A/N Sorry the wait was so long, I had to get my brace adjusted (ACL Tear). The small contest from the last chapter is still open because I haven't gotten any reviews on the last chapter. This one's going to be short and dramatic, but next chapter is going to clear some stuff up and be a bit lighter.

Jack woke up in a haze. He just won a match, but passed out in the summoning chamber. He awoke as he saw Akali and Shen rushing him out. He went black again. He woke up, and he realized his mask was still on. Oh god. He couldn't have that thing on. He might grab a bone saw and stab someone. But he sure as hell couldn't take it off. He blacked out a third time. He saw Akali and Shen run out of a hospital room, inside was a member of the Grand Tribunal of Summoners, Phreak. Jack had the sudden urge to go invisible and strangle him from behind. Then, he could set some traps and kill anyone else who came into the room.

"You can't strangle me Jack, you won't be doing much in the way of damage," Phreak ripped off his mask, "plus you're not crazy anymore."

Phreak suddenly called a burst of green light, healing Jack's wounds.

"Now let's stop clowning around here, what happened?" Jack shuddered at the pun.

"Well, it was the last few seconds of the game, I was backdooring the enemy Nexus, and it was 1 hit away. Then I just kind of, blacked out," Jack started taking off his clown suit.

"Now, you're Sivirly screwed. How long have you been dating now? A month?" Phreak helped Jack stand up.

"Yeah. Why am I screwed?" Jack and Phreak started to walk out the door.

"Because she pulled off your mask when you showed up in the summoning chamber, she wanted to see what was wrong."

"Crap. Just…" Jack kicked an empty hospital bed, "CRAP!"

Phreak pointed Jack into a waiting room. It was empty.

"Oh come on, why do I have to go here? I don't want to do this right now!"

"You, my friend, have a medical exam in 15 minutes. And, a domestic."

Sivir appeared from a door in the waiting room. Phreak shut the door and ran out of the room.

"I can't believe you. You're a goddamn MURDER CLOWN and you tell him, not me. Does anybody else know? Or am I just the only one in the dark?"

"Other than you and Phreak? The rest of the Tribunal, my brother, and Graves," Jack looked down at the floor. This never should've happened.

"So Gangplank kills your family, turns you into a psychotic assassin, and instead of denouncing it, you bring the mask with you and have some fun at the institute? What am I missing Jack? What else have you not told me?" Hurt was flowing out of Sivir's eyes. What had she done to deserve this?

"I was going to tell you, I just, I didn't want to freak you out. I thought I would lose you," Jack sat down; he stared at the brown carpet, fear stuttering out of him. What had he done to deserve this? Sivir went quiet. She stood in front of him, stoic.

"Answer the question Jack."

"Sivir?"

"What else have you not told me?"

Jack opened his mouth, about to explain it all, about to fix everything. But Kennen walked in.

"Jack Ensani? The doctor is ready for you."

Jack walked towards the door.

"We'll talk about this soon, just wait here for me."

An hour later, Jack walked out with a clean bill of health. Sivir was nowhere to be found.