As mark waits outside Sean's door with a bag of food like he had promised. He turned his back to the large men in black attire. A bit nervous he walked into the room, file in the other hand as he closed the door. "Sean, we are going to Ireland." Mark rips it off like a bandaid handing him the sack of food. Sean looked up a bit confused. "Uh, why? Did I do something?" He asked a bit concerned as mark sits at the end of the bed. "No, its just. Jason has other men working with him and we need to keep you safe. I'm going with. But I need you to know that they've changed your name as well." Sean grumbled and looked at the file. "My name is jack? Why?" He looked a bit unamused by this but could care less. He just wished he didn't have to leave so soon. "It'll be all better once we get on that plane and I can explain more." Sean nods and gets out of bed. Mark holding up the bag of clothing. Sean slowly taking it. He pulled on black skinny jeans, a green v neck with grey stripes and a grey jacket. He looked down at the floor as he sits on the bed, puling on sneakers. He looked depressed, hopefully this cabin in Ireland would help. "You aright sean?" Mark asked and looked at him. Sean just nodding. He stands up but winced, falling forward as mark catches him. Sean was frustrated, violated, hurt and just wanted to cry. He gripped marks long black sleeves tightly and begins to cry. Mark sits down on the floor. Holding the emotionally worn out Sean in his arms. Combing his fingers through his hair. "Everything will be alright Sean. I promise." Sean nods and warm tears stain marks shirt. "I know. But it feels like everything is broken." He says and hides his face in marks neck.
In the plane mark looked over at sean a few times and smiled. "So jack, anywhere you'd like to really visit in life before you die?" He asked and twiddles his thumbs. "Ive always wanted to go to south america." He said and looked up. "But I'm Irish. So. I'd die in the sun." Mark chuckled and nods. "True that." The plane lands after a few hours and they get off heading to a black truck. After a few more hours of driving. They reach their destination. The cabin. Mark helps jack inside and laid him against the bed before grabbing everything else. He sets around ten bags down and looked up at the farmer who'd be helping them. He looked back over at jacks door. "Thank you for your help. but we're good for right now." The farmer nods and leaves. Now leaving mark and jack alone. Mark heads to jacks room and sees him fast asleep. Curled up in bed with the green banket mark gave him at the hospital. He turns on the heat and closed the door, heading down the hall to his own room.
Around four am jack let's out a blood curdling scream. Mark sits up and grabbed his gun running to the others room, kicking the door open. Jack sitting in bed with the blanket drapped over his knees. he takes in deep breaths and tried to apologize. "I didn't mean to. I just. I was. I had a bad dream." He trailed off and looked down mark sitting next to him. "It's OK,I get them too." Jack nods and rubs the back of his hand against his nose to whipe away a bit of snot. "Yeah, I'm sorry." Jack said and laid back down, Mark crawling under the sheets with him. Mark trailed his hand over jacks cheeks and dragged him thumb against jacks chin. Jack looked up at him with his bright blue eyes and slowly let them relax as he placed a small warm kiss against marks lips.
