Prince Jesús didn't know what to do. The words of Nuka kept repeating itself in his head. He wanted answers and was going to get them. Jesús was about to cross over the border when a voice stopped him.

"Stop!"

Jesús turns, to sees Simba walking over. Simba eyes his son with dismay.

Jesús looks back at the border the words of Nuka still ringing in his head. "Am I a pest?"

"No."

Jesús looks back at Simba. "Who am I?"

"You're my son."

Jesús take a step closer. "What more than that?

Simba doesn't answer. He looks suddenly weary, burdened. Jesús silently sizes him up, realizes the truth.

"The Pride Lands wasn't the only thing you took from Kovu and his followers that day, was it?"

Simba looks him in the eye. He can deny it no longer. "No." the dark beige lion took a shaky breath before continuing. "A few months after Kopa was born I went patrolling. As I was patrolling I came across a scent. I followed it to a cave where there was a cub. Small for a newborn- abandoned, suffering, left to die. Jicho's son."

Jesús' mind is sent reeling by the revelation. "Jicho's son..." He desperately struggles to make sense of it all. "Why? You were knee-deep in westerners blood. Why would you take me?"

"You were an innocent child."

Jesús shook his head. "You took me for a purpose, what was it?"

Simba doesn't answer.

Jesús pinned his ears back and roared, "Tell me!"

"I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about a permanent peace... through you. But those plans no longer matter."

Jesús looks down, can't believe what he is hearing. "So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up here until you might have use of me?"

Simba looked at the red-brown lion in shock. "Why do you twist my words?"

"You could have told me what I was from the beginning. Why didn't you?"

"You are my son. I only wanted to protect you from the truth."

Jesús growls. "Because I am the monster parents tell their children about at night?"

"Don't..."

Jesús realized why growing up was so hard. "It all makes sense now. Why you favored Kopa all this time."

"Listen..."

Tears were falling freely down Jesús' face. "Because no matter how much you claim to love me, you could never have a westerner sitting on the Throne of the Pridelands!"

Simba's body begins to shake, he lifts his paw. It starts to move out of synch temporarily. Jesús doesn't notice as Simba tries to fight it off.

Simba looks at his and tries again. "Listen to me!"

Jesús growls as he strides away, pass the sick king.

"Jesús!"

Simba starts towards him, when the enormous mental, emotional, and physical strain of recent events finally takes its toll. The effect consumes him.

His entire body now moves out of sync with the rest of the world, leaving trails behind him as he staggers backwards. Simba falls back against a rock, his face contorting in a scream. He collapses to the grass ground.

Jesús' perked before he turned to face his father, shocked, hurries to him. He takes Simba in his arms, calls out.

"Help! Somebody! Help!"

Luckily Mufasa and Sarabi was on patrol and heard the prince's cries.

"Jesús, what's wrong?"

Jesús had more tears falling from his eyes. "We were talking...and he fell."

Mufasa put a paw to his son-in-law's throat and sighed. "He's in a coma. A king sleep, it happens when you are under alot of stress."

Jesús was being nuzzled by Sarabi. "Will he be alright?"

Mufasa sighed deeply before putting half of his nephew's body on his back and looked at his grandson. "More or less."

Jesús' dark brown eyes widen as tears threatened to fall again.

Sarabi shot her mate a look before nuzzling the hurt young lion. "He could be fine but he may never wake-up again. Now come on, your mother needs to know."

Jesús nodded before following his grandparents towards Pride Rock.

~O~

Malka and Jethro made it to the borders of Never Lands faster than expected. The two males looked around before sharing a look.

"Well don't just stand there. Put him down."

The large orange, brownish maned lion looked at his friend in shock. "We can't just leave him here!"

"Why not? Simba said to take him here and we did."

Malka sighed in defeat. That was what Simba said. Taking a few deep breaths Malka laid Kopa down. Before looking at his friend with unbelievable brown eyes.

"You better hope that he makes it out alright."

The whitish, light brown maned lion rolled his pale green eyes. "Or what?"

Malka looked at his friend hard. "Or you have to answer to your daughter."

Jethro's eyes widen but before he could say anything, Malka shoved pass. Knocking shoulders as he head back to the Pride Lands.

Jethro looked back at Kopa and sighed before following his friend.