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Jack smiled slightly as he was lent forward, passionately and deeply kissing Ryan, his arms round the boy's neck, his hands gently moving across Ryan's cheeks then curling tightly into the brown spikes of hair as he lent his head back, gasping as he could feel Ryan's lips hungrily moving and sucking on his neck intently. Jack was still in his boxers but he didn't care at that moment. It was like he was pulled back and there was something else there inside of his head. Like something else was driving him on, as though he was a passenger in his own body, letting this happen while his mind purred and whispered to him.
You're finally doing something right little boy. His voice cackled coldly back at him in his head.

His eyes flew open at that, no longer focused in the dwelling and the deep of his feelings, letting his only reality be the quilt of the bed beneath him, or the feeling of Ryan's lips as his warm breath caressed Jack's skin tenderly. The way that Ryan's hands were slammed onto the bed either side of Jack's head, making the smaller boy's heart race incredibly fast when he felt teeth slowly scratch across his skin, leaving deep marks as it did, but just making Jack gasp out all the more as the adrenaline coursed through his body as a fire.

The piercing pain in his head was overwhelmed by the pleasure of having Ryan so close to him. To have the boy on top of his, so possessively and tenderly kissing him. It was like a drug. Even with the horrifying feeling of Jack not being in control of his body, feeling as though he was a puppet on the strings to the will of something else, he didn't care. This felt right. This just felt so right. The fact that it was Ryan. The fact that it was them two. Oh god did it feel right that it was them two!

"You know, comic con is in a few months." Ryan whispered, leaning his lips against Jack's ear. His breath tingling the boy nerves and making Jack beam though he didn't know why as his eyes half lidded.
"Oh really?" The red and black haired boy wonder, his eyes sparkling. "I'll have to find something to wear for the occasion."
"It will be one hell of a way to spend valentines day." Ryan agreed quietly. "But I'm not dressing up."
"Yes you are."
"Oh really?" Ryan rose an eyebrow and pulled back slightly as he looked deeply into Jack's eyes, seeing confidence sparkle in those blue orbs. It was the first time Ryan had seen it in a long while, that sparkle, that familiar sparkle which he had longed for over the two years that the two had been apart. That confidence that Jack wore like no one else could! That amazing presence the boy had about him. It made Ryan so happy in that moment to see it, even a glimmer of it, alive in the boy's face once again.

This is how it should have always been between them. This is how they should have always been. Ryan and his Princess. Ryan and the only other person he had felt that he would want to protect from the horrid world and all it's games. That's what he would do. He had been patient. More than patient and that had payed off. Jack was back where he belonged. Though both of them would need to sit down and talk about just exactly what it was that they both wanted. Where it was that both of them stood.

After all, barely a week ago, Jack had been in a coma, his life now a blank canvas from amnesia. Ryan knew that the boy was barely stable which is why with each kiss that he now place, he always made sure to go slow and careful. Always making sure that Jack wanted it before he made the move. This was a delicate game, a game of Jack trusting Ryan and Ryan trusting him. Both having elements which were fragile variables. The fact that Ryan was the dangerous key to all of Jack's past at that moment. The key which could destroy the boy if Ryan moved too fast, and Jack, the boy so lost, so alone in that time that he barely even recognized how to trust someone any more. An easy way for the boy's fragile mind to make him slip into some panic shoulder Ryan do anything too hasty.
"So... I think I'm gay." Jack said suddenly and Ryan burst out into laughter.

It was the way the boy had just said it so casually.

"What gave it away." Ryan smirked, leaning forward and placing a kiss to the boy's lips, their teeth clashing, their tongues curling around each other, tasting one another, holding each other as close as they could.
"Oh I don't know... just a hunch that I've been having." Jack laughed quietly. "Now where was we?"
"You assumed that I would actually dress up in some ridiculous costume."
"Oh." Jack nodded, with certainty, leaning his head back against the quilt and running his fingers through the material before letting his hand come and rest against his forehead, his palm facing up as he held his fringe clear of his eyes. "Yes you will be."
"Uh huh? And just exactly pray do tell, will you be actually able to get me into that costume-"

Ryan fell silent and felt himself blush incredibly bright as Jack wound his arm around the boy's neck and pulled his head down so there was barely an inch between their lips. If either moved then they would be kissing. But Jack's eyes were half lidded as he wound his bare leg around Ryan's waist. "Oh... I think I can imagine a way or two of making you agree." He smirked, watching Ryan's face nearly glow pink with embarrassment.
"Uh-Jack- Heh- I'm- you're- We-huh." The brunette stammered, caught tongue tied.
"Checkmate. Hope you can keep it down." Jack whispered, launching off the bed to close the curtains to the room, before leaping back under Ryan and pulling the boy down for a heated kiss as his legs wound tightly around the boy's waist.

Down stairs however, Mike sat at his desk rubbing his forehead as he stared at the file paper directly in front of him. A large and loud bang from upstairs had him glancing out the office doors to the stairway for a minute with a small frown, but he guessed maybe it was just one of the kids screwing around.

He didn't realize that A) It wasn't just one kid, but Jack and Ryan... and also B) How bloody right he was about the screwing part, if not in the sense that he thought.

May-Li was sat tapping her fingers on the desk, just as deep in thought as Mike seemed to be at that moment. Both were dressed in their smart and formal for the meeting that they were having.

The last two years had been hard on Mike, to have to watch one of the kids he loved and cared about so much go through something so completely horrible. He had been nothing short of incredibly proud of Ryan in all that the sixteen year old had done. His eyes were weighed down with the pain of having to watch Ryan suffer for those two long grueling years. From having to see the moments when the hospital said it may be better for Ryan to give up hope of Jack ever waking up.

Mike had never been more proud when he had seen Ryan tell that doctor what he could go and do to himself.

But the situation he was presently stuck in was enough to bring his thoughts back as he looked between the two in front of him.

On the left sat a young woman. Her once familiar dark hair glistened with a light brow shine though the dark, electric blue streak in it was as defiant as ever. Mike had expected the girl to wear some black jeans and a blue leather jacket that Mike had once upon a time never seen the girl without, but right now she was dressed in some neat black business suit trousers which fit her snugly, she wore a button up suit jacket and a smart white shirt underneath with an electric blue tie. Her cold blue eyes were harsh as they glared over to the woman next to her, while the young woman herself seemed to be making as much effort as she could to make herself look presentable. Mike had never thought he'd ever see the girl in something like this. Not when he had been forced to say good bye to her living in the home those long years ago.

Elektra however just glared foully over next to her.

Christina was sat back in the chair, trying to look anywhere but at the other young woman. Her brown curtain of hair was tied back, the woman wore a smart and presentable navy blue jumper over her white t-shirt. She had after all, had to rush here from a meeting at the hospital. Her hazel eyes seemed intent on the papers that Mike was looking over. She pushed the creases out of the black skirt and tapped her foot lightly on the floor.

"This is obviously a very difficult situation-"
"To say the least!"

All glanced around as Thomas frowned, opening the door to the meeting room and closing it shut directly behind him.
"Excuse me?" Elektra burst out, glaring over at the blond boy who just sneered slightly at her. "This is a private meeting, he has absolutely no right to be here!"
"Lovely as always to see you Elektra. Shame the years have done nothing to quell that temper of yours." He smirked.
"Thomas!" Mike stated firmly, his eyes stern and strict as he looked at the boy. "She has a point. The presence of you here is on the fact that your opinion was taken into fact with fair view, It is only because of the delicacy of the situation that you are here, but that can easily change."

The blond huffed and glared at Elektra, both holding each other's gaze for a moment, but he still backed down as her eyes bore into him viciously. He took his seat quietly, giving a soft and warm smile to Christina who looked at him with the same strict warning that Mike had given him.

The tired man picked up the sheets of paper, aligning them unnecessarily before he set them back down on the desk and laced his fingers looking around at the two women. "We're all here because we've been put into a difficult situation."
"There is no difficult situation about it. We all know what's the right thing here." Elektra stated with a frown, glaring between Mike with disbelief and complete loathing at Christina.
"We're here to discuss what is the best possible future for Jack would be." He looked over at Christina who sighed and looked around the room. "I gathered all of you here because you're the most important parties involved in this process-"
"Where's Ryan." Thomas frowned, suddenly realizing that the brunette wasn't standing there, and normally Ryan would never have missed anything when it came to Jack.
"He wouldn't come out of his room." May-Li said gently, running a hand through her hair, a nervous habit she had picked up a while back. "I told him about the meeting, but he just said he was dealing with something important."

None knew how up stairs, he was doing just exactly that.

Thomas frowned, going back into his thoughts for a minute before Mike drew him back out again.

"I'll let Christina take it for the moment." Mike indicated to the woman who nodded and sat up a little straighter in her chair.
"We performed a psychological evaluation on Jack a couple of days after he had woken up and again yesterday morning, to make sure that we had a firm and clear indication of what we was dealing with."
"If only you had done that before." Elektra and Thomas growled, before glaring at each other for a long minute.
"The results have just come in this morning and... it's frightening to say the least. Especially with Jack's state, I'm surprised that he's even held up for this long." She said quietly, her eyes locked on all the eyes which had snapped over to her in an instant.

she laced her fingers together before resting her chin on her hands, his thoughts moving back to the results that had been handed to her that moment. "Jack has shown signs of split personality disorder, extreme moments of paranoia, anxiety, a severe case of depression and some elements which we have only ever seen in schizophrenia patients. He has an inability at some moments to distinguish his own reality from the one which his mind tries to force onto him to help him cope with the lack of memories. He has on multiple occasions since waking up, expressed and acted on thoughts of self harm, often he explains, happens without his control-"
"And even had moments of talking about suicide." Thomas added quietly. His fists curled tightly as he glared at the ground, thinking back to the distraught look on Jack's face when the boy had begged in a haze of a delirious breakdown that he wished he was dead.
"My case stands." Christina nodded sadly. "Jack is a shattered porcelain doll which has tumbled from it's top shelf and is hitting everything on the way down. Those cracks are getting larger and larger. The boy needs support, somewhere he can be nurtured with comfort, love and patience. He needs an anchor in his life, something that he can trust-" She glanced over at the blond boy, holding her hand up slightly. "Other than you Thomas." She stated, easing the boy's glare in a half cast frown. "He also needs around the clock care, someone to be there when he breaks down suddenly and can help him through, however he needs it."
"You cannot send him back to a mental asylum." Elektra snarled, sitting forward with a murderous glare.
"I agree completely." Christina nodded.
"This is complete ridiculous!"

Elektra stood glaring around at all those who had gathered in the room.

"I am his only remaining family who will actually take him in! Half related or not, we are still blood. My blood runs in his veins as much as his does in mine!" She stated firmly. "I am of age now that I can take him in! I can care for the both of us! I have a home and a steady job!"
"Elektra, you work in a club." Christina said gently.
"And you work in a hospital." The girl snapped back, her eyes fiercely protective as the thoughts of the brother who she had not been able to see awake and moving for over two years plagued her thoughts with every passing, second, minute and hour of each day that had gone by since she had heard he was awake and then had been barred from entrance into the hospital on the grounds that it was too dangerous in Jack's mind state. "He is my Daniel. I'll call him Jack and I'll play along. But you cannot honestly be considering this Mike!" Elektra shouted. "This is ridiculous!"
"Elektra honey." Christina said as softly as she could. "Jack will need around the clock care-"
"What if you need to go in late at night. A late call to the hospital." The girl bit off her aggressive tone as she found her reasoning.

Christina fell silent and even Mike knew at that point that Elektra was talking the truth.

"You cannot preach to me of what he would need. To you, he was just a coma patient you have only truly known for five real days. The rest of the time you spent knowing him was when he was unconscious in a bed!" She snapped.
"Which is all the more reason why the plan makes sense." Christina said softly.
"Oh come on! This is crazy! I was the only family member left who actually came and even saw him while he was in-"
"Actually..." Christina and Mike said quietly. "Your mother made a single visit."

Elektra dead panned for a moment.

"Oh boy." Thomas muttered under his breath, watching the fire of rage ignite inside Elektra's eyes before exploding like the worlds most powerful volcano. Though the girl managed to bite her lip and hold herself in complete silence, which Thomas was impressed by, because he knew that the girl must have been using every single ounce and fiber of her will not to explode with a roar of a shout.

Minutes passed by and all sat in silence, lent back in their chairs expecting the girl to explode with rage.

But she only took one long seething breath before fixing Mike with ferocious and determined eyes. "That stands more to the case then. I know Jack. I understand him far more than anyone else here-" She glanced over at Thomas who was glaring at her. "With the exception of Ryan maybe."

The blond glowered so foully at her for that low blow strike.

"Those personalities." She glanced over at Christina. "Daniel. Jack. Sirena. Rose." She stated, watching the woman's eyes widen in shock. "Four names, for four different personalities, all of which he will be exhibiting in different ways."
"You do know your brother." Christina said gently, looking in awe at the girl's dedication to her brother. The woman moved on her chair anxiously for a moment before gathering her strength to her heart and looking around. "But it is because of that reason, is why all the more we cannot allow Jack to live with you."
"Jack's main affliction is with a new found sense of self perception." Thomas added, drawing the attention of the adults who hadn't expected such an evaluated and observant statement to come out of the boy.

Thomas gaze was locked on the floor as though he was imagining all that he had seen over the previous week since Jack's miraculous wake up. "It's something that we've all been doing. Those of us who know anything about him that is."
"And that would be?" Elektra growled quietly, his voice as harsh as it was blunt.

But Thomas just snapped his gaze up fiercely.

"We've all been expecting things out of him. Our own feelings are what's destroying him! It's why he can't be around you, why he can't be around Ryan. Heck! It's even why it's dangerous for him to be around too much!"
"What makes you so much better than me or Ryan-" Elektra began but was fiercely cut off suddenly as Thomas' eyes darkened, growing colder and harder than the girl had seen before.
"I've lived on the streets the majority of my life. I learnt to hide my feelings from the best person to ever be able to make a mask and hide how they felt." Thomas snarled.
"No one is tat-"
"Your brother Elektra!" Thomas stated coldly and the girl fell silent, knowing there was no arguing against that fact.

All in the room knew the same.

"But it's still sick, what you are planning. You're ripping away everything that he had linked to his old life."
"We have to nurture his mind." Christina said gently, her fingers tapping on the table. "We have to nurture it into accepting something to hold onto. Without something to hold onto, Jack with spiral and crash to a point where we will not be able to get him back."

She reached down slowly and brought out a large canvas that she had put into a brief case.

When all caught sight of it, they marveled at it's beauty and the sheer talent which had been branded onto it, but their chest's constricted in horror at what was painted across it.

The image was of a shaved head boy laying all but bare on an alley way floor. Each stone looking as real as though it had been plucked from the outside world and placed into the canvas itself. The boy on the ground was covered in blood, his clothes torn to shreds, blood so detailed on the image that it trickled between the stones and various other pieces of the walls where a hand mark seemingly was painted, smeared across the brickwork in the colour of blood.

"That was by Jack, a few days ago." Christina said. "That isn't red paint." She added even quieter than a whisper, making Elektra's hand slammed onto the arm of her chair and curl tightly into a fist. "After cutting and slicing himself open, he used his own blood as paint." She said sadly.
"His memories are trying to bleed through." Mike asked quietly, Christina responded with a slow nod, sadly placing the canvas back into the briefcase.
"The more they are bleeding through though, the harder it is for him to keep a any sense or sanity. If it carries on it will lead to a complete mental break down, if not... him trying something worse than harming himself."
"This is just wrong!" Elektra barked.
"At the moment, it is the only way that we are going to be able to keep your brother going." Christina stated firmly.
"Or is it that you're just looking for someone to replace the hole that your son left!" Elektra stated coldly.

Once more silence filled the room.

"That has been a worry to us." Mike finally said softly, even Thomas looked as though he had thought about this point and conceded it validity.
"My feelings are completely detached from this, I assure you." Christina stated, a little more harshly than she had first intended. "But my point on this matter is still the same. For Jack's health, we give him something to cope with and for his mind to hold onto. We give him something that maybe he can cope with, something that it can try and accept. Like planting a seed." She sad up slowly.
"And you think this plan will work?"
"His mind is desperate for it. Out of the possibilities, it is the only one that is left which would be the safest for option. The danger of this place brings up the relationship he is-"
"WAS!" Thomas barked.
"Was." Christina corrected herself with a frown, watching the blond's cold glare pierce the floor. "In with Ryan." She finished her thought. "If not the worry then of him being too exposed to the one thing which at the moment is affecting him the worst."
"Then-"
"The same goes for the situation of him living with his sister. The natural look that we all have, which we cannot conceal, especially coming from you Elektra, who has probably lost the most in this situation. Your feelings of sadness would destroy him-"
"I seem to be controlling my anger quite well, right about now." She warned quietly.

Christina coughed, moving on quickly. "And since my... current circumstances anyway." She said softly. "Out of the doctors at the hospital, he has bonded with me and formed a bond. It's a way that is most beneficial to him, I can give him more support than any other place." She reason, not out of point scoring, but as Mike knew, the woman was only being factual.
"So you suggest that we tell him... you're his birth mother, while we sign the adoption papers in secret from him." He rubbed his brow, trying to crease out the headache, while trying not to look into the fury which was Elektra's eyes, or the smugness of Thomas'.
"For his own mental health sanity." Christina said gently. "It's the only way that we can hope to at least steady Jack out... before he crosses the point of no return."
"No! If that is how it's going to work then let me adopt him or foster him! Make up that I'm a young mother looking to take in a child! Heck! I've been more of a mother to him than our own family even was! I look old enough! Mike, I'm his only family! It's my right to take him in. My apartment has been checked over! Heck, it's probably even nicer than whatever house it is that she lives in!" Elektra pointed a finger at Christina, not looking at the woman. "But you know that as family who have passed inspection, that he is supposed to come and live with me-"
"Unless other circumstances would dictate that he would not be entirely safe!" Mike reasoned, looking desperately at the girl to see sense and reason.
"Mike, you know what has to be done." Elektra stated. "I'm his family."
"You're his weakness right now." Christina said gently as she could, clearly upset to see the girl so very distressed in the horribly awkward situation that they had all been put into. "You love him, so much, but it's that love which will cause him to crash. It comes down to you Mr Milligan." Christina said softly.

Both women looked at him expectantly, waiting patient for his answer.

Thomas glanced between both of them, at this point, even he was unsure which way this would go.

This is about to go to hell. He thought to himself.

"Okay." Mike said gently. "I've made my decision." He looked between both women.

Both glanced over at each other before looking back to him.

"And it's-"

To be continued...

Haha! I'm being really mean and leaving you all on a cliff hanger ;) Return tomorrow to find out Mike's decision.