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Daniel kissed Kelsey goodnight at her door. She smiled, but only briefly. "Daniel, when are you going to tell her?"
Daniel sighed. He took off his glasses and stared at her. She was so beautiful. She understood him like no one else had. "I promised to help her take care of the kids Kel."
She frowned. "You've done that. They are almost a year and a half Daniel. If she can't handle them now-" She stopped. She was being mean, she knew it.
"I know Kelsey, but its more then just helping her. You have no idea how hard it was for her to lose Jack. I can't abandon her."
"It's not like you won't be able to check up on her."
Daniel shook his head. They'd been through this. "It's not time yet." He said simply. He kissed Kelsey on her forehead, then left to go home.
What Kelsey didn't understand was that he wasn't just staying for Sam. Those boys had become his life. When he came home and saw them look up at him and smile it brought more joy to his heart then anything else. Maybe he had grown comfortable with Sam. Maybe it was the family atmosphere that kept drawing him back, making him unable to tell Sam that Kelsey had asked him to more in with her. Whatever it was, Daniel wasn't prepared to leave it.
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"One hundred and seventy-five days." Jack said after waking. He'd been in the prison for five months. And he was growing weaker everyday. He could barely stand up now. His knees were always hurting him, causing him to get less and less sleep.
The door to his cell opened. Jack didn't bother to look up as he knew it would be the deaf, blind mute. But when he didn't hear the clanging of his plate being dropped on the floor, Jack looked up. "Good morning Jack." Ralk smiled at him.
Almost happy to hear someone's voice, Jack studied the man. "Are you gaining weight?" Jack asked, a sardonic smile spreading across his face.
Ralk laughed. "Gaining what you're losing." He bent down to become eye level with Jack. "We're letting you go."
"You've said that before jackass."
Ralk whistled and another man walked into the room carrying some clothes and a razor. "He's going to clean you up, then you'll come and talk to me."
Jack, wary of anyone with a razor, watched the newcomer like a hawk. "Is he going to kill me?"
"Of course not!" Ralk laughed again. He stood and left the cell, closing the door behind him.