacy nodded.

"I was scared of losing her if I told her everything." He admitted. "If she wanted to know more about me, that's why there's Google."

"She wanted to hear it from your mouth, not a search engine." Stacy said. "Plus you can't believe everything you see on the internet."

Jake chuckled for the first time in weeks.

"Yeah, you're right." He said nodding. "Do you think I've lost her?"

Stacy thought about it for a minute and finally shook her head.

"No." Stacy answered. "She loves you. She'll come around just give her a few hours to think."

Jake nodded.

"Can you tell her that I'm staying at the hotel? Room 193." He told the woman. "I don't expect her to come but I really hope she does."

"I'll tell her."

"Thank you." Jake said walking out of the bar and headed for the hotel.

Don't give up yet, Jake. He told himself. She's come around….hopefully.

Camilla walked home, leaving the car for her mom. The fresh air helped calm her down. She was pissed that Jake just showed up out of nowhere and now wanted to open up.

Camilla sat down outside and was smoking when her mom pulled up. The woman got out and walked up on the porch. She sat down beside her daughter and lit a cigarette.

"Can you believe he tried to turn it around of me?" Camilla asked. "How can he say I haven't told him everything about my past?"

"You haven't been completely honest with him either, Camilla." She said. "You didn't tell him you're a mom."