((This uh... This is also pretty depressing....))

Mark's eyes flick back and forth between the two men. One who was considered the good guy of the situation, one who could offer him a way out, who could help him get his life back, and the green haired Irish man, the one who he had loved, but still the one who ruined his life. Who dragged him into this hell.

The gun was cold in the black haired man's hand, the trigger tempting, his mind partially telling him to pull it, to shoot the Brit dead, but another part remembering who he was before, remembering how it felt to help people. The two voices fought in his head, one of them logical, using common sense, but the other only thinking with his heart.

The longer that Mark thought on it, the more he realized, as much as he did love Jack, as much as he wanted to protect him, he didn't have many options. If he killed PJ now, he'd never be able to live a normal life again, he'd always be on the run.

As thoughts race around the black haired man's head, the gun slowly lowers as the Brit's smile grows, his green eyes looking at Mark proudly.

"Good choice."

The Brit states simply as Jack watches the black haired man, hurt lacing his ocean blue eyes as he threatens to burst into tears, but he refused to cry. The Irish man doesn't fight as PJ grabs his arms, cuffing his hands behind his back and dragging him outside, however his blue eyes never leave Mark, silently begging the man to look at him, but Mark kept his head down.

As Jack is forced into the backseat of PJ's car Mark finally looks up, the look in his brown eyes making the Irish man's heart break in two. His chocolate brown eyes weren't guilty, not sad, instead they were filled with hate towards the green haired man who he now believed ruined his life, and this time, it's Jack's turn to lower his gaze. Simply sitting in the backseat, and forcing back his emotions, forcing back the pain, and pushing back tears that threatened to overwhelm him.

~~~~~~~~~6 months later~~~~~~~~~~~

Mark was happy once again. He was finally normal again. No more running, no more near-death experiences. He finally lived his old life again. Well, somewhat.

He no longer worked for the CIA, finding that job too much for him after all that had happened, hell they wouldn't accept him anymore. However, he did get a job as a local officer, still getting to help people, but not as risky as his old job.

Mark had moved back into his old house, happy to finally be able to sleep in his own bed once again. Yet, the house was always quiet now. Almost too quiet. With no one else to share it with it got lonely, and though Mark believed he made the right choice, his thoughts did always return to the green haired Irish man. The one Mark had loved dearly, those ocean blue eyes haunting his thoughts each and every day, no matter how hard he tried. Even now he wondered how he was doing, but refused to visit, it was for the best, at least that's what he told himself.

Things for Jack however, weren't good. He'd gone back to prison, back to his lonely little cell, however this time it was worse. He didn't even get the small window on the door anymore, no light whatsoever. Each day he sat in darkness. Of course his eyes had adjusted, but he wished they didn't, he wished all he saw was blackness, his eyes adjusted to the dark room forced him to look at himself, at what he had become, at all the new cuts and bruises that littered his whole body, the dried blood that stained his clothing, and the skinny body he now had, starved of food.

He'd stopped eating, but of course no one cared, why would anyone care for some street rat? Hell, even the one person Jack thought he could trust had left him to rot, the one person he had loved.

Mark.

As the name crosses his mind instinctively he strikes the nearest wall, his fist stinging with pain, and fresh blood running down his beaten knuckles, but he didn't care. The pain didn't matter, not anymore.

Jack remembers the feelings he once had for the black haired man, the feelings that made his heart flutter and his cheeks to heat, but now those feelings were gone.

When the Irish man had first arrived at the prison again, he cried himself to sleep each night, but his tears soon dried, he couldn't cry anymore, he wouldn't.

Any love Jack once felt for Mark, was replaced with pure hatred. Hatred that slowly drove the man mad, that slowly wore him down, until finally he would die in that prison, forgotten by all, including the man who had once loved him, the one man he trusted, and the man that betrayed him.

((Ok, this is the final alternate ending, and the final chapter in this book. So thank you again, and goodbye. Hope to see you in the next book I write :)   ))