Warden's head felt heavy, but his body also felt light as a feather. It made it hard for him to move. Thinking was nearly impossible. Without his glasses again, all he did was fumble on the ground until he inched his way into a corner and pressed back against the cushioned wall. He couldn't even escape into his mind with whatever shit those damned doctors put in him.

Warden would sometimes see glimpses of his colorful world, but they must have just been memories trying to break free from the cage the drugs made of his mind. He could only hum a familiar tune to himself, the words lost to him while he unsuccessfully tried to wiggle his arms out of his straight jacket.

They hadn't been happy about his attempt to escape last time. He was still being punished for it. He snorted, not really caring. He could barely feel a thing right now, nearly numb. It was always so cold in the room, like it was snowing.

Maybe it was snowing. Everything was so white.

Warden blinked his eyes slowly, but he still couldn't focus them. Not without his glasses.

Jeff spoke with the Twins...Jared conspired with the Doctors...they chattered and screeched like bats, bouncing from ceiling to wall in bursts of yellow and orange, settling and conversing, whispering, traitors.

Jeff finally left them, his steps carrying him across the wall, spiraling, each step a shimmer of illusion before he crouched, screaming, a monster, bulging eyes and fangs, a smile and a gentle touch.

"WARDEN! WARDEN! YOU'RE BACK! SUPERJAIL IS- David, do you know who I am?"

The Twins cackled, watching them both carefully, fingers curled over their chins as they pondered the fate of Warden's world.

"Sir...SIR SUPERJAIL-Are you listening?" Jeff was quiet, thoughtful, the world stilling around him for a moment before he looked back at the Twins, remorse, regret, vengeance rage "I'm sorry."

Warden shook his head, dizzy and confused. He didn't know what he was seeing anymore. The voices were conflicting - wasn't the medication supposed to make it stop? David-David, who was David?

His name? Yes- maybe...no, no, his name was Warden. Father named him that...right? Didn't he call him something? Been so long...a hundred years. Where was he again?

"J-Jared?" he half mumbled, eyes still trying to decide what they were seeing. "What did...you do now?" He frowned, wondering what it was this time the midget accountant was apologizing for. "Get Jailbot...to fix it or something, m'tired." He squinted his eyes, unsure now if he was really speaking to Jared at all. His form was larger - by larger he meant taller. That wasn't...normal...but the mustache...he smelled like Jared.

Warden shivered, wishing he could move his arms to rub his own shoulders. "Be useful and g-get me a blanket, or something. It's freezing in here," he snapped, his voice still unsteady but not cracking as much.

Jared grabbed David's collar, shaking him desperately. "THERE IS NO JAILBOT! THERE IS NO ALICE! Warden, you've been with us for two years," Jeff said quietly, sadness apparent on his ridiculously large forehead. Jared's face formed in the wrinkles, screaming screamingscreamingscreaming "DAVID DAVID DAVID IT'S ALL A LIE. I've been asked to do something...Very strange...BUT I'M NOT SORRY, HAHAHA." Jared twitched, looking back up to Jeff. David, Warden.

He got closer, snakes bleeding from his nose, hissing like Medusa, getting closer and closer and closer and...stillness...clarity and stillness. The blank white canvas oozed color, yellows, oranges, purples, Jared kneeling on Warden's desk, hands fisted into his collar, kissing him desperately. "I love you, Warden...I love you...I love you," he kept stammering, repeating it like a chant, holding onto Warden like he'd been gone too long.

Warden's head didn't feel at all as heavy as it had been, but he still couldn't manage to move his arms as freely as he wanted them too. Shoving Jared off was harder than he thought it would be. He squirmed, furrowing his brow in confusion and irritation while he muffled a "What the fuck, Jared?"

He'd been kissed before by the Mistress, though through most of it he had been having a panic attack. He wanted Alice, not that whore - now this? He'd seen enough of Jared's desires in his Dream Machine. Oh, God he hoped this was a nightmare.

Wake up Warden!

David!

His head was spinning again and he shut his eyes tightly. He knew the colors were back, he could see - but was he really seeing anything at all?

But- he felt real...Jared...Jeff...that wasn't in his head. He wasn't. He almost felt like clinging to that, to keep himself as sane as he could get.

Warden found himself clutching at Jared, his body shaking. "W-what's happening?" he demanded, voice cracking and desperate, eyes searching. He felt like crying, but going into a further fit of hysterics would be very bad for him right now. He went with breathing.

Jared felt Warden fighting with himself, and felt him give up and just cling. He'd never felt so strong in his entire life. He hugged Warden close and fixed his hat on top of his head. "S-sir-" Jared stuttered, pressing his lips back against Warden's. He drew his shaking fingers over the back of Warden's head, keeping them just a bit closer for just a bit longer. "Please, War-War...Please let this be t-true," he stammered against the other man's lips, his heart pounding through his chest. Jared was sure Warden could feel it.

He hoped the other man couldn't taste the liquid courage on his tongue as he pushed the kiss further, desperate for more now that he had the Warden, actually had him. He was so tired of dreaming about this...This solid feeling, the warmth emanating from the Warden who clung to him like a wet cat. "I love you," he said again, pulling Warden closer with his fingers dug into the skinny man's jacket.

Warden's small protests were muffled into a whimper. He felt his chest and stomach tighten, this unfamiliar yet familiar feeling confusing, exciting, and scaring him all at the same time. His eyes fluttered open, at first expecting to see a padded cell, but he was still there. Still with Jared. Still in his office. He could just cry from relief.

He was crying, actually, but he didn't care. Warden just held on, emotions twisting up in him and then spiraling. Had it all been some twisted nightmare after all? If this was a dream, he feared if he woke up he would actually go mad. He wasn't crazy. Superjail was real. Jared was real. He is right here, he thought to himself, trying to keep his breathing normal.

Warden didn't understand though, or maybe he did. Jared loved him? Really? After everything? He kind of knew about Jared's feelings, he damn well witnessed it, but it was strange...when did Jared get all this confidence? "J-Jared," he cleared his throat, moving his head to look up at the accountant since he was sitting up on his desk. "Have I been missing...or something?" There were so many blank spots in his memory. It continued to frighten him. He wanted answers.

Jared's eyes were red from sleep deprivation and long, long lonely nights filled with thought. "You've been gone for years," he said, his voice a bit deeper. Alcohol changed him in so many ways. Maybe his confidence was all in his head. Maybe Warden saw through...It didn't matter. "You'd come back for a week, but you just weren't yourself!" he explained, fixing Warden's clothes in a very uncharacteristically motherly fashion. He stopped and held Warden's face. "Hold onto me again," he said, needing to feel that power, like he was actually strong, useful, desirable. He changed his position on Warden's desk so he had his feet around Warden's chair, keeping him close, trapping him with his long legs.

Long legs...

Warden tried to keep focus, but it wasn't right. None of this was right anymore. Everything had been almost perfect - now- now...something was wrong with Jared. It wasn't Jared...wrong. His eyes searched frantically for answers until he decided to shut them tightly and flail out in order to shove Jared - or whoever this thing was, off of him. "STOP IT! GET OFF OF ME!" he yelled, tears streaming more freely. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

Wake up !

Jared looked shocked for a moment, but grabbed Warden's wrists, trying to calm him. "Warden! Warden listen to me...Listen, please," he begged. Alcohol changed him, made him better at everything. Maybe it was all in his head, maybe Warden saw through..."It doesn't matter, see? It's you...It's all you. You're changing me. Like you change Superjail when you feel like it. It's your magic," he said, his stutter gone, his hands getting bigger and stronger. "You finally feel like you need me like you need...Alice," he said a bit bitterly. "See?" he showed, spreading his arms for Warden to see.

Warden tried to stop himself from shaking, swallowing a frustrated sob while he forced his eyes to open again. He was still in Superjail. There was still Jared...but...It -it-it made sense. The way he explained it. Magic, magic can work like that. His magic. Of course. Right. He was just doing it subconsciously. Warden nodding quietly, wiping at his face and making himself calm down - but for the life of him he couldn't stop fucking shaking. And he hated it. Hated it. So much. The only sign of warmth was coming from Jared -and even though he was acting different, looking different, it was still Jared...so he hoped.

Warden held onto him again, burying his face into his chest. "I don't...I don't know what's going on anymore..." he said weakly, hearing his own voice tremble like he was a little kid again. His father never wanted anything to do with him when he cried.

Jared pet the back of his neck, his other hand rubbing circles into the Warden's back. "It'll make sense soon. I promise. And I'll always be here for you." The scratch of his voice had softened, becoming a bit deeper and a bit more pleasant to hear. Maybe it was the pride he felt flooding in him, proud of himself for finally being a man. He kissed Warden's temple and held him tightly. "Me, Superjail, Alice...We'll always be here." He gently moved Warden's head back and smiled, kissing his lips softly, his desperate need for the other man's mouth vanishing to a gesture of comfort and assurance.

Warden closed his eyes, his vision blurry from the annoying tears. He still found the kissing strange, and he could taste the alcohol on his lips. Opening his eyes again, he rubbed at them with his hands before getting some of his composure back. He looked around the room then back at Jared...new Jared, he guessed. "How is Superjail? What happened while I... disappeared?" Again, but he didn't want to get into the Time Police.

"Oh sir! It was horrible! We had a war with another dimension, we all almost got killed!" He wished Alice had been killed, but he probably would have gone insane without her monotonous voice telling him to keep it together. He almost saw what Warden did in her, but flushed that thought away, hugging Warden tighter. "We barely survived and managed to rebuild the damaged parts of Superjail, and now that you're here you can patch up the dimensional rift!"

Warden's eyebrows furrowed, concern etching his features while Jared held him. He rested his hands on his accountant's arms while he frowned, looking over at the side. "I don't think...I can do anything right now, Jared," he said quietly. "Wherever I was...it drained me. I can hardly move." He chewed his bottom lip, eyes still searching the office for any signs of this being a lie. He didn't hope for it, but he was scared that this was fake again. He couldn't handle it if it was. "You said I came back before and wasn't myself. What was I like?"

"Sir, it was like you were a ghost! Just a shell of your former exuberant self!" Jared chattered, giving Warden another hug. "We're so glad you're back, sir. Now Superjail can go back to normal, and we can all live happily ever after!"

Jared suddenly jerked his head back to the door, Rowan standing there, monotonous as ever. "Warden's back," she said flatly.

Jared 'pfft'd' "I know that, Alice. He's right here! In my arms!"

Alice 'humphed' and slammed the door. "Faggots."

"Happily ever...after?" Warden had to raise an eyebrow at that and gave Jared a look like he was insane. He blinked and watched as Alice appeared and left. He hadn't seen her in...he couldn't remember how long it had been. "Alice..." he reached a hand at the door before letting it fall to his side with a sigh. "And Jailbot? He's still here?"

"Well, we had some trouble with Jailbot. Seems like only you know his off command! So he's in the basement's basement's basement. We all hope he's lost," Jared told him, ignoring the hopeful look Warden was giving the shut door. He tried to bring that romantic attention back to himself with a little squeeze.

Warden frowned, not liking the sound of what happened to Jailbot. He would deal with it when he felt more like himself. Then he could talk to Alice...maybe get some private time so they could catch up and - Warden stopped, interrupted from his thoughts by Jared's hug. This was a problem. "Uh...Jared...?" he looked up at his accountant, patting his chest lightly while he laughed a little uneasily. "I'm still tired. Had a crazy day, you know. I think I need some rest. We can, uh, talk some more tomorrow."

Jared's arms fell from around Warden and landed at his sides. He knew he should have locked the door...Alice was ruining everything again!

"Do you want me to send in Alice to tuck you in? Read you a bedtime story? She only knew you were gone because I TOLD HER!" Jared shouted, pushing Warden's chair away to set his feet on the floor. He stomped out of Warden's office, slamming the door and nearly bumping into Alice.

"Watch it, squirt."

"SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH YOU TRANNY."

Alice paused, sunglasses pointed vaguely in Jared's direction.

"I'd switch to decaf," she said before turning and walking away.

Warden stared at the door, blinking slowly. He sighed again, running his gloved hands down his face before crossing his arms. "Well, I'm back in Superjail...but everything's..." he frowned again, biting his lower lip. "Jared's seriously out of it. I should keep my distance from now on," he said as he got to his feet, using his cane to balance himself while he walked out of his office, heading to his room. "I should have asked him about the twins," he muttered, closing the door behind him.