Alright peeps! Here it is! My second story for Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde! XD I told you I was going to get it out soon! I just had to get Clair into the other story first! Hehe...sorry for the wait. This might change a little...not much. Now for all you new readers! I would suggest reading my other story Secrets Kept first before you go any farther. You can read it this story on its own, but there will be references, I am sure, to the other story.

Like always I love reviews and I thank you all for taking time to read my stories! So please enjoy my first chapter of 25 Years!

Jackson removed his glasses so he could rub his eyes. Not wanting to look at the clock that he knew would be screaming the time at him. Holt will be pissed when he finds out that Jackson took two hours from him. It wasn't completely Jackson's fault he got side tracked with his work, but it wasn't like Holt to forget as well about their shared life. Even after nine years of first finding out about each other, they still had many fights about time. Who got to sleep…if they even got any…who got days…nights…it all changed after high school. Making it even harder to find a schedule that works for them both, between Holt's music career as well as him owning his own night club being the hardest to work around and with Jackson trying to get a full time job at a science lab, there seriously wasn't enough time for both. Jackson really doubted that with Holt being in his life like he was that he would never get to live out his dream of working there. He knew the feeling was more than the same…Holt made it clear that Jackson was holding him back. Taking time from him and staying late at the lab trying to figure out, in Holt's words, borin' shit that means nothin'.

In the end Jackson and Holt would fight, not accomplishing anything but bad moods and bad day. Clair walked up behind Jackson kissing him on the cheek. "You are over thinking again."

Jackson took a deep breath giving his tired eyes one more good rub before saying, "really how can you tell?"

"Well you have your glasses off…you turned the clock away from you…so you are either fighting with Holt…or you are over thinking a fight that you know will happen when you let him out for the rest of the day."

Jackson sighed at the fact his girlfriend was able to read him so easily. It was like she didn't even have to read his mind to know what was happening. He never knew she would turn out to be so much to him. Holt on the other hand was more than happy to let Jackson have Clair…but Jackson knew he was a little upset by the fact Jackson got a girlfriend before him after they agreed as long as one of them had a girlfriend the other really shouldn't go out to go looking for one especially after Frankie Stein. Jackson always figured Holt would have so many that Jackson would have needed to keep a list, but no Jackson got lucky…really lucky.

"So which one was it?" She asked pulling Jackson up from his desk and pulling him up the stairs to the living room, "come on I know I was right."

"It was both…Holt is not going to be happy I took two hours of his time."

She giggled as she sat Jackson down on the couch so she could snuggle with him, "We could always tell him that I got you distracted." She kissed his neck making him shiver.

"You know he hates it when we tell him things like that." Jackson said kissing Clair when she giggled, "I don't…think…we…" Jackson said as Clair attacked him with more kisses making him give up and give in.

Clair was on top of Jackson when the radio's alarm clock blasted through the room making Jackson tense as his body was engulfed into flames. Clair who was more than used to her boyfriends alter ego setting booby traps to ensure he got out, just stayed in her position, knowing the flames wouldn't hurt her. She learned that out two years ago when Holt picked a really bad time to booby trap the radio in Jackson's room. Pretty much like this moment now, Holt woke up to see Clair laying on top of him, "Well I knew ya loved me, but this is getting ridiculous."

She giggled getting up and smoothing out her hair, "we weren't the one that booby trapped the radio." She pointed to the repeating music. Holt got up and turning it to a CD he had permanently placed in it. "Well if I didn't do it…that damn nerd would keep me locked up more often." Holt said taking in the time, making him growl.

"You know how he gets caught up in work-" Clair said softy knowing where this conversation was heading.

"Yeah don't remind me sweet heart…I am well aware of his 'job'." Holt spat at her.

"Then you should know that-"

"He is trying to make a better life for you and him." Holt said glaring at the women in front of him. As much as he liked Clair as a friend he still couldn't get over how much she sided with his other half. "But what about me?"

"You are getting the-"

"Don't even start that shit!" He half shouted out her making her tense and glare at him.

"Just cuz Jackson took two hours of your time doesn't mean you can take it out on me!" She growled right back at him making Holt sink away.

"Sorry…" He whispered out walking to the door taking Jackson's keys as he went.

"Holt! No! Take your own car…" Clair shouted running after Holt who floored Jackson's yellow 2015 Roll-Royce Ghost leaving skid marks in their drive way. Jackson is not going to be happy when he comes back out.

Holt pulled up to his club seeing his guests waiting patiently for Mr. Hyde to let them in. Looking at the clock he knew he wasn't late…an hour early maybe. But there was always a lot to do before opening. He was happy Jackson hired a manger who knew what they were doing just in case something like today happened.

"Good evening Mr. Hyde." The bouncer said rising an eyebrow at Holt's car choice, "Another fight with Dr. Jekyll?" He asked with a smile playing on his lips. Holt just laughed shaking his head waving to the screaming girls in line waiting to get in.

"Holt you should be ecstatic that you have me!" His manger yelled walking over to him, "I mean seriously what Jackson thinks you do here?"

Holt shook his head at his good friend Milo, he may be a normie but a cool organized normie who loved to party. "He thinks I goof off all night…which is not my job!" Holt said looking around making sure everything was in order. Checking all the lights and the sound one more time, "he thinks I sit up here at the booth." He told Milo who shook his head. He never touched the D.J. booth no matter how late his boss was. This booth was Holt's life and only he made sure everything was set. Even though he didn't D.J. as much as he did in the past, but still.

"So who will be working the booth?" Holt asked wiping his bright red leather business looking suit off. Looking around trying to find the person he mentioned.

"There was D.J. Lock Hope," Milo said looking over his clip board following Holt as he moved to his office.

"And where is she at?"

"She is…." He flipped a few pages on his clip board, "I don't know." He said looking up from his board.

Holt shook his head. "Really? How about we go find her?" He said in a whisper making Milo roll his eyes. It was a quiet whisper that only meant Holt wasn't too far from yelling at someone. The club wasn't even open yet and Holt was on edge…this was going to be a fun night.

Holt walked through the club making sure all his employees were in positions before he opened the doors. He didn't like the quiet of the club…it really needed music. He looked up at his beloved booth noticing it was still empty. Moving his headphones around so he could call Milo,
"Man where is my D.J?" He asked as Milo chuckled uncomfortably on the other end.

"Well…she is kind of…unconscious in the back."

"Wake her up then!" He shouted through the phone heading to back pressing end on his phone.

He came to a beautiful ghoul lying on the ground with a needle sticking out of her arm, "Well now I see why she wasn't waking up." Holt said pulling the needle out and feeling for a pulse.

"Did you call 911?" Holt asked moving her into a little less awkward position.

"Yes I did…right when I found her."

"Good," He moved the hair out of her face when she groaned at him. This ghoul was no older the twenty years…it sadden Holt to know this about her. He felt this way before…it was a very, very long time ago. When the ambulance came to get her…Holt made sure she was safely in before he was on the phone calling his always ready for a party back up D.J. Getting to the club in less than ten minutes, his D.J. smile at Holt before heading up.

"We are ready to open!" Holt yelled out to his workers getting a thumbs up from all of them. "Let's get this party started!" He moved to the doors smiling a large smile as the line got longer knowing the club was suppose to be open twenty minutes ago.

"I am sorry about the wait Ghouls and Monsters, Ladies and Gentlemen! But we had a small…siltation…but no worries! Now that the doors are open, please have a great time!" He nodded to the bouncer who started screening people after the first ten people moved through the doors already been IDed beforehand. Walking back inside he went back to his office calling the hospital to check on Hope. "Hey, this is Mr. Hyde…I was checkin' on the ghoul that came in not too long ago?"

"I am sorry Mr. Hyde," The female voice answered from the other end of the line, "But I am not allowed to give any information over the phone…but if you want to come in later you are more than welcome."

Thanking the person on the line he placed his head in his hands after he hung up. Why was it so hard for him to see her like that? It wasn't like he hasn't seen it before. He did own a club after all…his bouncers and employees were always on the lookout for any illegal behavior. It was the only way for Jackson to even consider letting him open a club. If he promised there was no underage drinking and/or drug use or selling was going on. Even though Holt never even thought about that being a problem, he was more than done with that part of his life. Even if he did still have a cigarette every now and again…but that was harder to quit and Jackson understood that. Jackson himself tried smoking a few years ago leaving a Holt a very confused and disgusted message on how he could ever smoke. Holt chuckled as he remember that day…he was in shock that he even tried, but hey when you get stressed out you do stupid things.

Now with Clair in their life…well more Jackson's the Holt's but still she was there. It was easier to go a day without smoking when he could vent all his stress to her. Thinking of Clair he should really apologize to her. That has sadly been happening a lot lately. Holt doesn't know if it really his emotions pissing him off or Jackson's stress that made Holt a little more moody than normal. Turning around in his chair to over look all the people and monsters dancing together, he saw a familiar looking normie moving through the crowd. Her black hair shined out as he pushed her way towards the steps to his office. 'Oh shit…" Holt thought when she had a few words with Holt's door bouncer making him sink under her angry words opening the door for her to head up. He heard her stomping up the stairs as Holt seriously thought about jumping out the two way mirror.

"Holt Hyde how dare you steal Jackson's car!" She yelled slamming her hands on his desk. "I don't care how mad he makes you, but you don't do that shit!"

Holt smiled closing his eyes for a moment before turning around in his chair giving Clair his signature smile causing her to glare at him. "Ah Clair…it is nice of you to show up here."

"Oh don't you dare!" She said folding her arms, "You will give me the keys to Jackson's car so I can leave."

Holt pouted a little making Clair roll her eyes. She knew this wasn't going to be easy, "Now if you please."

"Sweet heart…the car is mine as well…I mean Jackson and I are the same dude." Holt leaned back in his chair.

"No…you are Holt Hyde and you share a body with Jackson Jekyll, but you are two different people," She placed her hand on her hip, "Anyways Jackson bought that car with his money!"

Holt laughed a little turning back around, "You should tell that to the asylum people, they swear up and down we will end up there one day."

Clair stomped her foot walking around to face him, "Don't try to avoid me like you always do. Give me the keys and I will be on my way."

Holt just grinned at her making her shake with anger. As much as she wanted to slap Holt sometimes, but she knew this wouldn't be a good time to test Holt's anger and the patience he never had. It was never like he would ever truly hurt her, Jackson would never forgive Holt or himself…but there was still the chance when he got to mad and they all knew that.

"Sweet heart… I know as badly as you want to slap the piss out of me, but I think I have other business to deal with before I can help you with yours." Holt pointed to the stairs as one of his bouncers moved towards with two young men over to the stairs leading them up to his office. Clair stepped back and took her seat in the corner glaring darkly at Holt who just turned around laughing waiting for them to walk in.

"Mr. Hyde I saw these young men trying to sell drugs to a monster." The bouncer said setting the boys roughly in the chairs.

"Well I can't have that now can I?" Holt said sweetly motioning the monster bouncer search the normies in front of him.

"Hey man, get off me!" The oldest looking one yelled trying to squirm away from the large monster.

Holt leaned forward watching as his bouncer fought with the teenager. Chuckling a little he grabbed an air horn blowing it making the teenagers jump and look at him in shock. The bouncer was able to grab the drugs while the oldest was focused on Holt.

"Here you go sir." The bouncer said as he handed what he found to Holt backing away to the door.

"So what now? You going to call the cops on us?" The oldest taunted, his brown eyes sparkling with anger as Holt looked it over what he found rising an eyebrow at them laughing.

"Do you really think it is smart to taunt me right now?" Holt asked watching as the oldest looked like he could attack Holt, but he sat back in his chair glaring towards Clair. "Well you do have a brain," Holt said chuckling watching the youngest look anywhere but Holt. "It's a start…but if I may ask how old are you both?" The boys both shifted nervously as the oldest turned his death glare back to Holt, "None of your damn business!"

Laughing Holt leaned back in his chair, "My, my someone has a temper…do you really want to test me kid?" He asked in a deadly tone making the boy sink back.

"I am sixteen…" The blonde said in a whisper making Holt turn his attention to him.

"Sixteen huh?" He asked softening his tone, "and you are selling drugs in night clubs?"

"No we are not!" The brunette growled looking at the blonde, "We were being set up!"

The blonde boy looked at his shoes. Holt wasn't born yesterday…he knew the brunette was lying… "Let's make an agreement…you don't lie to me and I won't lie to you." Holt said watching the brunette's face as he thought over what he said.

"We never lied." He said giving Holt a blank look.

"Oh you are a treat!" Holt laughing making the boy glares at him.

"You have no right to hold us here!"

"Yeah, I kinda do," Holt said placing his feet on his desk, "I mean if I call the cops now…they would arrest you both…ending your lives as you know it…see I know drugs." He looked over the ones they had again scowling at it. "They will seem like a great thing at first, but trust me it will never end in your favor."

"How the hell do you know?" The brunette yelled getting up; Holt put his hand up as the bouncer started to walk over stopping him. The boy continued to yell, "You don't know our life! What it is like to live like we do! My brother and I have nothing NOTHING!"

Holt listened a little before interrupting, "Oh trust me kid…you have no idea how hard a life can be…you are what eighteen?" He asked as the boy just stood there breathing heavily.

"Seventeen," He growled, "but what does it matter?"

"It matters…you are young enough to change your life," Holt said getting up moving around the desk to the stand in front of them. "Life is a wonderful thing…it may throw a lot of shit at you…but when you think you can't get any lower, life hits you again." He looks over at Clair who smiled a little, "But when you find something, or someone to live for…it makes the hard times seem like a distance memory." He leaned on his desk as the boys thought over what he said…even the brunette sat down, a little calmer.

Holt looked at the blonde, "What is your name? And yes I want your real one."

"Mickey," He answered softly.

"Are you in school?" Holt asked as the brunette glared at them both.

"Yeah…" He started to say then looked at his shoes playing with his fingers, "No…I am not."

Holt couldn't help but smile warmly at the young normie in front of him…he reminded him so much of someone…he couldn't place his tongue on it….but he will figure it out sooner or later, "and why aren't you in school?"

"It's none of your-" The brunette went to interpret as Holt placed his hand up silencing the boy.

"I am talkin' to your brother…now if you will wait I will get to you in a minute." Holt turned his attention back to Mickey, "Now why ain't you in school?"

"Our parents…they…well…" He held himself as his brother got up and held him.

"Our parents don't care about us…" The brunette said as he smoothed out his brother's hair. "We have to get money for food ourselves…there is no way to balance school and a job…and trying to stay alive."

Holt felt his heart sink when the boys said that. Even Clair gasped holding her hands to her mouth. He knew she wanted to say something…but she knew Holt's word in his club went…no matter what. Thinking over what he was told he came up with a good idea…or he at least hoped so. He might be good a reading people…but sometimes he was fooled just like everyone else. He will keep an eye on these boys for sure, especially the brunette. "Alright…I want you both to listen closely," Holt said as both boys looked at him, "I will not turn you into the cops tonight," The boys got really excited looking at each other before Holt raised his hand showing he wasn't done, "but you have two choices…You can leave, walk out of my club and never come back. I don't forget faces so I will know if you come back trying to sell. Plus my bouncers are good at remembering faces as well." Holt nodded to the one at the door who grinned evilly at the boys who turned back around quickly looking at the blue monster in front of them. "Now the other choice is…I will give you a job here cleaning up, you will stay in the cleaning closet most of the night…but I am always positive you will be busy cleaning up spills and other things. I will pay you and you can eat here for free when you work." The boys looked in shock at what Holt was offering, "But here is the deal, upon giving you this job…you have to promise me to go back to school. I know it might suck, but you will be working two nights Saturday and Friday nights. So you can focus on your studies. Anyway school is always a good start to a better life."

The blonde jumped up excitedly, "we will do whatever it takes to make a buck!"

His brother glared at him, "But what is the catch? We sell drugs for you?"

Holt chuckled, "Drugs aren't really my thing anymore, but cleanin' my club would be a good start."

The brunette didn't look convinced as his brother was practically jumping out of his skin. "I don't want to sell anymore!"

His brother grabbed his arm pulling him back in his seat whispering in his ear, "We don't know this guy!"

"We didn't know the guy we are selling for Percy! What makes a difference? At least this guy seems like he will help us!" Mickey growled back at his brother.

"I knew him!" Percy argued back as Mickey shook off his older brother.

"Well I didn't and I don't want to get arrested for something I wanted no part in!" He walked up to Holt who was grinning still leaning on his desk with his arms crossed.

"Are you lying to me?" He asked making Holt raise an eyebrow.

"The only way to find out is to take the job." Holt said as Mickey thought it over.

"I will take it!"

"Are you crazy Mickey?" Percy yelled as Mickey gave his brother a look as he stepped back surprised at the sudden anger from his younger brother.

"No I am not! Not anymore…I will go back to school…I want to be an engineer, so if this monster can help me get there. Then I will take it!"

Holt laughed, "That's the fighting spirit…You will come back here tomorrow night for your first shift." Holt told him as he smiled.

The boy was all smiles, "I will be here promise!"

Percy glared at both of them, "If he comes you can bet your ass I will be here… I am not leaving my little brother with a creep."

Holt gave Percy a fake offended look, "Oh that's a shot to the heart I haven't heard before."

He glared at Holt grabbing his brother's arm heading to the door. "Before you go…here is my number." He gave them each a card, "If I am not available and a Dr. Jekyll answers. Just tell him you want to talk to a Mr. Hyde and I will get back to you as soon as possible."

Mickey nodded looking over the car, "Can I call you anytime?" He asked slightly ashamed for asking.

Holt moved to the boy and placed his hand on his shoulder making the Percy glare daggers at him, "I will help in any way I can Mickey…just promise you will get rid of all the drugs cut off all ties with your supplier and you will be one big step closer to your dream."

He smiled shyly at Holt thanking him in a quiet voice as Percy pulled his brother down the steps as the bouncer followed them out. "That's a sweet side I never see much." Clair said making Holt jump forgetting she was here.

"Yeah…it is normally saved just for you." He said sarcastically as she pushed him a little.

"Oh please don't show that sweet side to the boys…you might scare them off!" She played along making Holt groan going back to his desk.

"So are you going to give the keys to me or will I have to fore them away from you?" She asked moving back the conversation as Holt laughed a little handing the keys to her. "Thank you!" She stated happily leaving Holt's keys to his red and black Ferrari on his desk as she turned to leave.

"Do you think I did the wrong thing in helping those boys?" He asked watching the dancers.

He could feel Clair watching him as she thought it over, "I guess we will have to wait and see."

"I hate waiting," Holt said more to himself then Clair.

"I know hun…I know." She left leaving Holt to sit and wonder what his future held. These boys can either break him or he could have done something right. Just like D.J. Lock Hope…he was going to go visit her after hours. Maybe he could talk some sense into that girl. He has known her for a couple of years. People is his area of expertise…he just wished he didn't feel so deeply about them.