"We need to go back," I finally say. After the hug that we shall never speak of again but will constantly be on my mind, we broke apart and just laid in the sun side by side. If I was alone, I might have gone swimming, but with Miguel right there, no way in the world.

"Why?" He asks. He has fallen into the trap of this place, it's so relaxing, you forget time is a thing and that you have other duties.

"Because we have to go help the others. I have to lead them, and I'm going to need your help doing so," I say gently, and he groans.

"Come on, up," I order. When he doesn't make any motion, I grab his arm and pull him up.

"Alright, alright, I'm getting up. No need to try to yank my arm out of socket," He grumbles.

I start walking off, when something catches my eye. A splash of color, where there shouldn't be any. "Go on ahead; I'll catch up." I call out.

Miguel gives me a quizzical look, but goes on ahead. I start walking on over to the walls, the edge of the cliffs. I look around, and see our little 'bridge.' Once again, it was just our imagination. It was really just an old, fraying rope we really shouldn't have trusted to hold our weight spanning across the swimming hole, that ended in a cave in the cliffs. Of course, you have to duck down not to hit anything if you were going into the cave to explore, even though it's the middle of winter. Totally not speaking from experience.

I start running, and then leap up, catching the edge of one of the ropes. I then climb my way up, and along the cliffs.

"Amazing," I whisper, as I see them. It's a surprise lily; a pinkish reddish surprise lily growing in the caves. One I would have sworn I didn't see earlier. The flower that was Brady's favorite, in the shade that was my favorite.

"Alright, I get it. I'll let go, but I promise I will remember you. Always." I vow, and then feel a warm gust of wind. I close my eyes, and let my hands drop.

I splash right into the water, cutting right down to the bottom. I push off of it, and surface seconds later. Now that I'm soaking wet, and will get the ever so pleasant experience of walking back to the docks in my soaking wet clothes, I swim to shallower water.to the large rock. I'm surprised we didn't come up with a name for this rock, besides the Great Rock. I mean, everything else had a name.

I slosh out of the water, not as graceful as I used to be. Of course, I used to have to do this at least three times a week. You get pretty good at silently emerging from water when beating your boyfriend in a mock battle depends on it. Then it was humiliating the annoying instructor who simply couldn't understand sarcasm, or Anderson that it depended on. I honestly can't decide which one I needed to learn it quicker for.

I see Miguel wandering around aimlessly, probably trying to find the trail back. "It's this way," I call at the correct path which he wandered past.

"How long were you going to wait?" He asks, and I smile slightly.

"Not too terribly much longer," I answer with a smirk, and he just shakes his head.

"And you guys didn't mark it because why again?"

"Because it would be irreverent. It isn't that good of a secret hideout if you make the path to it obvious."

"But then other people could find you here," He points out.

"And that's a good thing?" I ask rhetorically. He just shakes his head.

"You know, some day I'm going to prove that you don't really hate people that much and that it's all just a show." He vows.

"Good luck," I scoff. Sure, I might not hate people as much as I portray myself too, but it's pretty close.

I start to shiver as the wind blows. Normally I have goosebumps because of the cold, but right now I'm sure you could notice them three yards away. It's frigid. Though, that probably has more to do with the fact that I'm wet and the sun has way went down, then the actual temperature.

I look over and see Miguel wrestling with his coat. Of course he'd be sweating while I'm shivering. That's the way it goes though. So incredibly unfair.

I guess I'd just have to have a bunch of blankets to curl up in.

Whoa there. Where did that thought come from. No. I thought we went over this. Miguel is just a tool; someone I can use to achieve my goal. If anything else, he's a friend. A handsome friend, yes, but a friend. Sure, I might feel some attraction, but he most likely doesn't return it. And even if he did, neither of us can act on it. We both have our jobs and lives that neither would want to give up, and it would be unfair to ask that of the other. Nothing can happen.

Then, I feel something warm cover me, and I stop short. The warm thing slides off onto the ground. "You know, you're supposed to wear the coat."

"You gave me your coat," I state, in what I'm sure is an incredulous tone.

"Yes. That is generally what friends do when their friend is cold. You really shouldn't have fallen into the water," He scolds.

"I didn't," I answer. He get slightly worried before I finish it with an, "I jumped."

He just shakes his head, and starts muttering, "Ella es una idiota."

Time to clear up this misconception. "Yo entiendo español sabes."

He has a look of shock on his face, though I don't know why he was suspecting. I am a spy after all. "Por que? Cuando aprendiste?"

"Soy una espia." Is all I answer with, and he shakes his head. "Besides, I'm not completely fluent; just enough to get by."

"So I can assume you know how to ask for food, all the different colors, all the weapons, and most adjectives?" Miguel asks, and I smile slightly.

"Those and all the curse words." We both laugh slightly.

"Why do you never curse?" He asks, after thinking for a couple of seconds.

I sigh, and close my eyes. "Brady always despised it; he hated all vulgarity. I respected his wishes, and stopped cursing when he was around. Except, we did basically everything together, so I could never really curse. Well, not in a language he can understand. I guess it's just a habit; I still don't curse in English, but I can go into an hour long cursing and ranting in Hebrew."

He lets out a small sigh, and lets his body posture drop. My answer wasn't what he was expecting, and he's glad about it. "What were you expecting me to say?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. "That I had a kid or something?"

"Actually, yes," Miguel says, and I try to keep from laughing.

"I promise you, I am the furthest away from maternal that you can get. There is no kid; I have no desire to have one. I don't do well around children; that's one thing that the rumors got right."

"You just seemed to get along really well with Luna," He says.

I sigh. I can't deny that I didn't hate hanging out with her. "Luna is... different. She's not like the other children; constantly clinging to you, and acting as if they know it all. She's just there, and you can hold an intelligent conversation, as much as you can with someone under ten, with her."

He gives me a knowing look which I don't understand, accompanied with a grin. "What's wrong?" I ask, and he just shakes his head, his grin never wavering.

Seeing he won't respond, and slightly vexed about it, I pick up the pace.

Shortly, we arrive back to the docks, and I see everyone on both sides exchanging glances. For goodness sakes, could they be any more obvious. The two pirates I can understand, but mine? I thought I'd trained them better than to get caught doing something so obvious.

"If you want to know what we did, or rather didn't do knowing some of your brains," I say, glaring directly at Katherine. "Then you can ask one of us. If not, please do leave me alone." I say, and go onto the boat. It's sad we aren't in the headquarters, because if we were, I could dramatically storm out of the room. We have to make due with what we have.

"I'm starting to think they're doing it on purpose. Trying to get us alone together," Miguel murmurs to me, following me away from them.

Smart man.

Of course he is; we like him.

Shut it. We don't need to go down that path again.

"They are. You're lucky; you only have to put up with it until the end of this week. I have to for the years to come, and the ones in the past. I don't know if I will ever be able to go on a date in peace because of them." I mutter back, and he smiles.

"Miguel," Ruben calls, and Miguel sighs.

"I guess I get to be the first one interrogated," He says shrugging his shoulders and sighs, though his eyes are smiling.

I laugh, and call after him, "Don't worry. While everyone else gets to sleep, I'll be getting my round."

I can see his shoulders shaking from an effort to keep from laughing, and shake my head, getting a stupid grin on my face.

Does he actually have dimples if he smiles big enough? I need to say funny things to make him smile and laugh more to see. Totally to figure out if he has dimples and not because I like him.

Oh come on. Let's just accept it; we've fallen in love again, with a guy we can't be with. It's happened before, it's happening now, it'll probably happen in the future. Even though we have a stone wall around our heart, it can get broken down. You just have to hide it.

Except that he knows. He knows that we like him, and somehow, I don't think that hiding it will be an option. At least no this time.

So, what are we going to do?

You know, we haven't done this for a long time. Not since Brady. But let's throw all caution to the wind, and if it happens, it happens.

After thinking a thought I believed I would never think again, I do another thing I thought I would never do again. But then again, I'm throwing caution to the wind.

"Hey, Amelia. Please come over here; I need some advice."

Ella es una idiota: She is an idiot.

Yo entiendo espanol sabes: I understand Spanish you know

Por que? Cuando aprendiste? Why? When did you learn?

Soy una espia: I am a spy.