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Clair sat tapping her foot as they waited to hear the news on Jackson…she couldn't get him out her head. How his normally pale skin was ghostly white, as blood pooled around him. She yelled for Heath to come her help as she dialed 911 trying to stop the bleeding from his wrists…His last words to her…She's dead. Clair didn't understand what he meant until the ambulance showed up taking Jackson away. The police arrived a few minutes a little later as Heath called his parents as they rushed to the hospital. Clair offered to stay to wait for his mother since she wasn't picking up her phone at the moment. Looking at where Jackson was laying on the floor as the police came up stairs. She opened the door then quickly looking away screaming for Heath as he ran up. Rushing into his warm embrace…she didn't want to see as Heath himself turned paled and pulled her down stairs. She was shaking as Heath dialed his father's number again explaining they knew why Jackson did what he did. One of the nice police officers drove them to the hospital and they been here ever since. Heath's parents were already here when they walked in the door as his father grabbed both Clair and Heath in a hug as he apologized for them finding both of them. They didn't know this would happen. His aunt led them all the waiting room telling them how his mother was perfectly fine…that she should have stayed just in case…Clair remand quit as she thought of all the reasons of why.

His mother left….then she got a phone call…she left…Jackson's mother didn't even have her car…the police said they would be running the plates of the car that was left at her house, that it might have belonged to the killer. She gasped…No…she wouldn't…his mother was a kind sweet women, she would have never kill anyone! Then she remembered Holt telling Clair of his mother's Hyde side…how she would get randomly violent…He was never afraid of his mother…but he was when that tone changed from her normal sweet one to the overly dark one. How it mostly her Hyde side that made her go crazy in the first place. How not even two weeks ago Holt's biggest fear was losing his mother to suicide…how disappointed he would be. She held herself as Heath paced noticing her crying a little. He placed a hand on her shoulder not really knowing what to do. They heard footsteps coming in their direction as they all looked up hoping for a doctor as Deuce walked in. Everyone seemed to sigh at the same time as Deuce moved over to Heath and Clair. "Have you heard anything?" He asked as they both shook their heads. He sat down next to Clair and allowed her to lay her head on his chest. As much as Cleo would be mad…but she would have to get over it. "Do you know why?" Deuce asked as everyone looked at him…it was an eerily silence as no one spoke and Clair shifted sitting up off of Deuce's chest. Footsteps sounded again as they all looked hopefully at the door as a police officer looked in, "I am looking for a Clair Steller."

"That is me." She said a little hoarsely from not talking for so long.

"Do you mind if I can have a word with you out here?"

"You can just say it in front of my friends and family." She stated not getting up as the officer moved in a little more.

"I don't think it is-"

"I don't care what you think." She almost shouted, "Just tell me what you want."

Giving up the officer sighed, "We found who the car belonged to and we found who done it."

"Who did what?" Heath's father asked as Clair looked at her knees.

"My mother died a few hours before Jackson's." She said as the officer nodded.

They didn't say anything as she saw the gears turning in his head…his wife too was looking like she knew what happened, but no one wanted to offend anyone.

"So who was it?" Clair asked wanting to get this over with.

"The car belonged to a Sydney Jekyll." The officer said as Heath's father nodded leaning back…his wife grabbed his hand squeezing it trying to hold back the tears. Heath and Deuce looked stunned. "H-Why?" Heath asked as Clair answered.

"She doesn't like seeing people she cares about getting hurt," Clair repeated what she heard her say as she walked into Jackson's room.

"I have a few more questions," The officer said getting their attention again.

"Go ahead shoot…" Clair said taking Deuce's shoulder again wanting nothing more to see Jackson.

"What is your relation to her?"

Clair rolled her eyes, "I told you at the station that she was my step-mother."

He nodded, "How was your relationship with her?"

"She was a child abuser…so you can put two and two together on how we got a long." She answered angrily as the officer nodded again.

"Did your mother have any enemies?"

Clair snorted, "Yeah one…the wife of the man, her husband decided would be a good idea to beat to death."

Writing that down the cop continued on, "Who was that?"

"The women that killed herself not too long ago."

He looked around a little uncomfortably as all the eyes were on him. "Are we done here?" She asked as the officer nodded slowly. "One last thing," he said watching Clair, "you will have to come with me to be placed in child services."

"What!" She shouted jumping into the sitting position, "I don't need to go anywhere with you!"

"You are underage with no one to claim you." He said not backing away from her.

"No I will stay here until I know Jackson is okay! You will not take me away!" She yelled knowing that she would have to go no matter how hard she fought.

"I am horribly sorry-"

"We will watch over her until you are able to get a hold of family." Heath's father said getting up.

"My name is David Burns…" He told him, "and I am pretty sure I have a bed for her to sleep just fine in."

The officer looked very uncertain, "You are family to the women who killed her mother. What makes you think that she wants-"

"Because my boyfriend is the son of the women that killed my mother!" She yelled making the officer give her a surprised look, "They were always more of family then what I had to live with so since he said I can stay I am staying!"

The officer was still in shock as David, "Just until you have contacted family…that was she is still able to go to school here and focus on studying. A better environment."

"I don't think your home would be the best for her." The officer said before handing a piece of paper to David, "But she is old enough to make decisions on her own…if any problems happen or anything this is all the information you need." He turned to leave, "We will be keeping in touch."

He nodded again moving back over to his wife. Clair watched Heath pace again as Deuce hummed some song that seemed to comfort her worries. She didn't understand how it was working but it did. Finally a doctor appeared bring everyone from the drowsy worry.

"How is he? Will he be okay? Please tell me he is alright!" Heath yelled franticly as his father rushed over pulling his son back to sit him down. "Let him speak."

The doctor looked sympatric towards the young fire elemental, "He is alright…meaning he will live." They all let out a long sigh of relief before the doctor moved on, "He is awake…but he is in a state of shock. None of the nurses or doctors were able to get him to talk. I will suggest one person to go in to try to talk to him. To find the core source of why he did this."

"His mother killed herself and he found her," David said getting up as the doctor made note.

"We have him restrained just in case he might try to remove the stitches." The doctor said, "his room is 49." He said before looking at the elemental in front of him. Leading him to Jackson's room he prepared himself for the worst.

Jackson's Point of View:

He felt nothing…the pit of darkness forming where his heart used to be…not even the numbness of his arms could fill that void…why couldn't they let him die? He had nothing left…he was done fighting…done living…he felt similar to this many times…but this…was emotionless. When he finally woke up the nurses were talking to him…acting all nice and sweet, but faces and voices lie. They may say they care but in reality they don't. He heard the door open but didn't care to even move his head to see who came in. He was done fighting…"Jackson?" His uncle said trying to get his attention as he just stared at the wall. Go away…was all he thought. Her face…how she pointed the gun at him…that wasn't his mother…why did she leave him?

"Jackson it will be okay…" He said again placing a hand over Jackson's restrained one. Not even caring to move it away from him he left it there. Reacting to his uncle would do nothing for him…not even the comforting hand…it was just like what she would do. His cheek twitched as he expected tears to come, but still they haven't. He heard his uncle sigh, "Do you care if Holt comes out?" He asked softly hoping for some type of reaction, "he doesn't know happened."

Jackson once again remained quiet as he felt his uncle place headphones on him…about time someone let him go. Holt woke up to blurred vision…trying to rub his eyes he noticed he couldn't move his hands. Letting out a scream in panic he tried to pull them out hurting his sore wrists, but he didn't care.

"Holt stop!" He uncle rushed out grabbing his arms to keep him from hurting himself more as Holt looked him in the eyes.

"Please…" He begged, "I don't know what happened please take these off me!"

"I will, just give me a second," He said taking them off as Holt grabbed his wrist seeing they were all bandaged. "What did he do?" Holt growled out putting the pieces together that Jackson tried to kill them, "Why would he do this?"

His uncle placed his hand on Holt's arm getting him to look at him, "What is the last thing you remember?"

Holt gave him a confused look, "School we just got done eatin' and I switched him out so he could go to Mad Science. Why did something happen at school?"

His uncle looked at Holt's wrists… "No…it wasn't school."

"Then what was it?" He asked a little frustrated he didn't get a straight answer. "Just tell me."

"Your mother…"

"What did she do to him?" He growled out before his uncle could finish, "I told him that it wouldn't be a good idea to go back home!" Holt said as his uncle looked at him trying to calm him down…good thing he didn't try to get up and leave…yet. "I swear if she laid-"

"Holt she is dead." His uncle said stunning Holt into silence.

Blinking a couple of times Holt let it sink in that his mother was in fact dead. "How?" Was all he said trying to find Jackson in his mind…it seemed he wanted to be fully alone. Feeling a lost feeling form in his heart as he closed his eyes, he couldn't hide for long from Holt. "She killed herself." He heard his uncle say as he searched for Jackson. "Holt?" He heard the worry in his voice so he opened his eyes looking at his panicked face. "Holt?" he asked again as Holt gave him a small smile.

"From the fact I can't find him in my mind must mean he was the one that found her?" He asked looking at his arms…new scars…but these were different. They were careful, precise…longing for the pain to go away. His uncle looked down at his lap, "Yes he was…Clair was gone since she was at the station dealing with her mother being murdered."

"Is she alright?" Holt asked in shock as his uncle nodded, "She is fine." He still wasn't looking at Holt, "Do they know who killed her?"

"Well…yes they do…" He started to say as Holt just watched his uncle for an answer. "Who?" He asked impatiently as his uncle closed his eyes, "your mother."

Holt laughed humorless, "I guess it makes sense in the long run."

Concerned with hearing Holt say that made his uncle ask, "Why I that?"

Looking his uncle dead in the eyes, "All Hyde's are murders or crazy." He went back to trying to find Jackson as his uncle was stunned.

"You aren't like that." His uncle said softly, "You are more than an alter ego…both your parents made sure of that."

"But I am still in the end a mental disease." He said finally finding Jackson in his head. "Gottcha." He whispered.

"You found him?" His uncle asked matching Holt's excited tone.

"Yes I did…but I need a mirror…" He looked up to see the bathroom. "I will be a second."

His uncle looked worried not letting go of Holt's arm. "I will leave the door open," He said softly knowing why his uncle was nervous letting him out of his sight.

Slowly letting him go he nodded staying in his chair as Holt slowly got out of bed. He swayed a little standing up, but was able to make it to the bathroom. Leaning heavily on the counter he saw Jackson sitting down staring back at him.

'Leave me alone…' he whispered.

"You know I can't do that Jackie." Holt said grinning at Jackson as he sighed.

'Does anything ever bother you?'

Holt was taken aback by that question, "Of course stuff does…but how I see it you can either move on or stay stuck in a rut for the rest of your life…makin' life pointless.'

Jackson pulled his knees to his chest, 'you don't understand what it is like…'

"To find our mom dead…no I don't, but it wouldn't be the first time I seen a dead body." Holt said as a question rose in Jackson's eyes, but the dimness over took that question as he went back to laying on his knees.

'That doesn't mean anything…I am the only one that saw both our parents die.' He whispered out as Holt chewed his lip not really hearing all of what Jackson said.

"I know it must have been rough seein' our father die…and trust me…I would have done the same damn thing you did when you found our mother…but we wouldn't have been found." He said as he started to shake, "But…we can move on from this."

'No…no…' Jackson said looking away from Holt as he held his head, 'what is the point?'

Holt just watched as Jackson unfolded holding his head shaking worst then what Holt was. There was more to this…he gave Jackson a second to regain himself as he went over their small conversation in his head. Then he remembered Jackson's choice of words when they were talking about their father.

"Wait you saw her kill herself!" Holt yelled out making Jackson flinch.

'Yes…she left us…she pointed a gun at me…sh-she…didn't…I-I could hav…'

Holt placed his hands on the mirror as his uncle appeared in the door way watching as Holt tried to reach Jackson. "There was nothing you could have done." Holt forced out as he finally understood the empty feeling…it wasn't because of him finding their mother…it was watching her take her own life.

'I could have tried to stop her!' Jackson yelled making Holt flinch at the sounded loudness of his voice.

"She would have just shot us." Holt reasoned as David listened to what Holt said trying to figure out what Jackson told him.

'No…she is our…mother…she wouldn't have shot me.' Jackson tried to reason with Holt as he just shook his head.

"She wasn't mentally stable Jackson; you have no idea what she would have done!" Holt said looking at the sink trying to stay calm. He didn't want to get mad at an already broken Jackson.

'I am not broken!' He growled at Holt as moaned…right same mind. "Jackson listen to me…just shut up and listen…she chose to leave us." Jackson turned his back on Holt as he stood up taking his hands off the mirror.

'I still could have stopped her!' He reasoned insanely as Holt laughed humorlessly.

"Then you and I would really be dead." He said, "No matter what you saw…no matter what happened you and I will get through this…together."

Jackson glared at him, 'it is always the Hyde's that ruin everything!'

Holt knew he would bring that up sooner or later, "But it wasn't her Hyde side that pulled the trigger was it?" He countered as Jackson fell back down hiding his face in his hands and knees.

"That's what I thought," he folded his arms across his chest, "So are you gonna to start trustin' me…or will I have to find a way to get rid of the Jekyll side of me."

Jackson just looked at Holt with fear in his eyes, "You wouldn't."

Holt just stared at Jackson, "You are broken…weak…what makes you think I would want you a part of me?" Holt made a sound shaking his head, "And they say the Hyde side makes the Jekyll's go crazy."

'I am not weak!' Jackson yelled out rushing to the mirror putting his hands in the same spots Holt's were, 'and you are an ass! Why do I have to be connected to the worst person in the world?'

Holt chuckled as Jackson's anger ran through his mind, "About time I got some real emotion from you…it is better than the emptiness you were givin' me."

Jackson blinked a couple of times, 'I hate you…' he said quietly staying in the same position as Holt watched silently as Jackson's emotions were finally reaching him, 'but I don't know what I would do without you.'

Holt softened his gaze at the normie in the mirror as he placed his hands where Jackson's were, "Let's never find out okay?" He asked as Jackson nodded a little.

'You look like hell…' He said getting a good look at Holt's paler then normal appearance.

Holt chuckled as his uncle started tapping his foot, he was nervous and knowing he only heard half of the conversation made it even worst especially after what Holt said ."Like you have much room to talk," Holt commented back as Jackson looked a little ashamed, "Sorry about that."

Holt waved that down, "Like I said…we would have not been found to have this lovely conversation." He looked at his uncle as he waited for Holt to talk to him. Giving one last look at Jackson he saw him slowly fade, "You will be alright, we will be alright…" He whispered as Jackson gave him a sad look before completely disappearing from the mirror, but Holt could feel him still.

Moving back to the bed he laid down exhausted from the trip and focusing on finding Jackson, "He is not hiding anymore…" Holt slurred out as he got comfortable on the bed. His uncle put a blanket on him, "That is good to know, I don't want anything to happen to either one of you."

"We are nothin' like the others…or our mom." Holt said as his uncle sat down watching him slowly fall asleep.

"I know…that is what makes you both so special."

Holt smiled a little, "I will miss her…" He whispered out right when sleep took him. His uncle moved Holt's hair out of his face, "I will miss her too." He said before taking off the headphones. Jackson was sleeping as well. David watched Jackson's even breathing before putting the restraints back on. He hated doing this to him…but just because he talked to Holt…doesn't mean he will talk to anyone else. It is different talking to someone in your head…but face to face, might just take too much energy from him at the moment.