"Someone will be approaching you with the paperwork before you are discharged…" Jeffrey said. "Your statement will be admitted into evidence, and you will need to repeat a lot of it on the stand… After you are discharged from the hospital, you will be taken to the prison to serve out your three-year sentence…"

"Away…" Alex said. "Away from Jack…"

"Yes…" Jeffrey said. "Away from Jack…"

Alex nodded slightly; his eyes locked onto Jeffrey's.

Jeffrey gave Alex one last glance, and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. "Did you get all of that?" he asked into his phone.

"Yes O'Neill…" the AD replied. "I did… Good work…"

"Do you still think that they will have to subpoena Sandy?" Jeffrey asked.

"I don't know…" the AD said. "I'll have to talk to the prosecutor about that…"

Jeffrey sighed. "All right…" he said. "After you do… Just… Just leave me a message on my voice mail…"

"O'Neill…" the AD said, picking up on the tone in Jeffrey's voice. "Are you all right?"

Jeffrey swallowed nervously, unwilling to show his boss any signs of personal weakness. "I'm fine…" he said. "I'm just… Tired that's all…"

"Well, you're taking the rest of the week off right?" the AD asked.

"Yeah…" Jeffrey said.

"Get some rest…" the AD said. "You sound like you could use it…"

"I… Umm… I'm gonna go…" Jeffrey said.

"O'Neill?" the AD said.

"What?" Jeffrey asked.

"Does he know how much you love him?"

Jeffrey hesitated a moment, the question having been completely unexpected. "Yeah…" he said. "I… I'm pretty sure that he does…"

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Reva looked over at Sandy. She knew that he must've been through hell again today, giving his statement. She squeezed his hand softly and watched as he stirred awake.

Sandy blinked slightly, looking up at his mother. "Hi…" he said softly.

"Hi…" Reva answered back. "You feeling any better?"

"No…" Sandy said. "Not really…"

"You probably wanna go back to sleep, huh?" Reva asked.

"No…" Sandy said. "Not really…"

Reva didn't want to pry too much, but her son looked like he needed to talk to someone. "How did it go earlier?" she asked.

"How did what go?" Sandy asked.

"Your statement…" Reva said.

"It went…" Sandy said. "Well… How do you think it went?" he snapped.

Reva sighed, she didn't know how to answer that.

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Jeffrey hung up the phone and stuck it into his pocket. He felt physically ill. His stomach was churning in a way that made him want to throw up. He made his way to the men's room, locking himself into a stall. Kneeling over the bowl, he lifted the seat and barfed into it. He hadn't had much to eat, so it was mostly just stomach acid, and it stung his throat on the way up. He stayed there like that, as Alex's words played again and again in his head… Even so, it wasn't Alex's voice that he heard saying them. It was Jack's. He could just picture him, explaining everything to Alex… He could just picture him, doing everything to Sandy… Hurting him, all the while wearing that twisted grin on his face. He stayed there like that, as the minutes passed, and his stomach was emptied of its contents…

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"I don't want to talk about it!" Sandy snapped.

"All right…" Reva said. "We don't have to talk if you don't want to…"

Sandy turned away from her as an awkward silence filled the room. The sounds of the monitors were all that could be heard as they both made no attempt to converse. In the silence, there was only one thing that Sandy could think about. And he didn't want to think about it. He needed to get his mind off of it. He needed something else to focus on. Something… Anything besides the thoughts that were filling his head. And then it hit him, there was something else that they could discuss. Something that would, for the moment at least, take his mind off of his tormentors. He looked back at his mother and said. "Did you ever plan on telling me?"

"What?" Reva asked, completely floored at the accusatory tone her son's voice had taken on. "Did I ever plan on telling you what?"

"You know what…" Sandy said.

"No, Sandy…" Reva said. "I don't…"

"Tom!" Sandy said. "Did you ever plan on telling me about Tom?"

Reva didn't know what to say. She tried to think up some good excuse, but none came to her mind. "I… Umm… I…" she stuttered, unable to get the words out.

"Of course you didn't…" Sandy said.

"Sandy… I…" Reva started.

"You what?" Sandy snapped. "You what?"

"I could never find the right time… I could never find the right words…"

"And you think that that is a valid excuse?"

"I don't… I don't know…"

"YOU DON'T KNOW?"

"I just… I…"

"Could you just please tell me the truth? Just one fucking time in your entire life, mother?"

Reva's eyes widened. Sandy had never called her that before. What an awkward time for him to first do so.

"Why did you even lie about it in the first place? Huh? Can you at least tell me that much?"

"I don't… I don't remember…"

"You don't remember? What do you mean you don't remember? How the fuck can you not remember?"

"Some of it…" Reva said. "I never got back…"

Sandy sighed angrily.

"Well…" Reva said, seeming to forget where they were and why they were there in the heat of the argument. "If you've known all this time then how come you've never said anything!?!"

"Yeah…" Sandy said. "Turn this around on me…"

"That's not what I'm doing…" Reva said, trying to calm down somewhat.

"You never planned on telling me, did you?" Sandy said. "You never planned on telling anyone…"

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