Summary: Jackson, Heath and Deuce try to find a way to get Clawd back together but it proves near impossible.

Author Notes: Introducing an original character: Dr. Sable Jekyll "J." Hyde. Jackson's step mother. This chapter has a big interlude in between that gives a backstory to Hyde and Sable. Jackson's actual family tree is fuzzy; his mother was stated to be from the Jekyll-Hyde family and his dad is a fire elemental. But then it was his mother was the fire elemental and his dad was the dual personality. In the cartoon, he and Heath are cousins but in the books, they're unrelated. Either way, since nothing is strictly cannon, I decided to make Jackson the direct son of Dr. Jekyll (it makes more sense since the dual personality was the result of a scientific experiment, not an attribute that runs in a lineage) and that Jackson was being experimented on which resulted in him having the fire element.

There on 4437 Morris Mcghee Blvdina, inside a mansion the color of parakeet – the Jester Mansion – were three boys. Quiet as a mouse and so still, you might have mistaken them as a part of the tall statue decors that littered the house. Who were these boys? Why, they were Jackson, Heath and Gil of course. The trio had been sitting in Jackson's bedroom in silence for the past three hours now; they sat in a circle on the floor with a mountain of stone piled up in front of them – What used to be Clawd Wolf.

[…Flashback]

Was this an earthquake? Was New Salem under attack? Gil's mind raced trying to make sense of what was happening. Once he felt the tremors under his feet, Gil had turn back towards the guys. He quickened his pace once he saw the floors ripping apart, and all but jumped out of the side door of the building as it came crashing down. Heading towards his friends, he noticed a statue in front of Heath and Jackson and Deuce storming off.

He had to warn them about whatever the heck was going on but before he could cry out, a powerful quake shook him to the ground hard, leaving a crack in his fresh water helmet. He desperately tried to hook his claws into the ground to keep himself from moving and further damaging his helmet, less he suffocate to death.

He heard the cries of his friends and the sound of something shattering to the ground. It seemed that as soon as the chaos had started, it was over. Gil didn't move though until he heard Jackson and Heath's panicked voices. Trembling from the shock of what happened, he crawled towards them.

"Guys!" He said, "What just happened?"

"I don't know", Jackson whimpered, "I.. I don't know… But Clawd is dead."

"What!?"

"Deuce turned Clawd to stone because he thought he and Cleo were going behind his back. Whatever the hell just happened, sent him crashing to the floor…"

Gil stood up and ran over to the scattered remains of stone, and… oh god… he could make out a piece of a hand and an ear but it was nearly impossible to tell that what was in front of him had been Clawd.

"This can't be happening, pleased tell me that this isn't happening!" It was Heath, his body was starting to turn into flames, wildly spreading out.

"You need to calm down Heath! You'll burn us alive!"

"Look at him!" Heath cried, "What are we going to do?"

Jackson spoke up, "We're going to… we're going to fix this okay?" he gave his friends a determined look, despite feeling the urge to vomit. "We're going to fix this." He repeated, attempting to calm himself.

Heath snatched his letterman jacket off and tossed it to the ground. Silently, he began to pick up pieces of Clawd and stack them together in a pile on top of it. He focused himself entirely on the task, picking up each piece carefully. Gil and Jackson watched him in silence for a few minutes before quietly joining him. None of them knew how long it took but it was near dark by the time they were finished.

Standing, Jackson took his keys out his pocket and clicked the button on his cars remote, the sounds of his Chevy Camaro revving to life.

"Come on, we're going to my place."

Carefully, all three of them picked up and edge of Heath's jacket and shuffled over the Jackson's car; Heath and Gil sat in the back with the jacket in their laps, knuckles white from holding on to the edges to secure all the pieces of their fallen friend.

Once in the driver seat, Jackson didn't bother with a seatbelt, he just slammed on his gas pedals and raced home. None of them had even noticed the tears that were falling from their eyes.

[...End Flashback]

Gil cleared his throat, signaling for the attention of the others, "Are we going to talk about this, or are we just going to stare?"

"Stare."

"Heath… Let's be serious."

"No, I am serious.", Heath said, looking and sounding somber for the first time in a long time.

"Clawd is… Clawd is technically dead right now… It's one thing to have been turned to stone, because we could've hunted down a cure, but look at him!" He gestured wildly over the chunks of stone.

"He's broken. He's too broken to just put him together. This isn't the kind of thing you can just tape up or fix in a lab… And the only people who can help are Deuce, who's the one who turned him into a statue in the first place and maybe Ghoulia who would have to inform his family that their son is dead and we're to blame! So yeah Gil", Heath ranted off, "I think for now that staring at our best friends remains and coming to terms with all of this isn't entirely an awful idea."

Gil reached his hand over to Heath to give him a reassuring squeeze, dolefully he said, "Look man, I understand that this is some heavy shit. But I don't… I can't just sit here and look at him like this, we have to find a way to help him."

Heath shook his head, "That's impossible."

"We're monster high, doing the impossible is kind of our thing." Said Gil

"Now's not really the time for gimmicky quirks." Heath sighed. Turning towards his cousin he asked him what their next move should be.

"You're asking me?!" said Jackson.

Heath groaned, "Look, you know that I may come off as a bit of an ass towards you sometimes."

"Sometimes?"

Rolling his eyes, Heath continued, "But I won't deny that you're the smartest guy in the group and one of the most sensible. So yeah, I'm asking you. The only other person we could look for help is smashed to pieces."

Jackson shook his head, "I don't know what to do. My mind is still not fully comprehending what happened… We went out for lunch, had a good time and then… the argument, half the school falling apart, and Deuce has gone rogue. This is too much… We're in over our heads."

"You're right", Gil responded. "About everything… But I can't just sit here. Even if I have to figure it out on my own, I'm no leaving Clawd like this, not without trying. He has never let any of us down; don't you think it's only fair to repay that?"

Jackson groaned but stayed silent; Gil was right of course – ethically speaking. But what was a fire elemental, a dual personality and a fish going to do? This was way out of their abilities. What they needed was basically some kind of wizard and where they to find that? In his basement?

Wait a minute… the basement!

"I'm going to ask my mom for help" said Jackson suddenly, his eyes glowing with his newfound solution.

"Your mom?" Gil asked. For as long as he knew Jackson, he wasn't aware that he had a mother.

"You cannot be serious right now", Heath said, "Your mom?"

Jackson took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, oh boy, he knew where Heath was going to go with this and he was not in the mood for it.

"Your mom's a normie-"

"Let me stop you there" Jackson said, raising a hand in front of his cousin, "Sable is a scientist with three damn PHD's. And since the wedding, she's also your aunt, so I'd appreciate it if you got off my back with the normie bullshit while I'm trying to save our best friends life!"

Gil sighed, "Guys… this is really not the fucking time for this."

"Oh right, make me the bad guy" Heath said, smacking Jackson's hand out of his face, "First of all, I freaking love aunty Sable, so don't even. Secondly, I wasn't trying to be prejudice. I was trying to say that this isn't science! Aunty S can have all the degrees in the world, but this is beyond normie comprehension. This is magic; strong, ancient Greek magic. This isn't like making Frankenstein. Neither your mom or dad can fix this."

"Okay, so what exactly do you think we need?" Gil asked.

"We need a witch", Heath answered, "The best solution to this would be to ask Medusa herself, but none of us have her number and since we can't look at her, it'd be hard to get much done."

"Not to mention we'd have to bring all of Clawd over there" Gil said, "It took us forever just to get him here. I don't think all of the pieces we managed to get could survive another move."

"We don't have to move him" Jackson said, "Mom is a self-made witch."

Gil and Heath snapped their necks at him, "What?!"

"What? You really think a genius with that kind of body married my dad without a few misplaced marbles herself? She should be in the lab in the basement, come on!"

-[le backstory]-

Dr. Sable J. Hyde was smart as she was beautiful. She was entering her forties but looked like she just graduated college. She was poised, elegant and well-spoken with enough degrees and certificates to live several lifetimes with a different career.

She and Jackson's father, the infamous Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde, were complete opposites. Where his father only owned white button downs with brown or black slacks, she dressed in bright, colorful dresses and had an array of shoes that could fill the mansion two times over. He was an introvert and she had the social skills of a high-class socialite. Where he was combed perfectly to the tee, the same way every day, her hair was let loose in a wild, curly afro with a new color streaked on the tips every month. This month was pink.

Despite the differences with her husband, Sable and Jackson got along very well. In fact, all his good memories were with Sable. Even with a horde of maids and butlers, she always washed and folded his clothes for him, she drove him to school, cooked his favorite dishes and she always made time to sit and eat together.

The year of his thirteen birthday, he had his first real mother's day; he gave her a homemade certificate that accredited her as a "bonafide mother" (it's still hung up in her lab, right next the awful portrait her made of her) and began to call her mom. Jackson never knew his birth mother but he knew that his father had killed her.

On multiple occasions, he would ask his father about what his mother was like, he would never respond but he would grin like a mad man. Once, he asked his father if he missed her.

"My boy, how unfortunate that you misunderstand me. I never loved that wretched bitch. But he did. And oh, how he tried to keep her a secret, but I found out. Oh, yes I did, for as you know, nobody can keep a secret from me. Perhaps one day when he is around, you can ask him for yourself."

And he did. It would take him almost nine months to meet Jekyll, as Hyde never liked having the Doctor around, but when Jackson saw his father, he knew immediately that it was Jekyll in control and he had asked him eagerly to tell him what had happened to his mother.

It had been Jekyll who had fallen for her. It was during a time that Hyde hadn't known that consuming too much alcohol was diluting the chemicals inside the body. So Jekyll would rise to surface while Hyde was left in a drunken stupor, unaware that he was not in control. She worked at a flower shop near the bar Hyde would frequent. Jekyll had known her from before the accident, as he would frequent the boutique for flowers to mash into formulas.

Her name was Anna and Jekyll had happened upon her when she closing, he walked her home and soon it became a tradition to walk her home every Tuesday when Hyde drank himself to oblivion.

He eventually fell in love with her and began a relationship. He managed to keep it a secret from Hyde by laying low in their combined subconscious. But somehow… Hyde found out. To this day Jekyll never knew how, but he had a feeling that Hyde was only half drunk one night. Nonetheless, almost a year later Anna would become pregnant. Knowing that his disorder could mean harm to Anna and the baby, he informed Hyde, who told him that he knew all along.

During Anna's pregnancy, Hyde had allowed for Jekyll to stay as the dominant personality.

"I knew something had to be amiss but I was so ecstatic to be in control of myself again, to be with the woman I loved for as long as I wanted."

Hyde was excited though, to be welcoming a child – his child – into the world. Shortly after Jackson was born, Hyde had kidnapped Anna and had her tortured nightly for weeks. As the dominant personality, he could keep his actions a secret from Jekyll but one night, he allowed Jekyll to know. It was the same night he brutally murdered Anna and left Jekyll to see what was left of her remains. The next day, Hyde moved to Texas with his near two-month old son.

And that is where Jackson would grow up. Or something like that. The first eight years of his life were spent being prodded and poked at in an underground lab, built underneath his house. His father – Hyde – was hell bent on recreating the serum that created him to turn his son into his prodigy. The experiments never worked (or so it seemed) so Hyde decided to spend the next seven years' home schooling him to be a high intellectual during the day and training him to be a killer at night.

During those years, Jekyll would become a more prominent figure in Jackson's life, providing the only source of sane in the house. Due to Hyde's "hobbies" and love for the luxurious life, Jekyll was in charge of providing the finances through his scientific research. Because of the limited use of time and control over his body, Jekyll had hired an assistant who he worked with through email.

Jackson remembers seeing Sable in person when he was nine years old. She had come to help Dr. Jekyll in putting the final pieces to create a cure for polka dot fever.

Jackson would always sneak and watch her work. One day when she caught him, she allowed him to help her with her work and he became her "lab partner". She taught him chemistry and biology, and her patience and adoration for him left him wishing that she could stay forever. Speaking of chemistry, it was clear to even a young Jackson that sparks were flying between Dr. Jekyll and Sable. Of course, Hyde wasn't going to like that.

Hyde was a deformed sociopath. He didn't, no he couldn't love anyone. He knew that Jekyll was falling for her and that Jackson was getting attached. He couldn't allow for some bitch to take away all he had worked for, so he plotted to get rid of her. One night, when she was getting ready to leave, he snuck up behind her, his large hands clasped at her neck, attempting to strangle her death. Unbeknownst to him, Sable knew about Hyde and had already been aware of his intentions.

Furthermore, on that, she had been prepared for a moment like this and had beaten him off, knocking him unconscious and then holding him hostage in his own torture room. Jackson sat in awe as he watched Sable abuse Hyde for days, forcing him to transform to Jekyll and back at her command. When she had all but left him for dead, she released him.

"I may not have another personality but I do have a horrid side that you should stay clear of. Let this be a reminder to you should you attempt anything stupid."

She was wearing red bottom heels that day. To this day, Jackson recalls the confident sounds of her heels clicking away as Hyde grasped for air at his feet. That day and every day since, whenever two o' clock came and she was at the door, so was Dr. Jekyll, until eight o' clock when she left. Hyde dared never to cross her path again.

Jekyll never spoke about that incident but since then, he openly began a relationship with her. When he asked her to marry him three years later, she said she would only with the approval of Jackson and Mr. Hyde. Surprisingly enough, Hyde was more than welcoming to making her his bride, so long as she was open to showing "love" to the both of them. Jackson was sure that Hyde was incapable of love, but it was clear that he respected Sable and addressed her role as his wife by always calling her "Dear" or "My Love". It was also clear through this marriage that he was as much of a masochist as he was a sadist and took pleasure in unlocking Sable's dark side – but this is for another time.

So there you have it, Dr. Sable J. Hyde: The bride of Jekyll and the lover of Hyde.

-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Come in!"

Jackson strolled into the science lab with the others tailing behind. As soon as they stepped in, Gil couldn't help ooh-ing and aah-ing as he crossed the room. The lab was enormous and had a modern high tech look compared to the rest of the Victorian style mansion. It was a bright white, with lights so luminous, one could surely go blind from looking at them too long. Tables adorned with test tubes, jars of eyeballs, microscopes, burners, syringes and more. And there were all kinds of knick knacks – like a gigantic plasma globe – were scattered around the room, mostly for décor than for functional use.

"Hey mom", Jackson called out, "How busy are you right now?"

Nose deep in papers and notebooks, Dr. Sable lowered her glasses and gave her son a suspicious look, "Depends, how big did you screw up?"

"Why are assuming that we did something wrong?"

"I saw when you guys pulled up. The walking fish looked like he was going to pass out, Heath was crying and you threw up. Let's not forget the giant bags you all lunged in here. Then, you three stroll in, asking me for help? I'm clinically insane sweetheart, not stupid."

"Okay, okay so… we may have been sort of involved in a… accident of some kind and we need you to fix it."

"Well, there are over a thousand ways to get rid of a body, and I have enough supplies down here to do about nine hundred and seventy-two of them. Let's get to it."

Jackson made a face, "As much as I appreciate how you're willing to dispose a body for me, that is not what I'm asking for. We need you to bring somebody back to life."

"This is more up Dr. Stein's field. Would you like me to give him a call?"

"No!" Heath shouted, "He can't find out!"

Startled from the sudden outcry, Sable looked up and finally saw how skittish the boys looked,
"What? Why? Jackson, what did you do?" Sable demanded.

"I didn't do anything… Deuce did. But it was because of this… look, it's a long story but Clawd was turned into stone and then he fell on the ground, smashing into a gazillion pieces and - "

"Can you help him?" Gil asked, cutting off Jackson, "Can you save our friend?"

Dr. Sable turned her head back to the goob that was on her desk, plucking a piece with a pair of tings and putting it on a petri dish. The boys waited in high anticipation of her answer, but she remained silent, squeezing up a purple liquid in a syringe and injecting it into the goob.

When she finally responded, she said "I can't give you a definite answer, but I'll see what I can do. Where are his remains?"

"Upstairs in my bedroom."

"Lead the way then."

In Jackson's room, Dr. Sable jaw nearly dropped at the sight in front of her. "How much damage did he sustain?! What did you boys do?"

"Nothing!" Jackson said, "He was turned to stone and then the tremors of the earthquake made him tip over and smash."

"Earthquake?" Sable questioned, "What earthquake?"

"Didn't you feel it? It wrecked the whole school and some of the property outside of it too."

Sable frowned, whatever shook the school was no earthquake she knew, but she kept that tibit to herself.

"Are you even sure this is him?" She said, going back to the problem at hand, "There are so many pieces, you couldn't tell the difference between what was your friend and what was debris." She walked around the pile of rocks formerly known as Clawd, eyes scanning for… what exactly? The boys didn't know.

"It was the son of Medusa who turned him, correct?" The boys nodded in response.

"I can fix him" Sable said, "but with the amount of damage done, your friend will not come back the same as he was before."

"What does that mean?"

"It means" Sable answered, "that the magic I will use on him might influence his humanity."

"What the hell Aunt Sable?!" Heath shouted.

"Heath, calm down." Gil ushered, but Heath was already too heated.

"So the only way to bring Clawd back is to strip him of the one thing that made him, him?! What kind of fucked up compromise is that? Why can't you just… fix him!"

Dr. Sable removed her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose. Calmly, she said "Because I'm only human. I don't have celestial blood, I'm not made from themysciran clay, I have no third eye to the darken realms. All I have, are books and test tubes. To replicate something strong enough to counter the original spell will take an immense amount of dark magic or sacrificing."

I use Alchemy, Heath. And for whatever I consume, I must give back tenfold. That means for the one life I revive, I'll have to offer about six. Do you have any idea what it will take to bring him back exactly the way he was before? That usually takes a soul or two. Tell me, are you willing to give up your soul?"

Heath didn't say anything, instead he clutched his fists and with all his strength punched the wall. This whole thing was too much, and it just wasn't fair. He knew Sable wasn't to blame, but he was frustrated and tired. Sensing the building tension, Jackson turned to his mother, "Is there any way to prevent Clawd from losing too much of his humanity?"

"Not that I know of, but your father might. Jekyll has managed to keep his humanity all these years despite the fact that he should've lost it years ago. Perhaps, he'll have a solution, but in any case, I need you three to think about what happens if he can't help. Do you wish for me to proceed with the ritual or do you not? You need to decide now."

Jackson nodded and turned to face his friends, "What do you guys think?"

"I think this is all fucked up." Heath responded bitterly.

Gil spoke up, "I'm stressed out and I'm emotionally exhausted from the last 24 hours. Let's just do it and figure it out along the way, that's we always do."

"We're damned if we do and damned if we don't", said Jackson, "You in, Heath?"

Heath slapped his hand against the wall, startling the others but he nodded in agreement, "Fine, whatever."

Dr. Sable clapped her hands, "Okay then, so let's get to it one problem at a time. Right now, we're going to have to glue him back piece by piece. If he's missing anything like an ear or a finger, I can replace it with one from the toybox."

Gil raised an eyebrow, "The toybox?"

"Don't ask", Jackson frowned, "Trust me, it's for the best."

Tossing her labcoat aside, Dr. Sable got on her knees and began shifting through the pile. "We're going to need more manpower… Jackson! Go tell the skeletons that we got work to do."

I apologize for any grammar mistakes and misspellings but I so wanted to update this. I still love MH, and I appreciate all you who are still sticking around with this story.