Hello, everyone! Did ya miss me? I missed you~

So, yeah, sorry that I've been gone a while. I'm okay. Well, still alive, anyway. It's just kind of been chaotic. But no need to worry! I'm all good now!

As an apology, I guess you deserve more than one chapter, huh?

-giggles- well, enjoy!

Jack stood in front of his father's desk, arms crossed over his chest. Manny was on the phone, not acknowledging Jack's presence. It annoyed Jack. He always let his father work in peace, so shouldn't he realize that for Jack to interrupt, it had to be important?

When Jack had been standing there for at least twenty minutes, Jack grabbed the phone from Manny and hung it up. No doubt he'd pay hell for it later, but seriously, couldn't the man make time for his one and only son?

"Jack!" Manny shouted. "That was the president of the IMC corp! He was-"

"Dad!" Jack interrupted. "Listen to me."

"Jack, you know I have things to do," Manny sighed. "Wind will get you whatever you need."

He reached back for the phone, but Jack held it in place. Manny looked up and saw the seriousness in Jack's eyes. Apparently, this wasn't over some childish thing that Wind could take care of.

"Listen to me."

"Okay," Manny said. "If it's so important."

"Pitch isn't who you think he is, Dad," Jack said.

"Not this again," his father groaned. "You're not going back to school, Jack. Mary is a remarkable teacher. We're lucky Pitch found her."

"Have you ever seen her teach, Dad?" Jack questioned. "Trust me, nothing about her is remarkable."

"Jack..."

"She's a pawn," Jack said. "She keeps tabs on me when Pitch can't."

Manny coughed, and folded his hands together. This is something Pitch brought to his mind that he hadn't really been able to forget. Jack had begun to have these odd tells about the men in his life.

"Jack," he said awkwardly, "why are you so obsessed with Pitch?"

"I'm not!" Jack said. "Haven't you listened at all? It's him who's obsessed with me!"

"There was that friend of yours too..."

"Dad!"

"Are you questioning your sexuality, son?" Manny asked.

Jack groaned. "Seriously, Dad? We're going to do this?"

"It's serious," he answered. "I know you're a teenager and you want to... explore. But we're of a high standing. You can't be-"

"Well, I am, Dad," Jack sighed. "There, you happy? Now, back to the topic-"

"Pitch has told me about this therapist that-"

"Pitch is the same," Jack growled. "In fact, he's probably the reason I am!"

Manny paused for a moment. "Are you telling me... that Pitch... has...?"

"Dad," Jack whined, "can we not do this? Please?"

"You've imagined Pitch and you..."

"Am I even standing here right now?" Jack asked. "Can you see me at all?"

"You need serious help, son."

"This is not-"

"I'm calling that therapist right now."

"You'll do no such thing, Manny Moon!" Wind shouted, storming into the room. Both Manny and Jack looked to her in surprise. Had she been ease dropping? "Now for once in your life, shut up and listen to your son! Do you know how much he's had to go through by himself because you weren't there for him? You owe him!"

Manny blinked in surprise. But under Wind's glare, he coughed and straightened. Jack looked back to Wind and mouthed a thank you. She winked in response.

"Pitch isn't as innocent as he pretends to be," Jack repeated.

"I've known the man for years, Jack-"

"You haven't known him as well as I have," Jack said. "No one knows him as well as I do. He's sick and he's twisted. And for some reason, he's decided to show me exactly how sick and twisted he can be."

"He's not-"

"He controls me, Dad," Jack sighed. "Haven't you noticed at all? Every decision you make, he's behind. He's that little whisper in the back of your head that tells you wrong is right."

"Jack-"

"He's not who you think he is!" Jack repeated.

"Then exactly who is he, son?"