Once Jack was out of the hospital, things returned to almost normal. Some tension still remained with the two men, but they dealt with it.

Felix and Ken had returned home, Felix had seemed in a hurry to leave, but nobody questioned it. With everything that had happened, it was understandable.

Jack had soon gotten his casts removed, which he was very thankful for. The inability to move around was slowly driving him crazy, with all the energy he had, he had to move. The stitches in his neck were removed after a while as well, leaving a pale scar across his throat.

Sean hated it, simply a reminder that he almost died. However Mark constantly assured him it looked badass, always getting a small chuckle out of the Irish man.

Anti remained in Jack's head, though he had grown silent. Always sitting in some dark corner, thinking to himself. It was sad, he was alone. Jack could feel the heartbreak off of him, whether he wanted to admit it or not he did love Dark, though the man didn't return the feelings, simply used him when it benefitted.

Jack tried to talk to his darker counterpart, though Anti only gave him small answers, if he even decided to talk. Eventually Sean had just given up, though the sadness he felt from the man was overbearing at times.

About a year after Jack had healed physically he tried to talk to Anti once again, this time having news to bring him.

In the real world Jack laid on his bed, eyes closed and chest rising and falling gently.

But in his head he stood across from Anti, who sat hugging his knees against his chest, his green hair falling messily over his mismatched eyes.

"Anti..."

Jack speaks softly, hesitantly taking a seat next to his darker counterpart, who barely acknowledged him.

"Look... You're worrying me... You've never been this silent...."

Anti simply shrugs his shoulders, keeping his gaze straight ahead, staring at nothing in particular. Jack sits in silence, waiting for some kind of response, but soon sighs, realizing he wasn't going to get one.

"It's not good to sit alone in your sadness... The least you could do is talk to me...."

Jack pleads softly, leaning forward and trying to catch his gaze, though Anti kept it away.

"What's the point...?"

The dark part of Jack finally mutters, voice void of emotion. Sean sighs, at least he got a sentence out of the man.

"Why are you so sad anyhow? I thought you hated Dark."

Anti's lip curls back into a snarl as Jack mentions him, and he buries his head further into his knees.

"Don't... Talk about him..."

Jack leans forward more, blue eyes studying his darker part, his slouched posture, messy hair, just all around sadness.

"Why are you crying over him? You should hate him."

Anti releases a soft growl, hands clenching into fists as Jack continued, either not noticing his anger, or just ignoring it.

"He treated you like shit... You-"

"You think I don't know that!"

Anti snaps, voice raising into a yell that made Jack flinch slightly. He raises his head, mismatched eyes glaring at his other half angrily, lips curled back into a pissed snarl.

"I know he treated me like shit, I know I shouldn't care about him! So stop telling me what I already know!"

He shouts furiously, pushing himself off of the ground and turning away from Jack as he felt tears prick the corners of his mismatched eyes.

"If you want to be helpful... tell me how to shut off my emotions... How to let him go..."

The man lowers his voice, quickly wiping his cheek as a single tear fell down it. Jack freezes in place, blue eyes wide as he looks at the darker part of himself. He'd never seen Anti so vulnerable, it was strange to see him on the verge of tears.

"Anti..."

Jack starts softly, slowly standing up as well, and hesitantly walking forward, blue eyes understanding. He sucks in a small breath.

"You can't shut off your emotions.... But I might know how to help you let him go..."

Anti scoffs quietly, crossing his arms over his chest as he forces tears back. Jack hesitantly reaches forward, grabbing the man's shoulder and turning him around. Anti refused to meet his blue eyes, but didn't pull away either, waiting for Jack to continue.

"You can get your own life."

The darker part of Sean tenses slightly as he says that, and finally lifts his mismatched eyes that glazed over with tears that refused to fall.

"How do you expect me to do that...?"

He growls quietly, though no anger remained in his voice. Jack lets a small smile curve onto his lips.

"Well... You obviously can't use my body.... But there's a man at a hospital only about an hour from here... He's in a coma... and it doesn't look like he'll be waking up according to doctors..."

Jack begins to explain, Anti narrowing his eyes in interest. Jack rubs the back of his neck shyly and smiles.

"Mark and I have been looking for a while now... We want to help you"

He admits quietly, looking into the mismatched eyes of his counterpart.

"As far as I know he doesn't have any family... And I figured since his body is still alive.... Would that work?"

Anti opens his mouth to respond immediately but closes it again, thinking on the idea.

"I have no idea... maybe."

He finally admits, shrugging his shoulders gently. Jack tilts his head slightly.

"Do you want to...? I mean, it'd be nice for you to have your own life..."

Sean asks softly, a part of him hoping Anti said yes, but a part of him also wanting Anti to be happy. The darker part of him thinks, a long silence growing between the two before Anti finally speaks up.

"I'll try..."

He finally says, a small smile curling onto his lips. Jack smiles as well, and without thinking pulls the darker part of himself into a hug. Anti tenses up at the contact and Jack instantly pulls away, cheeks heating with embarrassment.

"Sorry..."

He mutters softly. Anti looks at him with curious, narrowed eyes before doing the unexpected, he pulls Jack back into the hug. Jack hesitates but soon hugs back, patting him on the back a few times.

"I'll miss you..."

Jack mutters softly, realizing he truly would. Despite all the shit Anti had put him through in the past, it would be strange to be truly alone in his head again.

"No you won't..."

Anti jokes, pulling away with his usual snarky grin, looking like his old self with just that gesture.

"Take care of Mark okay? He's a pretty good guy...."

The darker part of him orders, cheeks heating slightly with embarrassment at giving such a compliment.

"You know... for a douchebag..."

Jack can't help himself as he laughs, shaking his head. Anti sighs, concentrating for a second before his body slowly begins to fade away. Jack gives a small wave, a sad smile still on his lips.

"Come by and visit sometime..."

He blurts out, unsure why he suddenly felt so sad that Anti was leaving. The darker part of him returns the sad smile, tilting his head as his body faded slowly.

"Not a chance in hell."

He teases before fully disappearing. Jack sucks in a breath as the sudden emptiness hits him, jolting him awake in his bed once again.

When he wakes up tears streamed his face. He sucks in a shaky breath, the empty feeling in his mind strange, though liberating. His blue eyes scan the dark room, before landing on the sleeping form next to him. Mark laid sprawled out, his red hair messily streamed across his tan face, and his chest rising and falling gently.

Jack smiles and lays back down, scooting over and snuggling into the man, letting sleep overtake him again. Everything finally felt right.

~~~~~~~In Brighton~~~~~~~

Felix walks through his front door, his two pugs instantly jumping on his legs excitedly. He can't help but smile, reaching down and patting each on the head softly. Once his blue eyes raise again they flood with relief.

A female walks out into the room, long brown hair flowing behind her and a gentle smile on her lips.

"How was your trip Felix?"

Marzia asks softly, her voice gentle and sweet. Felix doesn't answer, he walks forward, the two pugs following at his heels, and pulls her into a hug. The girl hugs back, but watches him worriedly.

"Everything alright?"

The blonde says nothing still, holding her close as though afraid to lose her. His blue eyes staring ahead as a memory floods back to him.

"Where the hell is Anti?"

Dark snarls, cornering the smaller swede, who backed away as much as possible. Red eyes piercing angrily through him. He gulps and opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out, he shuts it again. He wouldn't tell about the plan... He couldn't....

The man snarls again, opening his mouth as though to shout but stops, a sick smile soon curving onto his lips. Felix's eyes narrow.

"Fine... You don't want to tell me? Maybe I'll just pay your little bitch a visit... Marzia, is it?"

He threatens menacingly, smile widening as the blonde's blue eyes widen in fear. He shakes his head.

"N-No... Leave her out of this..."

Dark releases a dark chuckle, bending down so he was eye level with the Swede, red eyes demanding.

"Then tell me everything..."

Felix pulls out of his thoughts, realizing he still held his girlfriend tightly. He lets go and, grabs her hand gently, forcing a soft smile to his lips, though guilt twisted at his gut.

"Everything's perfect..."

~~~~~~Five Weeks Later in LA~~~~~~

A man walks into a small coffee shop. The man seemed to be about 5'11 with skin that wasn't pale, but wasn't tan, a nice neutral color. He wore a simple pair of ripped black jeans, a white t-shirt with a dark green flannel over top, and a black beanie on his head. Along with a neon green eyebrow piercing making him look rather punk.

His hair was dyed, the sides a natural dark brown, but the top a deep purple, making his eyes stand out. His eyes were the strangest thing about him, one was a soft blue, the other a strange, almost unnatural green.

Anti had managed to find the comatose body, and thankfully it worked. He'd managed to get out of the hospital fairly quickly, and of course the first thing he does is get new clothing, soon after that dying his hair in a similar style of Sean's. It was just too boring to keep it a normal brown, however he refused to be a copy of Sean again. So, purple it was.

He lets his mismatched eyes wander the building, the strong smell of coffee intoxicating, and only growing stronger as he walks deeper into the store. He sighs boredly as he walks up to the front of the counter, keeping his mismatched eyes downward and simply taking a ten dollar bill out of his wallet, placing it on the counter.

"Medium coffee, black."

He mutters bluntly, voice mostly void of emotion. His eyes continue to wander the nearly empty coffee shop, eyes landing on each person and studying their behavior out of habit. Once the coffee is placed on the counter in front of him, and soon after his change, he pulls his gaze forward again, grabbing the coffee and his change.

He lets his mismatched eyes wander upward, soon meeting a pair of soft green eyes. The man at the counter had a head of messy auburn hair, along with hypnotic green-gray eyes, and a crooked smile that could melt hearts. His somewhat pale skin was flushed pink, as he shyly spoke his next words.

"Anything else for ya?"

The man asks in a shy, sweet, sing-song sort of voice. A small accent to it, British maybe, barely there. Anti feels his pale cheeks heat up to a soft pink as his lips instinctively curve into almost a flirty smile, and his body moves on overdrive, leaning forward and resting his elbow against the counter gently.

"How about your number?"