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Deuce and Holt pulled up to the New Salem Asylum. Holt looked sadly at the building he knew his mother was living in. He really hoped this wouldn't back fire.

"I have a small feeling you want me to wait in the car?" Deuce asked Holt who gave him a look making Deuce chuckle. "I will be here when you get back."

"How can I ever thank you man?" Holt said getting out of the car.

"You don't have to dude, you are my friend too." Deuce said making Holt chew on the inside of his cheek. It was nice to know that Deuce and their other friends weren't mad at Holt for doing what he did. They listened…Heath on the other hand…didn't want to listen. Holt tried his best to focus on why he was here. This was the only thing he had left; it scared him to think of what could happen if this didn't work. Holt wasn't perfect but neither was Jackson! It wasn't like he put the gun in Jackson's hand making him pull the trigger. Yeah Holt physically moved them there, but he didn't make Jackson do anything. He could have sat there and let Addey do what she wanted.

Shivering and clenching his fists as he thought about Addey touching Jackson…How Holt himself was stupid enough to let her touch him in the same way. How he…now wasn't time to be dwelling on the past. It was time to focus on the future that didn't seem to bright at the moment. Walking up to the large hospital looking building and through the automatic doors, the large white waiting room greeted him. There was a sweet looking lady sitting at the desk right next to double locked doors leading back to the patients.

"Hey," Holt said clearing his throat, "I am here to see a Sydney Jekyll."

She looked him over, "What is your relation?"

"I am her son." He answered earning a look of pity from the women.

"Jekyll or Hyde?"

Holt shook his head trying to understand why she wanted to know. "What does it matter?" He snapped.

She smiled, "Hyde it is." She grabbed the phone calling someone before Holt could say anything to this woman, "Holt Hyde is here to see his mother. Should I let him in?"

She nodded as she hung up the phone, "They will be bring your mother in visiting room three, you have as much time as you need, all I need is a signature right here." She handed Holt the piece of paper making him sign the places she pointed too. "Thank you Mr. Hyde." She said smiling a sad smile at him.

Holt walked through the large locked doors as she buzzed him in. Finding room three he sat down thinking over the reactions the women had towards him. He didn't understand…was something more wrong with his mother then he thought? He stood up as the door opened revealing a tired looking Sydney Jekyll. Her face brightened at seeing him, "Holt!" She yelled pulling him into a hug which he returned not wanting to hurt her feelings. "It has been to long look at you!" She took a step back noticing something was wrong. He wasn't the same…there was something off about her son.

"What is it?" She asked taking in Holt's abnormal quit behavior.

He moved his mother to the seat across the table making her sit down as he took the opposite. He started explain everything that happened in the past few days. She listened closely only interrupting certain parts like Holt not using anymore making her smile at him. It was nice to see her being proud of him. But that was short lived when he explained how he was going to scare Addey and Mik into leaving him alone when it back fired. Leading Jackson to shoot Mik causing him to break down, of course his mother told him it wasn't all his fault.

Taking a deep breath he finished his story, "I don't see any other way to get him to listen. I just want him to come back…for more than just my sanity."

His mother gave him a sad looking placing her hand over his, "Jackson has always been quick to lock himself up, it isn't healthy to deal with emotions like that, but you are loud with them. Jackson on the other hand it not."

"How does that help now?" He said growling at his mother who raised an eyebrow at him.

"It doesn't…do you still have your recording you did after it was all done and over with?"

He handed her his phone as she set it to record, "Now I want you to explain everything again…this time how life has been without Jackson."

Holt did as his mother asked. It wasn't hard to explain from his point of view what happened…he did it so much, but when it got to the part about living without Jackson. He felt a lump form in his throat. His mother smiled at Holt setting the phone down, "Sweetie…we will fix this one way for another, but now I am going to ask you to let Jackson out."

"He won't stay out to long." Holt said angrily, "he will place the headphones back on."

"Not if he doesn't have them." She said walking next to him motioning him to switch out.

Jackson didn't get to take in his surroundings when someone grabbed his headphones from him. He reached for them to see his mother holding him back, "Jackson you will stay out until you and I had a serious talk!" She said sternly getting Jackson to blink a couple of times trying to bring his sluggish mind to catch up to where he was.

"Mother?" He asked when he heard her giggle.

"Of course sweetie," She hugged him as he pushed her away.

"Why am I here?" He said in a scratchy voice from lack of use. "I don't want to be here…why can't he give up?" He sat on the floor pulling his knees to his chest.

His mother sat across from her son grabbing his hands. "Jackson listen to me…you can't do this."

"Why not?" He yelled at her, "It is either this or I will…" Jackson trailed off, "He betrayed me."

"He didn't betray you."

"How do you know?" He said forcefully making his mother give him a look making him sink down, "Sorry..."

She sighed, "What is the other choice to not being out?" She asked fearing the answer when Jackson tightened the hold of his mother's hands.

"Death…" He laid his head in his knees, "I can't live with knowing I shot someone…or the fact that Holt could have killed them!"

"Jackson Jekyll don't you dare make me bury my sons!" She said sternly at him making him flinch at her stern tone. "I will not have you do that to me!" She pulled him close despite his protests, "You are so damn stubborn."

Jackson protested that idea by prying his mother off him, "I am not stubborn mother! It is the fact that Holt makes choices that can get us killed! I don't see you yelling at him!"

She stayed where she was taking deep breaths, "I have yelled at him…I have tried to get him to see reason…but nothing worked until you both found out about each other. I should have told you both when you were thirteen, but your father's death kind of put a stop to that."

"This isn't about when you told us anymore!" He shouted getting up running his hands through his hair. "It is about Holt lying to me! Saying he was changing when he wasn't!"

"Oh dear, you really need to check your phone!" She said getting up and tossing his phone to him, "There are two messages from him. One from the night of and one from a few minutes ago, Holt may not be perfect…but neither are you mister."

Jackson watched the videos feeling a guilty feeling over come him. All Jackson worried about was himself…he didn't even stopped to think that Holt was really trying. It pained him to know that he did all this to him. Holt was right, Jackson was stubborn. Stubborn and selfish…All Jackson cared about was his life. He never once stopped to think of Holt and all he was doing was thinking about Jackson. How stupid Jackson was for even…thinking he blamed him shooting someone on Holt. Yes, it was Holt's fault they were there…but he didn't put the gun in Jackson's hands. He didn't make him pull the trigger…As much as Jackson hated that fact about himself, it was for self defense. He had many ideas of what Addey wanted from Jackson…whether or not he wanted to give it willing or unwilling.

"Now do you understand…?" His mother said moving closer to Jackson as he sat in the chair, "Holt only wanted a better life for you both. He did the only thing he knew to do."

Jackson sat with his head in his hands shaking. How could he be so…selfish…Holt may not be the best person in the world…but he is all Jackson has, a person he has to be able to trust with everything! "How can I be this way…to ignore him like that…?" Jackson felt tears form in his eyes as his mother walked over to hold him.

"I know you are still mad at me…but Holt is a person you should trust…that's why I wanted to wait to tell you. I wanted you both to grow into respectable adults with your own sense of self." She took a deep breath and held her head for a second before continuing, "So you didn't fight over who was the real one…even with me telling Holt he was the alter…he still kept a sense of self."

Jackson hugged his mother, "I am sorry for everything."

She smiled stroking his hair out of his face, "You shouldn't apologize to me."

Jackson nodded as he handed his phone to his mother so she can record him. Taking the headphones from his mother he switched back out to Holt.

Holt waited expecting to hear Jackson when nothing came…all he heard was the music. "I can't hear him?" Holt started to panic afraid something happened with his mother handed him his phone. Watching it he smiled seeing that shine in his other's eyes. "About time there Jackie."

Holt stood up hugging his mother, "Thanks mom, I am sorry if this was hard for you."

She shrugged, "Nothing can keep me from being a mother. Not even this." She pointed to her head, "Just don't shut me out."

Holt held his mother tighter…even after everything that happened between them she still was his mom. "I won't…I don't know about Jackson, but you still got me."

She felt tears form in her eyes, "Well you better let Jackson out so he can recover from being in for so long…plus you look exhausted."

Holt yawned feeling the emotion his mother said, "You are right." Jackson came out seeing his mother smiling at him as he stretched. "I guess I should head back home…" Jackson said looking around then groaning, "Holt drove my car."

His mother laughed sadly trying to keep herself together just long enough for Jackson to leave. "Well maybe you can help him out with his driving skills."

Jackson rolled his eyes, "My uncle hasn't been able to get through that thick skull of his to slow down and not run stop lights or sighs."

She giggled kissing her son on the check making him push her away not being mean just a normal teenage boy reaction, "Mother…"

"You best be going..." She stated moving him to the door as she started shaking; she was hiding how she truly felt at this point. She didn't want Jackson to see this.

"Bye mother…I'll see you soon." Jackson said walking through the door back to the front room. Taking a deep breath he walked past the lady he has seen before, "Good luck Mr. Jekyll." Was all she said when he ignored her. She told him that the hospital had a room already picked out for him and Holt. It was like they were trying to predict the future that both boys were fighting super hard against. "It won't happen," Jackson said walking out of the asylum looking around for his car when Deuce's pulled up to him.

"Need a ride dude?" He asked grinning at a confused Jackson.

"Holt didn't drive?"

"Nope your uncle drove him to school and he asked me to drive him here."

Deuce turned down his radio before Jackson got in, "so…" He started moving uncomfortably in his seat as Deuce just looked at him from the corner of his eyes.

"It's good to have you back." He said making Jackson feel ashamed of himself when Deuce slapped him on the back, "but next time just talk to me alright man."

Jackson chuckled uncomfortably, "So you aren't mad at me?"

"Oh I am furious at you, but there isn't really a reason to hold it against you."

Rubbing his arm Jackson looked out the window. "Sorry."

"I have a feeling you are going to be saying a lot of sorries."

"I know." Jackson said miserably as they pulled into his drive way making Deuce give him a look of concern.

"Don't worry I am sure they will be happy to have you back."

"But I wanted…" Jackson said playing with it his hands.

"I doesn't matter what you wanted to do before…It will be a long road ahead…but you aren't alone." Deuce said making Jackson feel slightly better. Holt wanted to do things by himself forgetting that he had people, but Jackson was the same way…not used to having people. It was nice to know no matter what he was loved. Jackson got out the car and walked to the door. Taking a deep breath he opened the door getting a shocked but tear filled look from Heath.