I drove everywhere I thought he may be, but no luck. I couldn't find him anywhere. Mekiah called me about an hour after I had been out looking.

"He's here," she told me, and I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived. "He's really bad, Mark," she whispered.

"What?! What happened? Let me talk to him. Please."

Silence, then a soft voice… "M-Mark? Please… come home. I need you…"

I drove as fast as I could. I made it home in about ten minutes. I burst through the door.

"JACK?" I yelled as I ran in the front door. "JACK!?"

He walked out of the kitchen, and I gasped in shock and horror. His face was bruised and bloody, his knuckles busted up. "Jack! What the hell happened?!"

Before I could say any more, he rushed to me and threw himself in my arms, sobbing. Jack was hurt, both physically and emotionally. He saw something, probably through Sean's eyes, and was powerless to stop it.

"It's okay, Jack… I'm here," I whispered to him as he sobbed into my neck. "I'm here, Baby…"

"Mekiah, can you please run upstairs and get the first aid kit from the bathroom?" She complied.

"Jack," Mekiah said softly, handing me the first aid kit, "can you tell us what happened?" I started treating the cuts on his face and knuckles.

"I… I'm not really sure…" he said quietly. "I remember last night. I remember pushing him out of me. And I remember going to bed with Mark," he told her, "but going to bed was the last thing I remember. The next thing I knew, I realized I was… Sean. I don't know how I figured it out, but I was able to see through his eyes. He was… "

Jack started sobbing again.

"It's okay, Jackaboy. You are safe with me now. "

"Sean was… beating someone… or something. I'm not sure which. I panicked for a minute, then I remembered my training. It was hard, Mark… It was so hard to fight him. He was so full of hatred and rage! But I did it, I fought him and I beat him and I got out. Once I was me again, I took a minute to figure out where I was and what happened. I was in a building, like an abandoned warehouse or something. Whoever I… he was fighting was on the ground, bleeding, curled in a ball."

"I don't think it was human, Mark…" he whispered.

"What happened after that?" I asked softly.

Jack glanced at Mekiah, then looked back to me. "I heard… Sarah." He lowered his gaze, then looked up at me with his sparking sapphire eyes. He was gorgeous. At that moment I was so in love with him and I felt so terrible for him.

"She was there, and she knew I was there. I heard her screaming my name! I looked for her, I called to her, I swear I did, and I followed the sound of her voice. She wasn't alone. I heard a man's voice, and I followed their voices to a door. By the time I got out there, I saw a black truck speeding away." He lowered his head. "I left the bloody… whatever it was, got in the car and came home."

Mekiah had tears streaming down her face. "Do you remember where it is? Would you be able to take us back to that place, Jack?" she asked softly.

He looked at her and simply said "yes."

Mekiah and I debated back and forth about whether or not we should leave now or wait. I wanted to wait because Jack was injured and scared. Mekiah wanted to go now in case Sarah was there. I reminded her that Sarah was taken away in a vehicle, and she may not even be there. Mekiah countered with the fact that she may be able to trace her psychic trail.

We ultimately left the decision to Jack. Both Mekiah and I looked at him, and a look of determination washed over his face. "Let's go," he said sharply, grabbing his phone, then heading upstairs to grab the knife that I keep in my dresser and a couple flashlights. He also grabbed the Book of Demons and the Book of Angels.

We piled in Jack's car. He said he knew where to go, and the way he was driving, I believed him. He turned his head to me, then took my hand in his. He squeezed a little bit and took a breath.

"Mark? Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, Jack," I answered. I knew what was coming.

"How did you… when did you learn to do that…? The angel thing I mean…"

I sighed. "I have been training myself this past year. I really just recently perfected it so I can turn on demand."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He sounded hurt.

I looked at him. He flashed his blue eyes at me quickly, not wanting to take his eyes off the road for too long.

"I didn't tell you because of Sean. If you knew I could do it, so would Sean, and that would have eliminated the element of surprise. Hell, for all I know, that single surprise last night may have saved my life."

Jack nodded in understanding. "Yeeh… that makes sense, I guess," he said. He was being too quiet… he wasn't being himself, and it was worrying me.

He drove to some city I had never been to. The area was run down and dirty, and the air smelled thick and stale. Jack pulled into a parking lot with a large building way in the back. The building had some windows that were broken and some windows with boards on them. There was a chain with a heavy padlock on the main door of the building, and the same thing on the back door, but the lock on the back door was broken off, the chain lying on the ground.

"This is the door I walked out of," Jack said, pulling the rusted industrial door. It stuck for a second, then groaned and made a loud SQUEEEEEEAK when he finally got it to open.

I took a breath and turned to Jack.

"I love you. Forever."

"And I love you. For always."

And I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my lips to his, kissing him deeply, and savoring the kiss that he gave me in return. Then, fists clenched and eyes closed, I dug down deep and channeled my angelic side. I felt the intense warmth in my belly, the strength start to flow through me, and the deafening roar that always rises in my throat during the change.

I opened my eyes, knowing they were shining their golden glow, and looked at Jack. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open, but he snapped himself out of it when I placed my hand on his cheek and stroked his face with my thumb.

"That was really cool! I didn't get to see you do that last night!" he whispered while a huge smile crept onto his face. I chuckled.

We crept inside with caution, being very quiet and on alert. Mekiah was 'tuned in' to her Spidey senses, and I had my angel awareness on full blast. Jack was the only one that didn't have a supernatural advantage, but we were okay with that. He could keep his shit locked up.

Almost immediately Mekiah perked up. She tilted her head as if she heard something, then started walking. All of my senses are hyper-aware when I am in angel form, but I couldn't see or hear anyone, so I trusted her instincts and followed her.

She walked through the building as if she had been there a hundred times, and went straight to a small room that looked have been a janitor or cleaning closet some time ago.

"She was here!" Mekiah whisper-screamed, eyes wide. "There is no mistaking the feel of her psychic presence. She was here recently."

"But she is gone now," Jack cut in. "I told you, they took her."

Mekiah tried to sense where she had gone, but when she cried out in frustration, I figured she had failed. We looked around a little more, but we found nothing at all to help us, so we headed home, defeated.