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February 6, 2002
Jax: What sort of confession?
Skye: The difficult kind. The kind that you avoid making because you're not sure if it's something the other person can hear or wants to, because you're not really sure what kind of response you're going to get. But it's gotten to the point where I just can't keep quiet anymore. Well, if I don't tell you soon, I'm going to start avoiding you.
Jax: I can always deal with the truth.
Skye: Yeah, well, this may be one truth you might not be so happy to hear.
Jax: Try me.
Skye: You're a real jerk!
Jax: I'm a jerk? Any particular reason? I mean, for helping you take over your family business? Oh, no, wait, it must be because I keep trying to protect you while you antagonize Sonny Corinthos as if he were a mild-mannered businessman instead of a card-carrying psychotic. Yeah, you know? You're right. I have been a jerk. I've been a jerk for treating the threats you keep stumbling upon as real and not writing you off as the conniving little sneak that everyone else thinks you are. I mean, yeah, how insensitive of me to try to see who you are beneath your, your obnoxious defense mechanisms. Is that why I'm a jerk? Because I put up with your nonsense while no one else would?
Skye: Yes, yes. Exactly!
Skye: I was doing fine without you. I didn't need some champion rushing to my rescue...
Jax: Oh, not the knight thing again.
Skye: ...and insinuating himself into every nook and cranny of my life. You know, you told me that your heart was shut down, that nobody would ever get to that part of you, and I understood that because that's how I am. But then all of a sudden, you start backing me up and standing up for me and, and probably when I've misled you and lied to you and treated you like dirt and then you treat me with respect. I mean, you have this bizarre way of knowing exactly what it is that I need. Like when I was talking to my grandfather in his room at the hospital and you kept everybody out because you knew that was really important to me. I mean, no one's ever done that for me before. No one's ever stood up to my family like that.
Jax: Where are you going with this?
Skye: Well, you seem to think that, that I can take this kind of treatment, that none of it's going to hurt me.
Jax: Me being nice to you?
Skye: Yes.
Jax: You can't stand it when someone looks out for you, can you?
Skye: No. I like it, I like it a lot. That's what makes me so mad.
Skye: I never wanted a champion. I wasn't even looking for one until you came along. Hell, I used to make fun of your rescue complex, I didn't even think it was real. But you've done some pretty amazing things, Jax. You even got to an avowed cynic like me. I, I've come to like you and depend on you, which I hate. You've been nothing short of wonderful the way you treated my family and, although you are pretty eager to believe Edward's accusations that I made up those threats from Sonny, and, you know, I didn't make them up, but if, if you want to bail out on me right now, I will understand, no questions asked. I will be out of it, you will be out of it. Clean, neat, done. I learned a life lesson very early, depend on people, they let you down. It's not a good thing or a bad thing, it's just the way it is.
Jax: And you're, you think I'm going to let you down?
Skye: Yes. I'd really like to believe that there are champions out there, that there are people who lay themselves on the line just because they feel it's the right thing to do, but I'm a realist.
Jax: Well, I will be your champion, Skye. You can count on that.
Skye: You're really not like anyone else, are you?
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