Rain drops tapped away on a glass pane and he sound of thunder crashed as Jacob tossed and turned on the cot in which he slept. Voices kept echoing in the dark of his mind accompanied by dancing shadows.

Do you remember boy? Came the voice, distorted and malevolent. Do you remember what i did? The smell of blood, the taste of fear in the air? The copious amounts of sweet agony?

A blade hummed and sang in the darkness, coming to bear on skin. He could practically taste the metallic pang of blood as he heard the blade slice through flesh.

Pitiful boy, foolish parents. It was easy. The voice sneered, growing louder in his head. Now look at you, still pitiful.

He tried to reply in anger but the words would not form. He felt as if there were two motley covered hands holding his jaw shut.

Did you think you could escape me? It taunted, laughing at him maniacally. There's nothing you can do, no where you can go in which to escape me. I'm a part of you boy. A second of silence passed before the slicing of steel was heard and felt on his own skin. Prometheus laughter became louder as his mask appeared before his eyes, menacingly.

Jacob sat bolt upright, flinging the covers off of his body and sending them flying to the wall. He smacked a square on the stand beside him and the lights slowly brightened. His shirt and shorts were coated in sweat, sticking to his body. He swung his legs over the side of the cot and put his head in his hands. With a sigh, he rubbed his eyes, trying to dislodge the image from his brain. He ran his hands through his hair, finding it damp and with a final shake of his head, he stood up; his eyes adjusting to the light as he opened them and walked towards a small shower in the corner. He reached for the shower knob, a small squeak breaking the silence in the room before the constant sound of water flowing echoed around. Tugging off his shorts and damp shirt, he stepped into the enclosure, sliding the plastic curtain closed. Steam began to build up around him and his skin started to turn pink as he tried to scrub the night terror from his mind. He gave up after a few minutes, instead letting the hot water rain down on his face as he rubbed his eyes.

The door to the room slid open, barely making a sound. The sound of high heeled boots rose higher as the the wearer stepped inside. Killer Frost strutted inside and seeing Jacobs outline through the shower curtain, smiled mischievously. She slowly unzipped the light blue jacket she wore, setting it down on the chair gently. As quietly as she could, she took off her high heeled boots and began to strip off the rest of her clothes. Jacob still stood underneath the steaming jet of water as she padded over to the shower. She slid the curtain open slowly and quietly enough to step into it behind him. Before he could turn around, she slid her arms around his shoulders, pressing her bare breasts to his back.

"Looking a bit hot there," she breathed in his ear seductively.

He sighed in pleasure, reaching behind him to run his hands down her thighs. She pressed closer to him, moaning quietly in his ear as she ran her fingers through his hair. He turned around, causing the water spray to splash her face and soak her hair. As he turned, his member brushed against her upper thigh. She laced her fingers through his hair and pulled his face to hers, kissing him deeply. Their tongues intertwined as she ground against him, feeling the throb of him rise higher against her waist. With a gasp, they broke apart.

"You make me melt," she breathed in her icy voice with a wink.

Her pale white hair began to darken in color, slowly receding completely to Caitlins chestnut brown. Her skin began to take on a pink hue, both from the transition between her alter ego and from the heat of the water. She blinked a few times, her eyes losing their electric blue glow and becoming their normal brown. Her eyes widened for a second before she used her handhold on his hair to pull him back into another savage kiss.

He broke away trailing his lips and tongue down her neck before stopping just above her breast. She moaned deeply, her chest heaving as if to offer her breasts to him. He grinned, slowly moving down till he hovered above her nipple. She could feel his hot breath on her cool skin, causing her to squirm in anticipation. He gently kissed her nipple before savagely attacking it, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. He nibbled on it gently, causing her whole body to shake with pleasure. A gasp of pleasure broke forth from her mouth as she caressed his member with her thighs. He broke away from her breast, grabbing them both roughly with his hands and squeezing as he attacked her ruby lips again. She moaned into his kiss, rocking her hips back and forth; the dampness between her legs causing a pleasurable glide for his member between her thighs. He grabbed her hands by the wrist and pinned them to the wall of the shower. She let out a gasp of surprise as he descended down her stomach to her glistening wet mound, giving it a kiss before burying his face at her entrance.

The water chose the most opportune time to suddenly shift to freezing cold, snapping Jacob out of his lust filled daydream. With a disgruntled sigh, he turned the knob and shut the water off. He reached around for a towel, wrapping it around his waist before stepping out and grabbing another one for his upper body.

He padded over to the secondary cot where a pile of clothes lay folded for him and picked up the sweatshirt on top. Unfolding it, he found the Star Labs logo emblazoned on the front in white letters against an all black background. He tossed it aside with a small smile, instead flipping a shirt off of the folded pair of pants and holding them up. With a shrug to himself, he let the towel fall from his waist and pulled the pants on. Close enough, he thought picking the shirt back up and pulling it on. He flung the two wet towels over a railing by the shower and looked around the room. In a few seconds he gathered up all the belongings he had.

He sat down on the edge of the cot, pulling both old photographs from his wallet and staring at them. Laurel and Oliver from his earth, smiled back at him while a childhood version of himself grinned a cheesy grin from between them. He could remember that day perfectly as it played out in his mind.

The photograph had been taken on his new birthday, with Laurel and Oliver taking him on a picnic to celebrate. Laurel had been cooking all morning for it, the smell of fresh bread and a perfectly roasted chicken wafted from the basket she carried in one hand. In her other hand, she held Olivers hand. A very young Jacob walked slightly behind Laurel and on the side of the picnic basket.

"How about up there by that tree?" Oliver asked Jacob, point up ahead of them.

"Sure," Jacob muttered with a shrug, continuing behind them.

Oliver produced a very loud red blanket from the basket and unfolded it with a flourish, gaining a small smile from Jacob as he laid it out in the grass. Laurel began pulling containers of food from the basket and set them down. With a groan, she searched the empty bottom of the basket.

"I forgot to bring utensils." she sighed.

"That's alright hun," Oliver laughed, opening a square container of grapes and plucking one out with his fingers. "We don't need them anyway."

She opened her mouth to say something but stopped, shaking her head at him. Oliver looked to where Jacob was sitting, plucked another grape from the container and lightly tossed it at him. It bounced off of young Jacobs head and rolled around on the blanket. Jacob quickly snatched it up and tossed it back at Oliver, who caught it in turn, ate it and winked at Jacob. Laurel just sat back and watched the two, a laughing bubbling up to her face.

"Really you two?" She asked, giggling as Jacob reached for another one and readied it to throw.

"He started it," Jacob replied, a smile creeping to his face now.

Oliver laughed a loud hearty laugh, dodged the incoming grape and gave Laurel a big kiss. Jacob turned away and spotted Moira Queen walking towards them, a camera in one hand and waving with the other. She rushed over towards them, almost breathless when she sat made it.

"I just have to have a picture of my new grandson," She gushed, pulling Jacob into a warm hug. "The first of many i'm hoping?"

He grinned and gave her an affectionate squeeze.

"Pictures or grandchildren?" Oliver asked laughing.

"Why not both?"

"Well see Moira," Laurel laughed, tossing her hair.

"How about a picture of all three of you?" She asked, letting Jacob go.

Laurel reached out for Jacob, pulling him close to her and rustling his hair.

"My little blackbird," She cooed, sitting him between her and Oliver. "Smile wide for your grandma."

Oliver wrapped his arm around Laurel, pulling both of them closer. Moira counted down, holding up the camera. The bulb flashed, causing Jacob to rub his eyes as Laurel and Oliver kissed again over top his head. Jacob looked up, reached for a grape and threw it playfully at Oliver. It bounced off his cheek, causing Laurel to bust out laughing. Moira pulled the photograph from the camera, waving it in the air for a few minutes before handing it to Jacob.

"My family." he whispered, looking down at it.

A teardrop fell down his cheek and landed on the worn photograph. He sighed and wiped it away before running the back of his hand across his face.

He shifted his gaze to the second photograph, his mind being plunged back again.

Jacob and Thea stood infront of Ray Palmer, hand in hand. They had just concluded the wedding ceremony, the crowds excitement filled cheer still ringing throughout the air. Flower petals rained down as small bursts of electricity, light and one oddly placed line of flame danced in the air above their heads. A photographer rushed through the crowd, coming up in front of them. He began setting up an old style tripod, screwing in his camera and motioned for Ray to step out of the background. Ray nodded and stepped aside. With a wave of his hand, the photographer got the couple attention, pointed at the lens and hit a button. Another bright flash left them rubbing their eyes and laughing. Jacob reached up, placed his hand on Thea's cheek and kissed her passionately. The photographer snapped another picture before unscrewing the camera and disappearing into the crowd as another roar of cheering broke out. You could barely hear anything over the sound.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear.

"Forever," she replied.

He flipped the photograph over and below the description there was another word written in a different hand. Forever.

With a shake of his head and a small cough to clear his throat, he tried to refocus. It's time, he thought to himself, picking up the device Harry had given him the day before. He carefully placed the photographs back inside his wallet, the wallet inside his pants and stood up. Taking one last look around the room, he grabbed his shoes, tied them on and walked out of the room.

You could stay, Caitlins voice whispered inside his head. You don't have to do this to yourself.

"Yes i do," He whispered out loud, walking away from the room and Star Labs.