A/N: A new streak is born; this is probably the quickest I've updated since before I started college -makes a :O face- Anyway, I just wanted to give some HUGE thanks to everyone who left a review last chapter and sent encouraging messages on tumblr! It really helped me! I'll really try my best to update more often, so please continue to regard me kindly -bows- I really thank y'all for the support.

Title for this chapter is after the song by Amanda Palmer, my favorite dark cabaret artist! :3

9th Arrangement: Runs in the Family

For the first seven years of his little brother's life, Jack remembered Oz to be a perfectly healthy boy. He ran around the fields, the grass nearly as tall as him in the summertime. He tried hard to get his mother to smile, especially during her moods, and Jack would look on with a sad smile. He asked to feel his sibling in his mother's tummy all the time when she said the baby was kicking.

Oz had been so normal and healthy. But then he started feeling feverish. Then came the nightmares and delusions. It never let up, and Jack worked hard to find a doctor to explain something. Oz started coughing up blood about a week before Ada was born, their mother passing. Countless bloody and sleepless nights followed.

But they got on their feet. Jack learned how to take care of his siblings. He got medicine for Oz, which seemed to help - for a time. His body would always build up an immunity sooner or later. And then Jack would have to find stronger, more expensive medicine.

Still, it had been a long while since Oz had coughed up blood. There were usually signs before it happened, but...

Jack had been blinded lately.

Be okay, please. Please, Oz. Oz! Jack dashed first to the room they had taken tea in, them up to his room - both were empty. He seized a wandered maid and pleaded for her breathlessly to tell him where his siblings were.

Another minute later, he burst into the room. One maid was holding a crying Ada, another on her knees beside Oz, who was on his hands and knees. A thick trail of blood was coming from his mouth and falling into a bucket the maid had.

Jack was so stunned he didn't notice Glen had appeared beside him. He spoke first, springing into action.

"How long has this been going on?" he asked.

The maid holding Ada was shaking. "About a few minutes. He'd been coughing so we led him to bed and changed him, but then..."

"Jack," sobbed Ada.

"Tend to your sister," Glen instructed, sweeping to Oz's side.

Jack stared at him, bewildered as he took Ada into his arms. "You're a healer, sire?" he asked in a whisper.

"Not professionally, but-" He was interrupted by Oz making retching sounds. More blood came out and Glen waved the maid away. "I'll take it from here. Please send for Lady Rainsworth immediately."

Both maids nodded and rushed out of the room. Their presence was quickly replaced with Charlotte nudging inside. "Wh-what is-?"

"Some privacy please!" Glen ordered.

Although clearly shocked, Charlotte looked from the king to Jack with wide eyes. Without a second thought, he handed Ada to her. "Please, just for a minute," he told her. She sighed, nodding.

"No!" Ada cried.

"Just for a minute, my sweet," he repeated, petting through her hair. "I have to stay with Oz. We'll see you soon. Don't you worry." He kissed her forehead before closing the door. In a second, he was at Glen's side.

"What can you do?"

"Nothing permanent," Glen said, trying to get Oz to his feet. "However, I can temporarily stop his symptoms." Jack helped him and together they settled Oz back onto the bed. He wasn't coughing anymore, but Jack knew another attack could start soon.

Glen raised a hand about two inches above Oz's forehead. He moved it slowly down Oz's body. "Oz, does it hurt anywhere in particular?"

Oz tried to smile. "Everywhere?" he said in a raspy voice.

After seeming to give a moment of consideration, Glen put his hand above Oz's heart. Jack watched as sparkling thin light radiated from his hand, down to Oz's chest. Almost immediately, Oz relaxed, his breathing returning to normal. Glen continued performing his magick for a few seconds more, and Oz's eyes got half-lidded like he was sleepy. Sure enough, with one relaxed breath, he closed his eyes, unconscious.

Jack blinked with wide eyes as Glen removed his hand and let out a sigh. "I gave him some healing magick straight to his heart. I thought it would be the easiest way for it to travel through his body. For now, he's asleep, and his pain has subsided."

Could he really believe that? Glen had taken seconds to do what medicine couldn't do Oz's whole life. It was almost like Oz hadn't even had a fit at all.

Jack let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, and slumped down at the end of Oz's bed. "Is he better then? Was that like some medicine?"

"Healing magick," Glen repeated. "It shouldn't be confused for medicine. What I did was only temporary and by no means a cure. When he wakes up, it's likely he might still feel unwell, but hopefully not as much as before. We'll have to wait until Lady Rainsworth gets here to get any definitive results."

Despite what Glen said, Jack was entirely grateful to him. After all, he'd been so helpless. He always was when Oz got sick. "Who's Lady Rainsworth? She sounds like a noblewoman."

"She is. She's a part of a dukedom just as Arthur is," Glen explained. He also took a seat on the bed, right beside Jack. How close he was wasn't lost on Jack, despite the situation. "The Rainsworths are wonderful healers. The royal physician was even trained by her."

"And...she knows magick?" Jack asked. He didn't know of anyone in Sablier who was a practitioner.

Glen tilted his head a bit, considering. "A bit. It's a different sort than mine. Whereas I can perform under most elements, the Rainsworths, as I said, specialize in healing. It's not especially flashy like mine, but extremely useful. It serves a lot better."

Jack wordlessly glanced over at Oz. "It doesn't matter how your magick is different. You helped my brother." He offered a smile to Glen.

Glen looked away. Somehow, Jack got the impression that he was embarrassed. "May I ask, what is it that's ailing him?"

Ah. That question. Jack had long since resigned himself to the dark mystery of it. "I don't know. Every time I have him checked, I'm told something new. The medicine I give him never lasts either."

"Do you have any with you?"

"No. I was just going to get some more."

Glen nodded. "That's fine. Lady Rainsworth is the best at what she does. She'll surely figure out what it is."

Jack had no idea about Lady Rainsworth, but if Glen spoke of her so highly, then he had little cause to disagree. If there was any way that she could help Oz, then Jack would listen. Understanding, he nodded.

It had taken quite some time to console Ada. Oz had woken up a little over an hour after Glen had tended to him, and both Ada and Jack came to his bedside to see him. At first, Jack thought against it since his siblings were fragile at the time, but he decided that was all the more reason for them to see each other.

Oz cheered Ada up as best as he could, cracking jokes like his throat wasn't raw and his eyes red and watery. He looked awful. But Jack encouraged Ada to smile too, going along with Oz's antics. In time, she seemed to feel better.

A reply came from Lady Rainsworth after dinner. She would be at the castle first thing in the morning. Glen declared that Oz should be put at strict bedrest until then.

"You should stay with him tonight," Glen said. "If there's anything you need at all, please send for me."

Jack didn't need telling twice. After the exhausting events of the day, he took the second bed in the room, Ada snuggling up beside him. Both of his siblings were fast asleep, but Jack, though his body was tired, couldn't drift off.

He sighed, opening his eyes. They felt dry from sleepiness and he rubbed at them. For a few minutes, he did nothing, wasting the seconds with only silence and staring up at the ceiling. Thoughts of Oz and Ada were at the forefront of his mind of course. He wondered more about Lady Rainsworth, and about Glen and how he helped Oz.

He went off on that route of thinking, pondering magick and how one went about learning it. Glen had mentioned different kinds, but what contituted as that? What other kinds were there? Surely not all was good - Glen could conjure fire after all. Was there bad magick?

Did Abyss use bad magick?

Whatever possessed him to think that, Jack wasn't sure. He supposed he really was taking everything seriously now. In the quiet hours of the night, Jack's mind suddenly became still with the gravity of how real everything was.

The rustle of sheets made him look over at Oz's bed. He was shifting like he was uncomfortable, a deep frown on his face. Jack never saw that expression when Oz was awake, but when he was asleep...

"No... No, stop. It's mine, no... This is...mine..."

It must be nightmares again. They came with every fit. Jack closed his eyes, turning himself away from the painful sight and hoped that the sun would hurry up and rise.

Lady Rainsworth was not at all what Jack expected. To be frank, he had expected someone whose age matched the experience she was praised of having. He did not expect a child scarcely Oz's age. She wore relatively modest attire for someone of her status, her long chestnut hair wrapped back with a lacy bow.

Her eyes though - Jack could not deny their kindness, neither the gleam of someone beyond her years. Was this young girl truly Lady Rainsworth?

Apparently she was not. She curtsied before Glen then handed him a small piece of rolled parchment. "I came as soon as I was able," she said, folding her hands neatly over themselves. "Unfortunately, due to her own illness, Grandmother could not come by in person. We both insist that I'm capable of attending to your needs, Your Majesty."

Jack glanced over at Glen, who read over the parchment, and then to Oz. He was awake and cleaned up, but it just seemed to make his dry lips and dull eyes more apparent. Despite his appearance, Oz still had that playful energy around him. He also noticed the admiring gaze he had on the young Rainsworth. When Oz caught Jack's eye, he smiled but Jack only shook his head, smiling too.

"Very well." Glen rolled the parchment back up. "Please assist how you can. You patient is this young man here. Oz, Jack, this is Lady Rainsworth's granddaughter."

The girl gave a nod in their direction. "I'm Sharon Rainsworth. If I may note, I don't believe I've ever seen either of you before?"

"Jack and his siblings are my guests. He," Glen looked over at Jack, "is helping me on a very important matter."

Jack gave a little nod of his own when Sharon turned her attention to him. "Um, I'm sure this will be a rude question, but for curiosity's sake, how old are you?"

The smile Sharon gave him held a secret. "You're right, it is rude. You don't have to worry. My grandmother has trained me well." She rolled up her draping sleeves a bit, going over to Oz's side. "Good morning, Oz. How are you faring this morning?"

"Much better with your presence, my lady," Oz said with a flirtatious grin.

Either ignoring his comment or taking it in stride, Sharon asked, "How long have you been sick?"

"If it's a history you want, we can't tell you much of anything," Jack interjected. "Oz has been sickly since he was young, and well, nothing seems to help."

"Hmm." Sharon tapped her chin, gazing down at Oz like she was examining him with just her eyes. Finally, she turned to the other two men. "If I might have my bag, please. I want to begin examinations right away. I will send a maid when I'm done."

It was their invitation to leave the room. After catching Glen's nod, Jack followed suit. He gave Oz one last look before closing the door behind them and heaving out a huge breath.

Some footsteps approached them, and soon Gilbert stood there, a weary expression on his face. Jack didn't say anything, but Gilbert looked to Glen. "How is the guest?" he asked.

While Jack was surprised Gilbert even cared, Glen replied, "Fine for now. Sharon Rainsworth is checking up on him."

"Sharon?" Gilbert seemed to be familiar with the name. By his tone, Jack wondered if he was just as surprised to have a young girl professionally tend to Oz.

"Yes. We're hoping to hear news soon."

"I see." Gilbert's brows relaxed from their frown. Had he actually been worried about Oz? Jack made a mental note to speak with Gilbert later.

Glen started walking, and of course the other two began to follow. Expecting that, Glen asked, "And you, Gilbert? I'm sure you've had time to look over the notes I gave you pertaining to the meeting with Arthur Barma?"

"I have." Gilbert's voice was carefully taut. Apparently he still carried deep feelings about what happened yesterday, but he wasn't going to bring them up. "At the moment, I don't have a definite way to go about using it. If...this is true, then there are no footprints to follow. It's been eighteen years; the trail is gone and cold."

"Maybe here they are, but elsewhere we might pick up something."

Gilbert bowed his head, but not out of respect. "Of course. If I may be excused, sire?"

"You may." Glen waved him off and Gilbert turned to head in the opposite direction. That left Jack with Glen once more. He hadn't the chance to be alone with him since before they received the news about Oz.

Dangerous, he remembered thinking before they had been interrupted. He had gotten too close to Glen. And Glen...had allowed him to. Had he realized what Jack had been about to do? If he had, why hadn't he stopped Jack? Was he going to let it happen? Jack told himself that Glen couldn't be that naive to /not/ notice it.

Dangerous.

Glen patted his shoulder, stopping Jack in his tracks. "I have a few things to tend to. Oz will be fine with Sharon, so for now, you have the time to yourself. But I'll see you later in the evening to check up."

"Oh." Jack blinked. He had spent so much time with Glen that he nearly forgot that Glen had other duties to attend to. Lately, it was all about saving Lacie and then Abyss and Jack being lost in his thoughts. Of course Glen had to keep moving forward no matter what.

Nodding, Jack watched him go. He wondered what he should do with his free time. He never really had a lot of that before. His days used to consist of the cabaret and then passing out at home. What little free time he did have was filled up with playing with his siblings. At the moment though, Ada was napping in another room.

After coming to a decision, he wandered around the castle. Within half an hour he found Charlotte sitting back in one room. A tray of tea and an open book were before her. Her eyes were down at the book's pages, but she didn't seem to be actually reading. She actually looked tired.

With a sigh, she called out to him. "Don't just stand there, are you coming in or not?"

"Ah well, you just seemed so engrossed in your book there," Jack said. He came in and took a chair right beside her. Since there was another empty cup, he helped himself to some tea. Charlotte didn't complain, but gave him a sharp look. "You look tired."

"I'm not." Charlotte sat up straighter as she said it.

Jack refilled her cup and started putting in spoonfuls of sugar. She tsked, taking her cup out of his reach.

"Not so much. Do you want my veins clogged with sugar?"

Jack raised his brows, amused. "Do you not like your tea sweet?"

"Its sweet enough." She dipped her spoon in and started stirring. The civility made Jack pause - Charlotte was acting the most tame he'd ever seen her. If he didn't know better, he'd almost say she was relaxed, even with her tired eyes.

He nodded toward the book. "What's that?"

"A book," she snapped, clanking her spoon on the cup's rim. "Your friend left it behind. I went back into the room after you and King Glen left and saw it."

From what he could see, the book wasn't written in a different language. Had Charlotte been reading it seriously? One glance at at her told her she had. Jack grinned. "Are you doing research?"

Cheeks turning pink, Charlotte said without looking at him, "I'm one of the people King Glen trusts most in the world, so naturally I want to do everything I can."

Jack leaned in as if to get a look at the book too. "And what are you hoping to find?"

With a huff, she pushed him away. "Anything that can help, of course! Which is what is supposed to be your job!"

"I thought thief was my title, not researcher," Jack said with a forced laugh.

Charlotte wasn't completely convinced. "Regardless! Anyway, this whole situation just feels so...over my head." Her voice quieted down as she said it. "And so I just want to understand it. King Glen is an honest, good man. He's so wonderful, and yet the support now isn't enough to find Princess Lacie. We have to try harder. I want him to know that we all want the same thing, and will stand by him no matter what. It's our duty, after all!"

Surprised by the passion, Jack was momentarily at a loss for words. Well, even if he had known Glen for far less time, he could understand Charlotte's words. Jack wanted to help too. He just wasn't sure how.

"I think it's more than your duty," Jack said. He took a thoughtful sip from his tea. Putting the cup down, he caught her eye. "That is, it's obvious you and everyone really care about Glen."

"King Glen. Show some respect," Charlotte said, shuffling through the pages in an almost embarrassed manner. "I don't expect you to understand any of that anyway. You don't care."

"You wound me, my fair lady."

"Oh just shut your mouth already." She shot him a glare and flipped through more pages. When she found a passage to her liking, she started reading again, wholly ignoring Jack.

The playful demeanor he'd projected chipped away at her words. Doubtless, Charlotte was fearless and dutiful at her job. But what made her a perfect knight was her dedication and care toward Glen. They might be worlds away, but Jack could speculate on the serious depth of that kind of bond. He had never had one, but it didn't mean he didn't know why Charlotte acted the way she did.

He swirled the light-colored liquid in his cup. "I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have bantered like that. I know your feelings toward him are serious. But, I just want you to know that I'm serious too. I wish that he could have what he wanted."

"Do you?" Charlotte asked it with narrowed eyes.

"I do." Jack answered without hesitation. Of course, it was easy to wish that someone else could have what they wanted, especially when he was so powerless to actually make it a reality. It didn't make his words any less true. And he hoped that he could convey that to Charlotte.

She searched his eyes, trying to find the lie the sneaky thief had. But her brows furrowed, and she tsked again. "I can't wait until you leave. You're infuriating."

Jack picked up to her anger in his usual way, sensing her - albeit reluctant - acceptance. "My dear," he said with a laugh, "you really must let me do something about that unladylike disposition of yours."

With a roll of her eyes, she returned to reading. "I'd never even let you touch me."

"But you'd let someone else?"

Charlotte didn't even try to pretend she didn't know what he was talking about. "I am just a knight."

"The best he has." Jack felt his grin waver a little as he realized he was comforting her feelings. He was so good at encouraging feelings connected to desire - he did it day in and day out. But Jack's tongue froze, not wishing to say more to fan those fires of affection inside Charlotte.

He stayed silent, even as he knew his silence only protected his own flames. Rather than in his lower body however, it was a painful fire that heated up his chest. And Jack knew perfectly why it hurt.

"And you?" Charlotte asked.

Jack panicked. Had something in his expression given him away? But she was looking at him with a mocking gleam - she wasn't being serious.

He remained quiet, feeling so dirty for almost kissing Glen yesterday. What kind of taint would his touch bring? Jack didn't want to even touch Glen with his filthy hands, so different from the raven-haired man's. Jack was planes below the man Charlotte and the kingdom knew to be so wonderful.

Lowly, he said, "I'm just Jack." And that was that.

They continued their tea in silence. Jack got lost in turning over his new thoughts, and Charlotte read. The clink of their cups and the turn of pages were the only sound in the room. It was the most calm interaction they ever had.

A maid came down into the room at an hour later. "Um, excuse me?"

Both Charlotte and Jack looked up.

"I'm sorry for interrupting, but Sharon Rainsworth is done with her examinations, if you would like to come and see your brother."

"Oh yes, I'll be right there."

Charlotte pulled him back before he could get too far. "Don't think you're off the hook. Fang and I are still keeping our eyes on you."

Jack smiled. "Well, I get lonely rather easily, so do return when you can." He ruffled her hair, earning him a slap on the hand and glare, and went back to Oz's room.

Glen still had to have been busy; Sharon was the only one in the room save for his brother when Jack arrived. The bag Sharon had mentioned before was open on the bed, and she was placing items in jars back inside it.

"Just remember what I told you, Mister Oz," Sharon said, closing her bag.

"I'd never forget something you've asked of me," Oz said with a grin. The examination muat've gone well if Oz was still able to flirt without effort.

Sharon giggled, the sound soft and polite as she nodded and went over to where Jack stood at the door. Her small hand patted at his arm. "If I might speak with you?"

Jack nodded, following her out of the room and further down the hallway. Anxious, he asked, "Did it go well? That is, did you figure out how to help him?"

"Yes, for now." Sharon stopped in front of a window and glanced out to the sunny day. "I can say I do understand why others were so uncertain about his illness."

"Is it bad?" Jack said, leaning down so his low voice could reach her. If it was, he'd rather her be forward with it.

She seemed to weigh her words in a way that was beyond her years. Jack would've liked to see what she'd been like during the examinations. Finally, she countered his question with one of her own. Her eyes, previously kind, were now slightly narrowed in accusation. "What has he done?"

The ominous clouding of her expression took Jack aback. "Done?" Did she think something Oz did caused his illness? He pried apart his memories as deeply as they would go, conjuring up Oz's seven-year-old form. After a few moments, he shook his head. "I can't think of anything that would've caused this."

"Nothing?" Sharon insisted. "He never talked to any strangers, exposed himself to something?"

Her words put Jack on edge. "I have a feeling you're having suspicions very different from mine. How am I supposed to know what caused him to get like this? If I knew, he wouldn't still be sick."

Sharon relaxed her expression, but now she looked worried. "You would know." She placed her hands over themselves again. "I've made Oz a potion that will help for the time being. Unfortunately, I can't come up with a definite cause myself, but...it feels bad. Oz's body is definitely resisting something other than a natural sickness. It's like..." She pressed her fingertips to her cheek, looking out the window for purchase.

"Oz isn't just sick?" Jack asked. At Sharon's all but affirming silence, he pressed on. "Wait, then what's wrong with him?"

"I don't know," Sharon said helplessly. "My grandmother might were she in the condition to see your brother, but as the situation is what it is... But Oz feels like he has some horrible curse placed on him. He...radiated this sort of dark magick. It wasn't his own though, it was placed within him."

Jack tried to follow her words. After the events of the past few days, he should've been able to grasp the concept of magick better. But putting Oz in a situation of magick - bad magick - what did that mean?

"You can't do anything?"

Sharon shook her head. "I'm sorry. I can't completely undo it. The origin of the curse has to be destroyed first. Or if there were conditions, then Oz would have to fulfill them," she explained. "While I can't cure him, the potion should help."

Temporarily, Jack thought. Just like every other medicine Oz had ever taken. He nodded, pressing his back to the wall. "Alright. Thank you, for your help and for coming by."

Her hand brushed against his arm again. "I'm a healer so my magick is probably the least efficient right now, but there are ways." She squeezed. "Oz will be okay."

"For how long though?" Jack asked before biting his lip. Exhaling, he shook his head and put on a smile. "I'm sorry. You really have done so much. Truly, we are indebted to you." He took her hand and pressed his lips to it.

She hummed. "If there's anything I can do, please have His Majesty send for me. I know having my grandmother would've been preferable..."

"No, don't say that. I trust the King, and the reputation of the Rainsworths." He patted her hand, trying to get her to smile with his own.

It worked. Nodding, Sharon patted his hand too. "Tell King Glen that the Rainsworths give him our regards." Her stare lingered, like she wanted to say more, but she turned and started walking off.

Jack called out to her. "Ah wait, young miss, would you like an escort?"

"I have someone waiting for me. You need not trouble yourself." She waved, and once she turned the corner, she disappeared.

Later that day, as Oz was confined to more bed rest, Jack sought out Charlotte again. He caught her in the same room just as she was leaving, complaining about sitting all day and needing to go out for some exercise. She offered little protest when he asked for the book, and actually was smug as she handed it over.

"Finally doing your job?" she sneered.

"All work and no play makes dear Miss Charlotte a very unhappy girl," Jack returned, tapping the point of her nose. He received his second smack of the day.

Ada played on the floor before him. They were in the room next to Oz's, leaving him his space to get his rest - it seemed the potion Sharon had given him made him weary despite all his best efforts to stay awake. Ada was calm now, playing with some dollies the maids had gotten out under Glen's suggestion. It didn't have to be said for Jack to know - the toys had once been Princess Lacie's.

As Ada played, he sat down on the bed and started flipping through the pages. It wasn't generally about Abyss or fairytales as he thought. True, what he skimmed were excerpts of legends, but the book was more occult than he imagined.

Jack searched for anything useful, but nothing looked related to what they were dealing with. He checked the index and then opened straight to the page that talked about Abyss. It was a page obviously opened often, after both Arthur and Charlotte pouring over it. Unlined sentences and circled words littered the passage, most likely Arthur's doing.

Jack examined the notes, finding nothing that made sense to him. The passage had a summary of the fairytale stemmed from Abyss' being, and talked about the twins as well. There was speculation about the possessions, with one recording of an incident believed to be because of Abyss possessing the victim.

A shudder ran down Jack's spine as he read. He could imagine something that dark and mysterious taking seige over his body. Not being in control, becoming someone else completely...

It wasn't exactly the bedtime story Jack wanted. Maybe he should play with Ada, since he had the opportunity.

When he started to close the book however, an image caught his eye. It nestled at the corner of the page, right above what Jack assumed to be a depiction of Pandora's Box. Right above it was a strange mark, like some insignia. Jack blinked once, twice, wondering if he was going mad. But there was no mistake.

A knock sounded, and Jack's breath left him in a rush as Ada hopped up to answer it. He heard the dark velvet of Glen's voice, and Ada's chirpy laughter, but his mind could only truly focus on the book.

Glen's shadow slid over the pages. "Oh? Is that something Arthur lent you?"

"He left it on accident, I think," Jack managed to say. "Say...sire, this symbol, do you recognize it at all?"

"Hmm?" Glen looked to where Jack pointed, furrowing his brows in thought. "I haven't seen it before. Why do you ask?"

Jack took in the thick curves and diamonds scattered around a circle, like the symbol was an abstract clock. Before he got up, he made sure Ada was back to playing. Then, he shifted in front of Glen and tucked his thumbs beneath his trousers.

"I know it," he murmured, looking up into that violet gaze. "I know it, Glen. Because it's inked in my skin." He pulled his clothing down and spread one of his legs to expose the tattoo on his inner right thigh.

Glen's eyes widened, glancing from the book's image to the one on Jack's thigh. Jack didn't need to look again - he'd had the tattoo for years and knew its design well. There was no mistake, and Glen could see it too.

"What is this?" he asked in a whisper. It was the first time Jack had heard him with such a tone of wonder and confusion.

A small shiver ran down his deprived body when Glen traced the tattoo, as if memorizing its form. He shook his head. "I don't know. I've had it for a long time after...an incident. I blacked out and when I woke up, this was on my body."

An awed exhale left Glen, tickling Jack's collar with how close he was. He knew how they must've looked, Glen leaning over him, between his knees... Jack thought back to yesterday and pulled his pants back up.

"We need to get Arthur back here."

Ending A/N: I feel under the weather lately, so if I missed anything in the middle of editing, please forgive me ;n; Count on some heavy Glen/Jack (FINALLY) next time! Pray for our poor Vessalius boys! Until next time, which will hopefully be soon! -waves-