They'd made it through the first month. Dan called in some vacation time as Jack, and Jack stayed in a lot as Dan. They'd spent most of their time trying to teach each other how to pilot the other's body, and the strange abilities that came with them.

Dan was a sharp, and a quick study. He could hear his dad, 'Why couldn't you apply yourself like this in school? Would have been a breeze!' He was starting to get comfortable with his new body by the end of that first week.

Jack, on the other hand, was still struggling. It had taken him years to get used to being a vampire, and much of that learning process had been through instinct, which gained him very little distance with Dan's third eye, but garnered him a lot more headaches.

Going back to a human body was like riding a bicycle; the eating, sleeping, breathing, those parts were the bicycle; the eye was a contraption Jack had never seen or used before. And then there was the state Dan had pushed his body to before swapping with Jack. The week hadn't just been a struggle with the eye, but a struggle with the body as it went through withdrawal. Jack would wake up from nightmares, craving things he had no name for. Sweats and chills were always lurking.

Jack had moments where he was certain that he would have done something drastic without Dan and the girls there.

This did not go unnoticed by Dan. He'd gone through it before. He did his best to be there for Jack, and yet he knew the knife of guilt he felt was still nothing to what he was making Jack go through. This week had been the clearest in his memory in a long while, but it was no gift.

At the beginning of the next month, after a grueling session of trying to teach Jack the eye, it ended in vomiting. When Jack came back out onto the apartment building's roof, Dan collected himself, he was almost used to hearing Jack's voice come out of his mouth, "Hey, Jack?"

"Yeah?" Jack sat down beside Dan, wrapped in a blanket. Dan's body at least looked a little better then is had last week.

"What if…we don't try and switch back?" He felt rigid and uncomfortable sitting there.

"What?" Jack seemed a taken aback. His head was still pounding.

Dan pushed past his discomfort, "What I did to you…what I did to the girls. Wasn't fair. I'm sorry."

"You've apologized enough, Dan. I'll get this. I can go again." Jack shrugged the blanket off, ready to push himself further. Push them both out of the hole Dan had dug.

"No, you don't need to push yourself so hard. I-I know I left you with a shitty body, but you didn't deserve to die either. You didn't ask for any of this, but maybe, you can get a second chance at life again?"

Jack looked over, "What are you saying, Dan?"

"I'm saying, I don't know what I did to get us into this mess. I know what led to it, but…maybe you got your second chance, you know? I know it's not your body, and I haven't done that one any favors…but…you'd do a better job at it then I ever did." He finished as though the decision was already made, "I can manage this body, and take care of the girls."

"No."

"I can't give back what was taken from you." Dan continued without hearing, "but maybe this'll help make up for all the shit I've put you through-"

"I said No, Dan" Jack interrupted.