Jackson's mind was floating lost in the black abyss…nothing he wasn't used to…the comforting feeling of nothing surrounded him. Was he dead? He couldn't be. He could hear a woman, her voice like angels singing to him to come back. He wasn't gone… he was right there. In this sweet abyss, he couldn't feel…it felt nice not to feel. Then his voice came…rough but sweet all at the same time. A voice he hasn't heard in three years. What was he saying again? No…he wanted to shout…he didn't want to see him…to much…it left him weak. The blackness started to turn…changing from the smooth nothing to a miserable nothing. Go away he wanted to shout…but nothing came from his lips. No words…no actions. He stood helpless as the lights rushed upon him to bring back the pain he knew would come. If this was death he wanted a refund! He heard a soft beep…almost like a heartbeat. His heartbeat? That beeping was pulling him from the blackness. He didn't want the light! He could hear the beeping grow faster as he panicked. "Jackson?" That male voice asked slightly panicked, "Jackson come back to us."

No…he didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay here and forget everything. Why should he go back? "Jackson please…we are so very worried about you," he cried. Jackson felt something touch him, but that wasn't right there was nothing here? Just him…no one else…nothing else.

Soon the light was so blinding Jackson shut his eyes, when the light cleared he slowly opened his eyes to reveal a tired looking fire elemental. "Father?" Jackson moaned out making the elemental jump and sigh in relief and sadness. "It's your uncle Jackson," he said slowly as he saw Jackson's eyes fill with tears. "No it is alright," He pulled Jackson into a hug which he fully returned. Why did they have to be twins?

"Shh…" he soothed, "you are fine…you are safe."

"Where am I?" Jackson asked not wanting to let go of his uncle. It has been to long since he has seen his uncle, he was afraid he would disappear just like his father.

"The hospital." He said slowly backing away from their embrace. "Holt seemed to get himself in a little of trouble…you have been out for three days."

Jackson fell back into his pillows straining his mind on how he got here. He remembered turning into Holt when he was fighting with his mother. "Holt did this to me." He stated angrily, when his uncle grabbed his wrist making Jackson's anger melt away. He forgot how it was like to have a father. Even if he wasn't his father…it was the best he has at the moment. The only person he really wanted to see at the moment.

"What was the last thing you remember?" He asked trying to get to the bottom of what really happened.

"I remember my mother wrapping my hands up and asking me what my trigger was." He said staring at the ceiling.

"So Holt was out for the rest of the time?"

"I guess…"

His uncle leaned back in his chair letting go of Jackson's hand when Jackson reached for it before giving up. His uncle placed his hand back down as Jackson grabbed it holding on to it as if it was his life line. He couldn't help feel himself start to shake. After all this time he his nephew was still hurting. Hurting more than ever…as much as he loved his brother's fiancé he couldn't help but hate her a little over how she treated her son. "Jackson do you care if I talk to Holt?" He asked quietly feeling him grip tighter on his hand.

"Why…he isn't going to want to talk." He moaned out, "All he wants to do is nearly kill me."

He leaned forward so he could reach Jackson's head. Smoothing out his hair like he saw Jackson's father do so many years ago, "He is hurting just as much as you. He was doing the only thing he knew to do."

Jackson turned away not wanting to face the truth. His uncle was right…Holt was more alone then Jackson was. "What if he hurts you?" Jackson said in a whisper.

His uncle chuckled, "I think I can handle a sixteen year old."

Jackson didn't say anything as he still had his back to him. "Did you father ever tell you about when he was younger?" He asked making Jackson turn to him confused.

"He did all the time."

"Did he tell you about the time he dangled me off a bridge because he thought I was trying to steal girlfriend?"

Jackson sat up a little more giving his uncle his full attention. "Your father was always a little hot-headed. It got better as he grew up, but at the time he was wild. He never listened to mother or father, always getting me and him into the worst kind of trouble." Jackson was surprised to hear this side of his father. He never saw that, his was father was a loving kind man that did anything to make sure his family was safe. His uncle chuckled as he saw the gears turning in Jackson brain. "Doesn't seem like we are talking about the same person right?" Jackson shook his head, "Why did he think you were stealing his girlfriend?"

Smiling he sat a little straighter, he continued, "Well what happened was. He met this girl from another school. She didn't know that he was a twin." He stopped and chuckled remembering his brother's face, "She came up behind me and hugged me and when I turned around she gave me a kiss. Well at that moment your father walked out seeing me and her, surprising the hell out of us both." Jackson was listening with a slight smile on his face. "Well you could have guessed he was not a happy camper. So he ran after me throwing fireballs at me calling me a traitor. It wasn't long he chased me to a bridge where he tackled me. He wanted answers on why, but me being me deiced to make a joke of my brother's anger. He grabbed me by my shirt and hung my head over the edge of the bridge." Jackson saw his uncle's eyes sparkle when he retold the story, "Finally I gave in and when he went to pull me up my shirt ripped making me fall backwards. Lucky he was standing so close because he caught me right when I cracked my head on the side of the bridge fracturing my skull." He leaned back, "that was a fun conversation when I woke up."

Jackson chuckled as he could picture his grandparents scolding them. "Why are you telling me this?" He asked getting to the real reason. No one ever explained something like this unless they had a reason…well to him they did.

He sighed, "The reason is, there will be a time were you will hate someone so much that all you want to do is hurt them or never talk to them. But even after your father did that to me I still loved him very much, I never once tried to hurt him back…well I mean I did get my own revenge, but that was because we both were rotten to the core." He laughed when Jackson chuckled. "As for you and Holt," He said getting serious again, "You both need to learn to at least like each other. There is no escaping one another, so might as well make it as pleasant as possible. You will fight…and you will hate him, but he will feel the same way." Jackson looked at his knees not really wanting to believe his uncle. "But at the end of the day, you both need to be able to live with each other."

Jackson let that sink in. His uncle was right…as much as he hated to admit it. "Are you sure you will be able to talk him down?" Jackson asked not wanting to go back. He was afraid where he might wake up again.

"I think I can handle your alter ego…I mean if he is anything like your guys father that is." He smirks as Jackson laughed as his uncle pulled out his phone and handed Jackson his headphones off the table next to the bed. "It won't be long."

Jackson placed on the headphones letting the music bring that same burning feeling through him, it was a lot more comforting then he remembered.

Holt opened his eyes to see the face of his father, "Dad!" He shouted grabbing the man into a hug; he let the tears flow from his eyes…not caring who saw him. His mother told him he was dead…but there he sat alive and well.

"Holt…" the man said pulling Holt off of him and making him sit back in the bed, "I am not your father."

Holt laughed, when he noticed his voice was different. Everything seemed wrong. Who was this man sitting there, "Who are you?" He said in a deadly tone lighting his hands on fire.

"I am your uncle," He said calmly as Holt glared and tried to get out his bed when he noticed that he was attached to machines.

"I have no family!" He shouted as his uncle as he grabbed him pulling him back down on the bed. "Holt please calm down…everything will be alright." He soothed as Holt tried to push him away with a scared look in his eyes. "Please…just listen to me. Your father-"

"No! You lie to me! You will use me like everyone else!" He yelled with true fear in his eyes. His uncle didn't know what to do…he just held Holt down as he caught his hands on fire trying to burn the man holding him. Crying out Holt finally gave in, there was no escaping it. Why did this man have to look like his father…his father was the only happy memory he had. Now this person was going to ruin it. "Whatever you do…make it quick." He said in defeat, closing his eyes.

Holt felt hands leave his arms, slowly opening his eyes he saw him sitting in the chair. "I won't hurt you and I am not lying to you. Your father had a twin brother," he placed his hand over his chest, "me."

Holt just sat there, not knowing how to react to any of this information. He thought about trying to leave again. When the man started talking again, "I am sorry we never met before…but your mother was very over-protective of you."

Holt growled at the mention of his mother.

"I know it is still a touchy subject, but-"

"You can tell her to go die." Holt said interrupting him.

"Don't be like that," He scolded making Holt laugh.

"I do want I damn well please," he said through gritted teeth when his uncle slapped him on the arm.

"Ow!" Holt growled, only his father slapped him there when he got mouthy.

"Now that I have your attention, you will listen to me and not bad talk your mother."

Holt folded his arms and glared out the window where the sun shined through making him smile a real smile. "What makes you happy?" His uncle asked kindly seeing the smile Holt tried to hide.

"None of your damn business," Holt snapped earning another slap. "Aw come on!"

"I will do it until you learn not to back talk me."

Closing his eyes he tried to hide the happiness he felt with this man. He might just be his uncle, he reminded him so much of his father.

"Sorry…" he mumbled out. Getting a grin from his uncle, "that is quite alright."

"Are you going to answer my question?" His uncle asked watching Holt chew his lip.

"Workin' the D.J. booth…" he whispered, "music is my life."

Holt was just looking at the afternoon sky taking in all in when he talked to his uncle.

"Where did you learn to D.J?" His uncle asked when he saw Holt tense.

"I…don't… wanna to talk about it." He whispered again.

His uncle placed his hand on Holt's shoulder as he got up. "Its fine…you can tell me when you are ready…but remember one thing. You share a body with someone…he is your family just like I am yours. You may have just met me, but I feel like I have known you your entire life, which I have." He stopped as Holt focused somewhere else, "I love you like my own son…no matter what happens, no matter how rotten you act." Holt smirked, "you will always be accepted into this family."

Holt didn't say anything. He didn't like the idea of Jackson being his family, but it was kind of hard to deny him, especially when there was no music playing. Maybe he could try to not act out so much. He felt kind of bad knowing he was the one that landed them in the hospital, again. When he remembered the scars on his arms, "did Jackson tell you about his cuttin' problem?"

His uncle gave Holt a sad look before retaking his seat, "I have known for years…that is why I was so worried about you when your mother took you away from us."

Holt made a fist, slowly hating Jackson a little more, "you better tell him to stop. I don't like these scars linin' my arms."

His uncle gave Holt a sad smile, "you both deal with emotions differently, but yes I will talk to him. Promise."

Holt gave him a nod before he yawned.

"You should get some sleep."

"I don't want to miss the sun," Holt slurred out when his eyes started to close. He heard his uncle chuckle, "it will be there tomorrow, promise." Holt felt a hand go to his headphones pulling them off as he closed his eyes.