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Mark's eyes flutter open slowly, a bright light instantly hitting him, and making his head resonate with pain.

"Shit..."

He mutters under his breath as he slowly sits up, his eyes eventually adjusting, and his brain struggling to recall what had happened. His brown eyes scan the room curiously, realizing he was in a hospital, as he questions this he notices a stinging pain in his chest, each breath difficult.

His eyes travel downward, he was shirtless, and a bloodied bandage wrapped around his stomach. His eyes narrow before the memories hit him once again. Cry had shot him, Jack had saved him.

"Jack..."

Mark murmurs softly, his eyes scanning the room once again, empty. Jack was nowhere to be seen. Mark clenches his eyes shut and forces himself to go back, to remember exactly what happened. He remembered a voice, Jack's mouth curling into a snarl, and all the emotions flooding through the Irish man's blue eyes, all contradicting. The voice, it had an accent, British it seemed.

"PJ... fuck."

Mark whispers as he swings his legs around and off the bed, ignoring the pain that spread across his torso. His breathing instantly becoming heavy, and his head swimming, blurring his vision ever so slightly.

The red haired man slowly stands, his legs almost giving way, but forcing himself to keep standing, forcing his legs to move, towards the door. As he walks he looks over to one of the chairs near his bed, a clean shirt sat, a part of Mark wondering where his bloodied one went.

The half-Korean man slips the shirt on, wincing slightly with the movement, but once again forcing himself to keep moving, soon enough walking out the door.

The white hall way was empty, a few voices coming from some of the nearby rooms, though no doctors or nurses to stop him as he walks. Once he reaches the lobby he is stopped, by none other than PJ, who looks at him, a bit worried, but mostly annoyance shining in his green eyes.

"Fischbach, you're not supposed to be up yet."

The Brit states simply, his eyes scanning over the man in front of him. Mark's mouth curls up into a silent snarl, his brown eyes glaring daggers at the brown haired man across from him.

"Where is Sean...?"

Mark questions in a growl, ignoring the British man's earlier statement. PJ shakes his head and reaches forward placing a hand on the red haired man's shoulder.

"Mark you need to go back to your room.... You were shot remember?"

PJ says in a commanding tone, his voice lined with annoyance. Mark shrugs the Brit's hand off his shoulder, slightly wincing once again at the pain in his torso, but ignoring it for the most part, his mind set on one thing, and one thing only.

"I don't care, it's not the first time."

Mark states nonchalantly, his voice changing to a growl once again with his next sentence.

"Where the hell is Sean?"

PJ finally sighs, realizing the man didn't plan on giving up any time soon.

"Where do you think?"

PJ huffs with annoyance, his green eyes boring into the red haired man.

"He's in prison... remember he's a wanted criminal... Robbery, murder-"

PJ explains being interrupted by Mark.

"Wait... Murder??"

Mark asks quickly, his mind racing trying to remember who Jack may have killed. PJ sighs and nods.

"He killed a man before we caught him Fischbach, unfortunately we didn't get a name, and as far as we can tell... he doesn't exist in our systems.... However he wore a white mask if that rings a bell."

PJ explains, the realization finally hitting Mark, his snarl returning once again.

"What the hell, that was self-defense you ass!"

The red haired man shouts, earning a few glances from people entering and exiting the lobby. PJ sighs, shooting another annoyed glance at Mark before simply shrugging, clearly not caring what had actually happened, just that Jack was finally behind bars. Mark releases a sigh, calming himself as his head had begun to spin again.

"You know what I'm done... I'm going to go see Jack..."

Mark mutters pushing past the Brit and ignoring his arguments. He didn't plan on getting back in bed, he didn't plan on sitting there while Jack was quite possibly suffering in that prison. Mark walks out the door, instantly realizing he was back in LA.

"How long was I out...?"

Mark mutters to himself before shaking his head, and deciding he didn't care, his mind once again focusing on the task of seeing his imprisoned love.

The red haired man calls a cab, the cabbie giving him a weird look as he climbs in. Probably due to the fact Mark looked completely insane, his dim unfocused eyes, messy hair, and slightly bloodied shirt, the blood having leaked through the bandages, which most likely had to be changed soon.

The Cab soon pulls up to the prison, the large cement building sending shivers down his spine. As he prepares to climb out he realizes he didn't have his wallet on him, and looks at the Cabbie with a small sigh.

"Hey... So... I don't have my wallet with me, but-"

Mark begins softly before the cabbie simply shakes his head and smiles slightly.

"Don't worry about it."

He says gently. Mark climbs out with a small thank you, and walks up to the jail, stopped by a guard at the front, but let in as he asks to visit an inmate.

Soon enough, after a long process Mark sits in a small room, sitting across from the green haired man, though a glass barrier separated the two.

Jack looked worn, his eyes sunken with dark circles underneath each, his ocean blue eyes dulled and tired, his hair a tangled disheveled mess, and much to Mark's worry his eye was swollen, clearly soon to become a black eye.

"I'm glad you're okay Mark..."

Jack says after a long silence had passed between the two men, speaking into a phone on the wall, connected to a similar one in Mark's hand.

"They wouldn't tell me anything... I thought you might've died... and it was my fault...."

Jack admits quietly, his voice shaky, and dripping with sadness, his blue eyes not being able to look into the red haired man's chocolate brown ones.

"Sean... it wouldn't be your fault...."

Mark tells him calmly, struggling to bring some comfort to the Irish man. Jack sighs, clearly not believing Mark, but not saying anything, his eyes still refusing to meet the half-Korean's.

"How are you doing?"

Mark finally interrupts the silence that had grown between the two, neither of them really knowing what to say. Not anymore.

"I've been worse..."

Jack shrugs simply, pushing a hand through the mess of green on his head, though it was mostly overcome with brown by now, his natural color beginning to fully take over his hair. Mark watches him, silently pleading for him to look up, to say something more, and being disappointed when he didn't.

"What happened to your eye? "

Mark finally asks the question that worried him. He hated to see that the green haired man was hurt and he couldn't do anything about it. Jack hesitates, his hand clenching the phone slightly tighter, as he thinks on how to answer.

"I... I may have attacked an officer...."

Jack finally admits, a small bit of pride in his voice, making Mark smile, a small laugh escaping him.

"I'm not surprised. You're a pretty feisty little guy."

The red haired man jokes, his smile growing slightly more as the green haired man finally looks up, his worn blue eyes finally meeting Mark's brown ones.

"Yah I guess... "

Jack smiles softly, his smile wavering slightly as he thinks about what to say next.

"Hey Mark... I'm sorry... I should've told you about all of this sooner...."

Jack finally apologizes, his voice soft, broken, sad. Mark, looks at him, longing to grab his hand, to comfort him in some way, but unable to, the barrier between them paining him greatly.

"Don't worry about it Sean... I get it, I would've done the same thing...."

Mark responds sincerely, his voice showing genuine love for the man.

"So... How are you holding up after everything... ya know, with Cry?"

Mark asks hesitantly, a part of him thinking he shouldn't bring up the friend that had betrayed Jack, but frankly curious. Jack's fists clench slightly, a small growl escaping him as his dull eyes flare up with anger.

"I hope he's rotting in hell...."

Jack snarls softly his tone, making Mark flinch slightly, genuine hatred dripping from his voice. Mark lowers his eyes for a second, sucking in a soft breath before looking up at the man once again, his brown eyes apologetic.

"Cut the guy some slack... he was your friend."

Mark states softly, his voice hesitant, a part of him thinking he shouldn't have said such a thing, but he hated Jack talking about someone he once trusted with such hatred, even though he'd done wrong. Jack reels back slightly, his eyes looking at Mark unbelievingly.

"Don't defend the bastard, he tried to kill you!"

Jack snarls loudly, earning a warning glance from the nearby officer and calming himself once again.

"He was going to take you away from me..."

Jack adds softly, his voice saddened from the thought. Mark sucks in a breath, his brown eyes examining the man's face before he speaks again.

"Well... I took away someone he loved..."

Mark admits almost inaudibly, his voice dripping with guilt, lowering his gaze from the man's angered blue eyes.

"Love can make people do crazy things..."

Mark finishes, daring to glance up once, his brown eyes meeting the stormy gaze of the Irish man, who glared at him. The hatred in his eyes making Mark feel as though his heart broke in two.

"You think what Cry did was justified...."

Jack mutters under his breath, his voice leaking with hurt, and his blue eyes lowering. Glazed over with tears that refused to fall. Mark shakes his head and quickly responds, worry lacing his tone.

"Sean that's not what I said, I just mea-"

Mark begins to explain himself only to be cut off as Jack shouts once again, ignoring the looks he got from the nearby guards, prepared to take him away if necessary.

"Well that's what it sounded like! Cry was about to kill you, but that's ok it was out of fucking love!"

Jack shouts, standing from his chair suddenly, still holding tightly onto the phone in his hand. Mark shakes his head and stands up calmly, his eyes boring into Jack, trying to explain himself, and growing annoyed when the man only continued to yell at him.

"Cry was a fucking criminal who only cared for himself!"

Jack finishes loudly, his breathing heavy and unsteady, his oceanic blue eyes crazed as he glares at the red haired man across the glass. Two guards run up, grabbing Jack by the arms and trying to pull him away, as he struggles against them violently. Mark simply watches.

"A criminal who only cares for himself.... Sounds familiar."

Mark murmurs under his breath, his brown eyes going to Jack who watched him. His blue eyes widening in shock and filled with hurt, Mark's own eyes widen as he realized what he said.

"Wait Jack, I didn't mean-"

Mark begins quickly being interrupted by the Irish man who had stopped fighting, his blue eyes refusing to meet the man's chocolate brown ones, though it was clear tears brimmed the ocean blue orbs.

"I know exactly what you meant...."

Jack mutters barely audibly, letting the guards drag him away without a fight. Leaving Mark watching after him, choked up, and threatening to burst into tears.

What had he done?