Epilogue

A week later…

Diane nervously stood outside Jake's door. She could hardly believe the recent turn of events: Jake losing his memory and going missing and her disobeying orders and going after him on her own…twice. She had indeed survived returning and facing Lou. It had definitely not been pleasant but she was still intact, free, and employed. Now, on top of it all she was standing out in front of Jake's apartment. He had asked her yesterday if she would be free and wanted to come over for dinner. She of course said yes, but she tried not to answer too quickly.

Jake opened the door after what seemed like an eternity. She blushed a little as she said hi, trying to get over the butterflies in her stomach.

"You really look nice."

"Thanks."

Jake moved out of the doorway motioning her over the threshold. "Come on in."

Diane stepped inside the apartment and looked over at the small table that Jake had set up with what looked to be a slightly overcooked lasagna still in the aluminum pan it was cooked in and two candlesticks holders with two candles that were really too fat to fit, shoved down inside the holder so they wouldn't fall over. Diane smiled and tried hard not to let out a snicker at the sight.

"I –uh was going to try to do something nicer, but I really don't know anything about cooking." Jake stammered. "I even went onto the Food network website but I didn't even know what half of the stuff was that they listed as ingredients on there. So, I just went up to the store and bought lasagna. I hope that's okay."

"It's perfect. I love lasagna."

Jake smiled. "Great."

Diane smiled back at him seemingly entranced.

"Oh, but I did want to say something to you before we begin eating and I have cheese dripping all over my face."

Diane snickered at her mental picture of Jake. "I just wanted to say thank you for everything, but since I'm not really good with words I thought I would try this."

Diane watched as Jake walked over to his nearby stereo system and pressed played. Immediately, music began blaring out "I've got a keg in the closet." Diane watched as Jake's face turned several shades of red as he quickly began pushing buttons to try and get the song to stop.

"Uh, that's the wrong song." Jake said sheepishly. "And no I don't."

"Good" Diane was again trying not to laugh.

"Let's try again."

It seemed like Jake might have it right this time as a soft melody began to play.

Every now and then
I get a little lost
The strings all get tangled
The wires all get crossed
Every now and then
I'm right upon the edge
Danglin' my toes out over the ledge
I just thank God you're here

'Cause when I'm a bullet shot out of a gun
'Cause when I'm a firecracker comin' undone
When I'm a fugitive ready to run
All wild-eyed and crazy
No matter where my reckless soul takes me
Baby you save me

Good things can come from bad experiences. Losing his memory and going rogue on the NSA and Diane actually worked out for Jake. He got to meet an incredible individual, a friend that helped him take off the blinders. Clark may have lost his chance at a relationship with Chloe, but his advice of not doing the same with Diane was going to pay off. She had saved him…again, now it was his turn to return the favor. He walked over to Diane and extended his hand, "May I have this dance?"

"Sure" Diane said, lifting herself out of her seat. Finally, Jake had noticed her.