Jean felt good. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do since he had the day off but as long as he had his fix he didn't really care. He stood and looked outside his window, where the lights of the city below him, watching as people went on with their lives. Jean squinted as the rays of the rising sun stabbed his eyes. He walked into his room and grabbed a towel and some clothes before heading to the restroom to take a shower.

After the shower, Jean was sitting on the sofa thumbing through his fashion magazine when there was a knock on his door. Turning toward the door, he got up from his spot on the couch and checked the peep hole. He smiled and opened the door with his arms wide open, as if greeting an old friend.

"Kenny my man, how you doing?" A tall man with short black hair and a grizzled beard walked into Jean's apartment and stood by his couch.

"No time to chat, kid. I got places to be and people to see. Do you have the money?" Jean reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. Kenny grabbed it and headed back toward the door. Before he walked out he turned and tossed a plastic bag filled with two pill bottles toward Jean. "See ya kid and remember, you didn't get them from me." Jean waved bye to Kenny as he walked out the door.

/

Marco was making his way down the street and stopped outside a tall apartment building. He didn't know what Jean would say when he questioned him but he needed to find out if Jean was truly back to his old ways. He took a deep breath and mentally prepared himself for the confrontation that was coming. As he made his way into the apartment building, he passed a tall man with a beard and for a split second thought it was his Sergeant but quickly shoved that thought from his mind. There was no way that could be Levi. He made his way to the elevators and pressed the button to go up. Inside he pressed the one that would lead him to the top floor. He walked to Jean's apartment door and was about to knock when the door flew open.

Jean blinked then smiled. "Hey Marco, what brings you here?" Marco smiled and gestured toward the door, basically asking if he could come in to which Jean replied "Sure man, come on in." Jean lead the way to his couch where he sat and turned on his television. Marco took a seat at the other end of the couch, shifting nervously. He wasn't sure how he was going to do this but he needed to get it done. Marco reached over and grabbed the remote from Jean, turning off the television. Jean was about to say something when Marco cut him off.

"You're using again Jean, why?" Jeans eye's grew wide but then he immediately stood up, his anger coming from nowhere.

"I think it's time for you to go Marco." Jean reached for Marco to lead him to the door but Marco slugged Jean in the mouth, wincing as his knuckles connected with Jean's teeth. Jean fell to the floor, swearing under his breath. He rose up from the ground, his fists clenched, blood dripping from his mouth. Marco took a defensive stance and popped his knuckles.

"If you weren't taking those damn pills you would have seen that coming." Jean suddenly ran at Marco and wrapped his arms around his waist. Before Marco could react Jean picked him up and slammed him onto the floor. Jean straightened up, still sitting on Marco's chest. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of Marco's hair and then preceded to punch him in the face repeatedly.

"If you weren't such a weak piece of shit I wouldn't..." Jean felt a body tackle him to the floor. He looked up and swung at his new attacker. He pushed them off and stood, not believing his eyes. "Connie what the hell are you doing here?" Connie ran at Jean who simply stepped out of his way and tripped him. Jean was about to go at Connie when something wrapped around his legs. He looked down and rolled his eyes "Potato girl is here too, you have got to be kidding me." Jean kicked Sasha in the gut and then preceded to struggle with Connie's poor attempts at tackling him. Jean was about to throw Connie into his T.V when a voice stopped him.

"Jean don't! You're sick, let us help you!" Jean looked up at the owner of the voice and violently threw Connie to the floor.

"Armin don't tell me they're with you?" Armin nodded to Jean. "Thought so, I didn't want to..." Jeans eyes froze in fear. Behind Armin, the woman with icy blue eyes and golden hair was staring into Jean's soul. "Annie wa-" Annie ran and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling him down low enough to be able to knee Jean in the face. Sasha and Connie moved out of her way and she had Jean on the ground. She proceeded to put her knee to Jean's throat. Jean couldn't breathe and slowly everything went black.

Jean was in a dark room with no doors or windows. He remembered this room. He looked to his left and saw a younger version of himself running towards a car. The driver was stoned face as he drove away from his lover and child. Jean laughed at the memory, his mind always liked reminding him about the bastard that left. He couldn't remember how long it has been since he had been in this room. He assumed it was when he stopped taking T-pills for the first time. He did relapsed hard from what he could remember and it was then that he promised himself that he would never take another T-pill again. He laughed when he realized it had only been about three years since he quit the first time but now he couldn't even remember how many he took over the last month. Jean curled into a ball and started to laugh. He couldn't stop laughing. He knew how much of a piece of shit he was but he couldn't help but feel sorry for himself.

A bright light shined threw the darkness of the room. Jean held up his hand to block the light, the brightness of it stinging his eyes. He saw Marco, Connie, Sasha, Reiner, Bertolt, Annie, Armin, Mikasa and even Eren all standing in the light smiling at him. A hand reached down to Jean, he looked up and saw himself staring down at him smiling.

"Come on Jean-boy, you know you're not alone so quit acting like it." Jean looked up at his celestial self with tears in his eyes. He grabbed the hand and pulled himself up.

/

Erwin got up from his chair. He was going to wait in front of the holding cell until Jean woke up but it had already been two hours. As he was making his way towards the door he heard Jean mutter something. Erwin turned around to see Jean staring up at the ceiling from his cot. Without looking at Erwin, Jean spoke.

"Is everyone alright? Is Marco.." Erwin sat back down in the chair.

"He and everyone else is fine, but what about you Jean? How are you feeling?" Jean wiped his face with his hands.

"Like shit." Jean looked towards his Captain and noticed him staring at the floor. "I guess you want to know where I got the pills?" Erwin shook his head.

"I already know. I sent the Sergeant and Hange to...speak with him about who his supplier is. I sent Braun as well since he agreed to help with the procedure." Erwin ran a hand through his hair. " As of today you're on paid leave. I want you to take a week to go over things and get back on track. Bott will be assisting me for now." Erwin stood up and opened the cell. "I want you to see someone about this if you agree to it." Jean sat up and nodded his head.

"Of course, but who exactly?" Erwin handed Jean a card.

"An old friend of mine's wife is a therapist. Go and see her. Sort things out and come back healthy." Jean looked at the card. It had the name Doctor Dok with an address and phone number. Jean stood up and stretched. Erwin snapped his fingers and reached into his coat. "Jean I almost forgot, Marco dropped this off." Erwin handed Jean a get well soon card, in the card everyone had signed and scribbled a message. Jean smiled and ran a hand through his hair.

"Thank you sir, for everything." Erwin made his way out of the room raising his hand goodbye.

"Don't mention it Jean, now go home and sort yourself out." Jean looked down at the card Marco got him. He wasn't going to run anymore, he was gonna stand on his own two feet and face his problems head on.