Three days had passed since Mark had let Jack stay in his room. Jack was locked in there almost all day, able to come out a few times, however Mark was very careful, watching basically his every move.

Jack didn't mind too much, he wasn't tied up, he wasn't dead, he got food, and even now a small television on his dresser. So, he didn't complain much.

Thankfully the Irish man had only wolfed out once. He tried to break through the bars, and also break through the door, but thankfully wore himself out before he could get out and hurt anyone. That didn't stop the beast from shredding the mattress of the bed though, and ruining Jack's clothing as well.

On the third day Mark got a call he'd been waiting for.

"What did you find?"

Mark speaks into the phone instantly, barely letting it ring twice, excitement clear in his voice, though mixed with worry. Felix on the other end sighs.

"A 'hello' might be nice..."

He mutters under his breath sarcastically, the voice barely being picked up by the phone.

"I found something... some old Lore.... I can't be sure it's true though."

Felix finally says words Mark was waiting for, any chance was one he was willing to take it seemed. Mark paced his kitchen with a nervous energy, silently encouraging Felix to continue.

"It says that killing the wolf that turned him can bring him back to his human form... It's a really old book though and I don't know if it'll work..."

Felix finally continues with a sigh, Mark almost being able to see the man run a hand through his dirty blonde hair. Mark nods and pushes a nervous hand through the dyed red strands on his head.

"Well... It's worth a shot... I'll see if Jack remembers anything about it..."

Mark finally speaks, a bit of excitement lacing his tone, though nervousness nearly overpowering any happiness he felt.

Felix makes a small noise of acknowledgement before he can be heard sucking in a small breath.

"Be careful Mark... You can't trust those fleabags... Not even Jack..."

Felix warns softly, his voice slightly strained as though he wanted to stop Mark from even trying, but knew it was pointless. Mark goes silent for a couple minutes, the Swede's words swimming through his mind.

"I'll be fine...."

Mark finally speaks, trying to calm the Swedish man's worry. Exchanging goodbyes both hang up, and the red haired man hesitantly makes his way up the stairs, Felix's warning still replaying in his mind.

You can't trust those fleabags.... Not even Jack...

Shaking those words from his head he unlocks the door to Jack's bedroom and walks in. The green haired Irish man laid sprawled on his stomach, his arms underneath a pillow and his chin rested on top of that, a blanket loosely covering his legs, and his shirt ridden up, exposing a small space of the skin on his back.

Jack glances at Mark as he walks in, before returning his attention to the television. The red haired man follows his gaze and looks at the tv, where some hospital drama show played, which the green haired man watched boredly.

"Hey Jack can we talk."

The red haired man finally speaks. Jack's head perks up slightly and he groans as he sits up, grabbing the remote and shutting off the television, seeming happy to do so. He sits up and stretches his back, a few cracking sounds resonating as he does, he hugs the pillow against his chest and gestures with his head for Mark to sit down, which he does.

The mattress was still slightly in tatters, Mark had simply covered it with new sheets instead of buying a new mattress, the bed was still useable, just a bit lumpy, but Jack had not seemed to mind.

"What's up?"

Jack finally speaks, his soft accented voice void of emotion, though his eyes roamed Mark curiously. Every time the Irish man looked at the red haired man, his posture seemed to tense, as though he was just waiting for the day for Mark to end him.

"Okay... so Felix might have found a way to help you...."

Mark finally says after a silence had stretched out between the two. Jack raises an eyebrow, his eyes shining with a mix of emotions, curiosity, a little bit of joy, and a lot of worry.

"Oh..."

The Irish man murmurs simply, his voice holding a bit of disappointment no matter how hard he tried to conceal it. Of course Jack hated the fact that he had to kill people, but he couldn't imagine himself as a human. He would no longer heal quickly, he couldn't move as fast, his hearing and eyesight would grow worse... being a human never seemed like something he would want, not anymore. However it was that or death, so he went along with it.

Mark seemed to notice his disappointment but said nothing, his brown eyes simply containing a bit of worry for the man, but of course he knew the choices as well as Jack did.

"Well, there's old lore that killing the wolf who turned you, can return you to your human state again... So as long as you weren't born a wolf...."

Mark finishes, his last sentence almost a question as he examined the green haired man in front of him. Jack shakes his head and lowers his gaze, his fingers subconsciously picking at small pieces of fuzz on the pillow he held.

"No... I was turned... When I was about 13..."

The Irish man mutters simply. Mark waits for him to continue, but when he doesn't he speaks.

"Do you remember who turned you?"

Mark questions quietly, his brown eyes struggling to see Jack's face, covered by his messy green hair. Jack says nothing for about a full minute, but soon nods his head ever so slightly.

"Who was he?"

The red haired man shoots another question, curiosity lacing his voice. Jack sucks in a small breath and finally lifts his head, keeping his face blank of emotion though he hugged the pillow to his chest tightly.

"I never got a name...."

The Irish man mutters, once again, under his breath. Mark stifles a sigh and nods gently, resisting the urge to grab the Irish man's hand and comfort his seemingly tense nerves.

"Do you know where he is?"

Mark asks, silently praying that Jack at least knew this information. Mark smiles slightly as Jack responds, not vocally, however his head bobs in a soft nod.