I just love working on this. Thanks, darlings! Yes, poor Jeff is in Hell of all places. Thanks, NeroAnne, we all like Ian. Ian: I like nobody. Aww, he's flattering meh again! I iz that nobody! I KNOW! Oh, reminds meh, *kisses Steven*. XP!

4 – Every Kiss

Matt sighs as he watches Chris and Adam make out in the backyard, Chris is on Adam's lap, huddling up towards Adam before he lays his head on Adam's shoulder.

They make a beautiful couple.

They really do.

But Matt can't help but feel this nausea when he watches him and he thinks of Jeff. He knows that he has Jeff back but at the same time, it's not really Jeff, it's Amelia, too. And Amelia's married and he's just finished helping Aaron building a little bit of the car, trying to maintain a smile as Emma runs over to Matt.

"Matt! Matt!" her voice is out of desperation as her eyes water with tears.

"Yes, Em Gem?"

Even her little nickname doesn't make her giggle anymore which sends a bang of nervousness building up in Matt's stomach, 'Mommy is gone! She's gone! My Mommy is gone!"

"What?" Matt stands up and follows her back into the house, the sweaty, tired eighteen year old suddenly all spiked up with energy as he moves towards the room, his heart banging with fear and horror as he looks around the room. He might've almost said 'Jeff' but instead calls for Amelia. "Amelia? Amelia?"

He looks around, from the bathroom, around the house, and then stops when Jace is staring down at him.

"What had you done with my Amelia?"

"Nothing!" Matt exclaims, his mouth open with a gap of horror.

"I know you did something, you insane little bastard! I know it! Things always go wrong in this house because of you!" with that, Jace balls his hand towards a fist and punches Matt's stomach, making him cringe but Matt, with anger and fury powering him, punches Jace's stomach as hard as he could've. "You little bitch—"

"Stop it!" Emma exclaims, her eyes burning with tears.

"Come on, Jace; stop…the kid's watching…" Matt says, picking up Emma who now struggles to get out of his grip, suddenly scared of the boy that she used to come for solace and Matt puts her down, horrified and terrified at Emma's reaction.

"What's going on?" Aaron walks inside of the house, sweaty.

"The kid did something to my Amelia!"

"I-I-I didn't!" Matt stutters, his eyes burning with pain and desolation. "I've been looking for her, too! And Aaron, I've been with you the entire time, please—"

"Yeah, he's right, Jace. He's been with me."

"Why doesn't anyone believe me?" Matt whispers, pushing Aaron out of the way and walking back towards his room, sitting down onto his bed and running his finger through his hair then he hears the sound of Aaron walking inside.

"Look, Matt—"

"I don't wanna go to another foster home! I-I'm happy here, 'he's almost sobbing. He's so damn happy here. Right.

"Look, Matt," Aaron starts again, looking at his pale face. "It's nothing personal. We're just very worried about you. We think that another home may be better for you. You've been here an entire year and we don't see any progress."

"Give me some time! I swear! I'll progress! Please! Just don't make me go through this all over again!" Matt exclaims in desperation and Aaron nods his head, sighing before standing up and kissing Matt's forehead then walking out, leaving Matt alone with his thoughts. Jeff's missing. He might potentially go into a foster home—and probably would. The only thing that had been slowly fixing him is now scared of him—Emma…

And now, he's alone to try not to cry.

Match has walked into Jeff's room, bringing a tray of too burned spring rolls and sitting down. Match works in the kitchen and Jeff sometimes helps him because he can't attend the classes.

Ian stops by and Jeff finds himself growling at him.

"Oh, hello darling," Ian slaps Jeff's ass, making Jeff shut his eyes tight.

"Don't you already have a girlfriend?" Match reminds him, eating one of the rolls. For some reason, Match isn't afraid of Ian and Match has seen Ian afraid before, the Devil has a tough childhood and a harsh father and he's turn out the same way, cold and icy, Cloven doesn't really visit much but when he does, Ian still feels that slight bang of fear that Match can see. Only Match.

"Yeah, she's pregnant with my daughter and she's also very anorexic." Ian replies dryly, rolling his eyes.

Jeff gasps. "Oh my…is she alright?"

"You're in Hell now, Jeffery…" Ian laughs, chuckling darkly. "Things like this happen everyday. Hell, my Amelia has a plastic hand, doesn't she?"

Jeff looks down at his arm and nods his head. He hasn't really paid attention to his body but he feels completely and utterly stupid for missing an entire plastic arm. "Firecrackers. What can you do? The French little girl lost her entire arm because of a firecracker. Poor thing, no? And Match…Match died at 12."

"12?" Jeff repeats, horrified, eyes widened.

"Amelia died at 16 and Match died at 12."

"Amelia's…dead?"

Ian nods his head, 'here's the poor of the Devil. I reincarnated her as one of my toys, didn't I? And you will learn that she also has powers. She can make a fire when she's mad…um…you can make a fire when you're mad. Even if you're in this body, you still have her inside of you, no?"

"I…I suppose."

"Your body is like an extra layer over Amelia's."

"I'm not giving you my soul, Ian."

"Do you want her to die? Do you want poor Amelia to die all over again? To suffer the great loss of pain after she'd gotten Jace back for that one time? You have Matt back, no? How does it feel like to have him ripped away from you again? Do you want our poor, sweet French little girl with a plastic arm and no family to get torn apart on the inside all over again?" Ian says to Jeff, making his eyes well up with tears all over again. Ian's hand runs through Jeff's chest. "You won't find a way out of here. Not when I'm watching you, no."

After Ian's left, Match and Jeff sit in the silence as Match pulls out a book. "Ever heard of Tulpas?"

"No. What are they?" Jeff raises an eyebrow.

"They're magical creatures that you make up. In a room, I'll put the symbols and we say the spell and we can make both you and Amelia have your bodies back. Hell, we can do anything with this."

"So, we make this up?" Jeff responds.

"Yes," Match sighs. "You make up the story and the room itself will make it so it happens but we're doing this in a mountain that has enough power to cover half of the world so as long as you don't cross the other side of the world, it will all pan out…but now, we have to get out of here…without Ian knowing."

"And how do we do that?"

"Get into Ian's room." Match sighs. "Do you know how to swim?"

"Sorta." Jeff responds.

"Well, we're going to swim out of here, darling."

"Oh, hey, Ian."

"Get out of my face, Match." Ian says, walking his dog that they bought. He doesn't show any affection to the animal but takes a liking to it because Ian's French dot makes him look like a cartoon dog in so many people's words.

"I need your room key."

"Why?"

"Because I need to get Isabella's clip, no?"

"If you must." Ian throws the key over to Match and Match nods his head to himself, his plan is stirring well…

Now that they're in Ian's room, Jeff can feel the nausea roll in the pit of his stomach as he looks at the broken glass wall of the room and the sea that's below them. "I'd hate to sleep on the floor."

Rolling around and then fall into the ocean to get battered. What a fun way to end your life.

Match took a deep breath as he looked at him. "He said that you still have Amelia's powers, don't you?"

"Yes." Jeff responds, remembering Ian's words and Match nods his head before he jumps up and in midair, before Jeff can scream, he turns into a bat, his childish peach body turning into a furry black bat with solidified brown eyes and he looks up at Jeff. "I'm one of Ian's toys so I can do this. And since Amelia's powers are yours. You can do this. Just close your eyes and imagine that you're a bat and you'll be one, fine?"

Jeff nods his head as he jumps, closing his eyes and trying to do as Match has told him and when it doesn't work, he tries again and again before opening his eyes…

SHIT!

His head bangs against rocks and blood seeps out of the back of his head before he feels Match lean down towards him in his 12 year old body.

"Hey, we need to get you on shore." Match says, his voice filled with concern as he tries to carry Jeff and shockingly, for the 12 year old's height, he's stronger than he looks and he pulls Jeff on his back before he goes deep into the water and starts swimming to the slightly far away shore.

Jeff's eyes start to drop… thoughts of Matt in his head.

With every touch, every hug, every kiss, this will be worth it. With just looking into Matt's eyes, this will all be perfect…

Review?? I don't think it's too bad, personally. But hell, that's just my opinion. Yours matters, too!

X Sam.