Mark groaned and rolled onto his side. His legs were all stiff from sleeping on his back with his legs tucked underneath him. Closing his eyes to the sunlight streaming through the open bay window he muttered to himself about how much of an idiot he was. He shouldn't have been surprised that Quinn had thrown him into one of her nightmare filled black holes. After a couple minutes of stretching his legs he sat up and looked around.

He noticed that Quinn had rolled up her sleeping bag and put it in the bag that was now sitting by the door. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He used the end of the bed to help him get up as he tried to figure out where Quinn would be. He glanced at the clock on the dressed in front of him and noted that it was only six in the morning. No wonder she was already up.

He left the room and quietly started down the hall, looking around as he went. The floor he was on was pretty much all walls and doors with some lights and paintings. A vase or bust was occasionally placed between two doors but besides that much the hallways didn't have a lot in it. When he reached the top of the large staircase he listened for a minute before continuing, a habit that he had adapted from Quinn. She trusted her senses more than she trusted anything (or anyone), and Mark had become a little bit like that, though not as much.

He reached the bottom of the stairs and noticed that a light was on in the kitchen. He walked over and saw Quinn sitting at the island walking with a cute, brown haired guy. Raising an eyebrow he stepped in and instantly Quinn turned around. Her eyes widened when she saw him. "Oh, Mark," she said, her voice full of genuine surprise. "H-Hey." Mark caught the stutter in her voice, the one she only got when she had been drinking. "Hi," he replied simply, moving to sit next to her. He looked at the brown haired boy with the giant smile on his face. "You must be Mark," the guy said. "Quinn's been telling me about you." He stuck out his hand. "I'm Jake Kitchener but you can call me Jake or Kitchie, everyone does."

Mark nodded slowly and carefully shook Jake's hand. "Yeah, nice to meet you too." He glanced over at Quinn, who was looking at her hands which were wrapped around a coffee mug. "Can I see your mug?" he asked. To Jake it would probably seem like he just wanted a drink, but what he really wanted was to see what was inside it besides coffee. Quinn bit her lip and looked at him out of the corner of her eye, then she got up and emptied the coffee into the sink. She came back and sat next to him, crossing her arms on the counter as she sat.

"You ok Quinn?" Jake asked. Quinn nodded and smiled, but Mark knew it was fake. "Y-Yeah, great. Just wasn't thirsty any-anymore."

"You could have given it to Mark, I think he wanted some." Quinn shook her head. "He doesn't like what I put in it."

"Maybe I would have. What did you put in it? The stuff in your water bottle?" Mark spotted Quinn's black water bottle sitting on the counter on her other side and he sighed. "So what's your power Mark?" Jake asked. "Quinn told me hers-"

"She told you hers?" Mark interrupted. Quinn was very secretive, especially when it came to her powers. Jake nodded and Mark realized that he was still smiling. "Yeah. She told me that she can control people's dreams and that's why they call her Nightmare, because usually she gives people nightmares." Mark nodded slowly. "Has she ever used her powers on you? I bet that would be scary depending on what she did." He glanced from Quinn to Mark, who looked at Quinn and glared. Quinn caught the look and bit her lip. "Mark I-" Mark looked back at Jake. "That's none of your business," Mark replied, his voice calm. Jake blinked once, looking a little startled, but then nodded. "Alright. You're right. I shouldn't be asking all these questions." He shrugged once. "Sorry guys." He flashed them a small smile before turning and busying himself with looking for something in the fridge.

Quinn took the chance to lean over and whisper in Mark's ear: "Mark I'm r-really sorry. B-But you know h-how I am."

"You could have stopped yourself."

"I-I know and I-I don't know why I didn't. Something j-just kind of takes over and I-I don't know how to. Please Mark. I am s-so so sorry. What can I do t-to make it up to you?" Mark locked eyes with her. "Stop drinking." Quinn blinked once and Mark could tell, even under her wrappings, that she had winced.

Jake turned around just then, oblivious to their conversation, holding a pitcher of milk. "It takes forever to find anything in there," he said with a dramatic sigh. "You want breakfast Mark?"

AN: Thanks once again to Mayday Parade for helping me getting through writing this. It look a little bit longer than usual due to... due to... I dont know. Me not quite knowing what to do. I know how I'm going to get Quinn to stay at the Institute I just need to figure out how to incorporate it... Just saying, and I should have put this in last chapter's AN, Caim is an OC that a friend of my created. So with that said...

Thanks again for reading! Love y'all!