Jeff wasn't sure at what point it started to rain. He honestly could not remember whether it started when they had been driving or when they began searching all through the woods. The only reason he even remotely cared was because it was a cold rain, and he knew Jack was out there somewhere in it too. Poor little Jack, who was falling apart despite their best efforts to save him. Poor little Jack, who seemed to have been hit by the semi-truck that was manic depression. "Jack!" he yelled. He looked around desperately. Randy and Matt were out there looking too. Katie was watching Sid. Gil was now with Maggie.

Maggie. Her illness had distracted them from Jack. Not that he blamed her of course. It wasn't her fault that she had gotten sick. He did blame the cancer though. He blamed the cancer and the depression that had hijacked Jack and was driving him to the point of self-mutilation. Jeff understood that feeling perfectly. He had mutilated himself in the past, and he didn't mean by just cutting his wrists. There were other self-inflicted scars on his body, but they mixed in well with the scars Christian used to give him, so nobody knew the difference. Randy and Matt didn't even know the difference. They had seen some of them, but whenever they had asked, he had just blamed Christian. He hadn't told them that he had tried to scar himself up so Russ wouldn't find him so appealing anymore. He had hoped that if he was freaky and scarred, his uncle wouldn't want him anymore. It hadn't worked of course, and now he didn't even want to dwell on why he had done it for too long. He just wanted to find Jack.

"Jack!" he yelled again. "Jack where are you?" He was near tears at this point. Either Jack wouldn't or couldn't answer him. "Jack!"

"Jeff!" Randy yelled. "I've got him! I found him!"

Jeff quickly ran to the sound of his husband's voice, nearly running into Matt on the way. Randy was coming towards them too, and he was cradling Jack in his arms. Jack was shivering and shaking like a leaf, and the burns and cuts on his face looked so angry and sore, but at least he was alive.

"Oh God Jack," Jeff said. He hugged his son as best as he could while Randy was still moving towards the car. "Jack talk to me honey. Please just say something."

Jack shook his head. His eyes were shut tightly and he was possibly crying. It was hard to tell because the rain was getting in all of their faces, so they didn't know what was water and what was tears.

They got him into the car and then Randy started heading back towards the hospital. Jeff sat in the back with Jack, holding him tightly. "It's going to be okay Jack," Jeff whispered, stroking his son's hair and rubbing his back like Randy used to do when he had nightmares. "You're going to be okay. We're going to get you the help you need. You just need to stay strong for us."

Jack just buried his face into Jeff's chest. "Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"Were you like me?"

"What?"

"When you cut yourself? Were you like me? Were you sick in the head for no reason?"

Jeff sighed and looked up at Matt and Randy. They were looking back at him, clearly trying to tell him this was probably not the time to go into the subject. "No," he admitted. "I had a reason, but that's not important anymore."

Jack was silent for a minute. "I want to know anyway. Tell me why Daddy."

"Jack, I don't see how—"

"Just tell me!"

Jeff flinched, startled by Jack's sudden loss of temper. He took a deep breath, knowing that he probably shouldn't be getting into this at the moment, but not seeing another option. "I cut myself because my uncle used to sexually abuse me."

Jack took Jeff's hand and traced his fingers over the old scars on his wrists. He looked troubled by this news. "You remember Zach?"

"The boyfriend who you said hit you?"

"Yeah, that's the one. He said something about that once. I thought he was just being weird and creepy so I didn't believe him, but he said his biological father told him that you used to be abused."

Now Jeff was confused. "His biological father?"

"Yeah. I think the creep is getting out of jail soon. He's got a really weird name…I think the idiot actually calls himself Raven or something like that."

Randy nearly wrecked the car. "Raven is getting out of jail?"

Jack looked startled. "I guess so…Dad what's wrong? Why do you look scared?"

Jeff and Randy exchanged looks. If Raven really was getting out, Jack needed to be warned. Jeff sighed and decided he was going to have to be the one to say it. "Jack, there are a few things you need to know about Raven…"