I walked up the stairs at one in the morning with two glasses in my hand. Horribly, Demon-Jack decided he was bunking in my room. In ways I got a little excited because it was Jack... But then I remembered it wasn't my Jack. It was some possessed Jack that I really didn't need in my life at this minute. And he told me to get him some water as if I was his slave! I just gritted my teeth and walked out of the room to get him and myself water.

When I opened the door he was lying on my bed with–

"Where the hell did you find that?" I asked him.

I walked over and placed the two cups on the nightstand by my bed. In Jack's hand was a bouncy ball which he was throwing up and down. He had a bored expression. I was tired but couldn't sleep. Not while he was here. Not while he had my Jack.

He shrugged and threw it to the end of my bed and sat up. He still had his jumper off. He looked oddly bare without it on– underneath he wore a white t-shirt. His arms were skinny, but not in an underfed kind of way. More like: I'm strong but I don't want to be all muscly. It was almost hard to describe.

"It might interest you to know that I know a lot of Jack's deepest secrets... And desires," he said to me. He gave me a look that made me blush and want to scoot a little further away from him. "But of course, as always, Jack decided to be the gentleman." He leaned in closer to me and brought his voice down to a whisper. "Can you guess the type of desires he has?" My heart hammered in my chest as his lips brushed mine. "I can give you a hint: a lot of them involve you."

He kissed me. His lips were soft and moved in sync with mine. His hands moved to my waist and pulled me closer to him. He laid back down, still kissing me, and still pulling me against him. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest and run off on its own. Jack's lips trailed off of mine and made their way down to my neck. It felt so nice. When he went back to my lips I opened my eyes in alarm– I jumped away, grabbed a pillow and hit him.

"Stop. You're not really Jack," I said. My hands trembled and my heart was still racing.

Demon-Jack shrugged. "You enjoyed it," he replied. I scowled at him. "I quite enjoyed it too, to be honest. It's been a while since I've kissed a girl. Hm... The only person who wasn't enjoying that was Jack himself."

Guilt washed over me and I felt like crying. "Jack. I'm so sorry..." I shook my head. "W-why can't you just leave?" His eyes flickered from blue to black and it made me feel dizzy. "We all want Jack back. You... You can have Bribry. Just please give me back Jack."

"Why are you so willing to hand me over to your pet?" he asked. "I thought you loved your pet."

"I do love Bribry." My voice was a whisper, and I was trying to keep it level even though I wanted to snap at him and shout and scream at him to leave Jack and I alone. "I know you're not all bad." I didn't know that, but I had to believe that not everyone was completely evil. "And I know you would probably enjoy being in Bribry more."

"Well, Dear, you only have got it half right." He leaned himself up against the headboard. Was it just me or did he look tired? Not in an exhausted kind of way, but, as in just tired of all of this. He looked almost sad about something or other. "I'm not all bad, and I'm glad you noticed that. But you see, once you make a deal with the devil, there's no turning back."

"The devil?"

"Meh. I guess the Big Guy is close enough to being that than being an angel," he replied. He shrugged. "You guys aren't all that bad either."

"You were told we were?" I asked him.

"Well... Not exactly," he admitted. "But we didn't, or should I say, don't believe we're bad either. Sophie, sometimes you have to remember there's two sides to every story. You lot believe you are good because that's what you're told. That doesn't always make it so— however, in this case it might be a little true."

"Are you saying I should listen to the Big Guys story, whoever he is?"

"No. Jeez! Are you crazy?" he exclaimed. "He'd kill you the minute you walked into the room!" He smiled– it almost seemed like a genuine smile. "What I'm trying to say is: try not to judge me too harshly on my decision to... You know... Almost kill you. Or attempt to, anyway."

"You know, when you're not being a sarcastic idiot, you're actually an okay guy," I replied. He grinned at me. I still couldn't look him directly in the eye. It was beyond creepy. "But I really do want Jack back. If you take Bribry, we could still talk." I frowned when he looked away from me. "Why does this guy want us gone?"

"Beats me. Probably because he doesn't like any good in the world." Demon-Jack shrugged his shoulders. He took one of the glasses from the nightstand and drank his water. "Same story for every evil guy. Although, sometimes I do take pity on Pitch. He had a good life going for him for a long time..." Demon-Jack shook his head. "People make bad decisions and that seems to decide their fate for them, unfortunately. Now Pitch is in a cell under the ground."

"You're confusing me," I admitted.

"Look, Sophie, I'll admit it: I want to leave this body and I want to help you a lot. But, I'm a demon. It's in my veins to be bad. It's taking all of my strength and will not to kill you right now." A shiver ran down my spine. "And honestly, I would help if I could, but I'm bound to this guy like I'm bound to the otherworld."

I placed a hand hesitantly on his shoulder. He did look upset and I didn't want him to be sad. I cursed myself for feeling sorry for the demon that has taken over Jack. But this demon really didn't seem bad and I wanted to believe that he wasn't... Even if he did have a big urge to kill me.

"Maybe you should choose your own way," I said softly. "You've been told you are the good side of things and so have we. And we both believe that. So, here's me telling you: you can be good. And I believe that." I was hoping that if I kept on saying it, he might believe it and soon turn over to the good side. Maybe I was just kidding myself though. Things probably don't even work that way in their world. My world. Whatever it was.

"Thanks, dearie." He gave me a half-smile. He chuckled. "Jack is finally quiet for once. And that can only mean two possible things: he's either listening deeply to this conversation, or I've completely taken over his mind."

My heart race picked up. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him, panic building up inside of me. I felt suddenly sick. "Jack. Oh, god. Jack?" I shook him until I saw it: the flicker in his eyes. I could have cried in relief.

"Chill, sweetie. He's back." Demon-Jack knocked against his head and winced. "And as loud as ever. I don't think Jack's going anywhere for a while."

"You plan on keeping that body for a while?"

"Nah." He stretched and yawned. He leaned back in MY bed and closed his eyes. "Maybe just until morning."

I smiled. Did demon-Jack just say he was giving it back in the morning? I felt a sudden burst of happiness. I'd have my Jack back and then we could go kick some bad guy butt back in Ireland with Scathach. That lifted my spirits quite a bit.

I made a face as I slipped into the bed next to Demon-Jack. He must have realised how uncomfortable this made me as he pushed himself away so that he was against the wall and that there was space between us. I looked over at him for a minute. He opened his eyes and for once, I looked directly into them. I gave him a tired smile and he smiled back.

As I said: maybe he's not all bad. I did believe that with my heart and soul.

Blah! Sorry about the short chapters and the not so frequent updates! Summer! And for once I've finally got a social life (go me!) so I'm finding it harder to update all of my stories! D:

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