"How are you feeling now?" Jack asks as he casually leans in the doorway watching over Ella. She rests on top of the covers staring out her bedroom window, an I.V of blood running into her arm.

"Hmm. Sorry what did you say?" She asks, distracted.

"I asked if you were feeling better. Maybe I should get Doc in to take another look at you?" Jack worries.

"What? No I'm fine." She turns to look at Jacks' concerned expression. "Seriously, I'm alright. Stop fussing over me- it's like having mum here."

"Okay, okay." Jack says putting his hands up in surrender. "I'm entitled to be worried about you, you nearly died."

"I've nearly died at least a dozen times. It's nothing new. So just stop looking at me like that!"

"Like what?"

"Like how you get when you're carrying mums' Royal Doulton china to the dining room table at Christmas. I'm not going to break."

"No offense, but you look like you already broke."

"None taken, Jackass!" Ella growls, tossing a pillow in Jacks' direction. It falls short, landing at his feet. Jack gives Ella another concerned look. "Right, that's it! Get OUT!" She demands.

"I'm glad to see you're feeling better. I was getting worried." Jack laughs, though Ella can tell he has more to say.

"What?" As he replies she immediately regrets giving him the opening.

"You've been pretty quiet since you got back."

"I'm just tired. That's all." She turns away to stare out the window again.

"I've seen you tired. You stomp around the house growling at everyone and everything. This isn't tired. You're thinking about him, aren't you?"

Ella sighs with resignation, knowing Jack would eventually bring up Lincoln again.

"I don't want to talk about him anymore, okay?" She says.

"But you're happy to lie here thinking about him, is that it?"

"Leave it alone, Jack!" Ella snaps, giving Jack a savage stare.

"No. You've always warned me not to get involved…" Jack begins.

"I'm not involved. Not anymore." Ella retorts.

"But you admit that you were and now you can't stop thinking about him? This is not good."

"Don't lecture me. I wrote the rules of conduct…"

"And you broke them!" Jack shouts.

"What do you expect me to do?" Ella shouts back. Her head spins from the effort of their shouting match. She calms herself and in a lower voice she continues. "I can't just turn it off, Jack. But I'm trying and talking about it is making everything worse."

"God damn it, are you in love with this guy?" Jack asks, his voice calm and gentle again.

"I don't know." Ella replies, a tear streaking down her cheek and splashing on to the pillow. "Maybe."

"Maybe." Jack echoes, heartbreak in his voice. "Fubar." He whispers before turning on his heel and leaving Ella alone in the fading light. Jack slides down the wall just outside Ella's room, and puts his head between his knees. His sight blurs as he watches his tears form a pool on the hardwood floor.

"Yeah, fubar." Ella repeats as she turns back to watch the trees blowing in the strengthening wind.