Law School Crossover Hidden Identity FanFiction Series

Chapter 9

**Sorry for the delay! Classes this semester and internship have left me with no time to write. Plus, I really wanted to get the DID written as authentically as possible. Enjoy! **

Jae stopped, hearing Moo-won yell for him to watch out. He turned to the car coming towards him and froze. He took flight as the car zoomed towards him in the middle of the road.

The lady swerved squeezing her car between a block wall and Jae. She stuck her head out her window yelling, "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM! You wanna die YOU idiot! Stay out of the road dumb fucking ass!"

Geon woo returned, half-hearing the end of the lady's cursing as she sped away. His eyes looked around, knowing he wasn't in a place he'd been. He wasn't in the house anymore standing in front of the journals. His eyes danced nervously around taking in where he was.

Moo-won caught up. He held Geon-woo's shoulders, checking him over, "Jae? Jae are you okay? Are you hurt?" Geon-woo breathed through the anxiety fighting to remember every single detail of the last thing he could remember. He was reaching into a stack of journals he didn't know existed. His boss was now calling him, Jae. There was a gap in time. A hole that burnt into a page of his day, unaware how big the missing piece was.

It had been several years. Many years, in fact. The last time he remembered such a break in his reality was just after Tae-hee was killed. He thought they were gone forever. How could this be happening again? Geon-woo did what he had done in the past. Review. Calm himself by reviewing what he knew within split seconds. He was quite familiar with that name, Jae. Tae-hee was as close to Jae as she was to him. Jae was even closer to Tae-in. Geon-woo quickly put the puzzle pieces together; they betrayed him, journaling about their disorder that should have been kept a secret. Either way, Geon-woo made a note that his boss has kept far more secrets from him than he had. He knew about the others and his attempt to bring one of them out was successful. At least, that is what Geon-woo assumed his boss did and it angered him.

"Don't call me that name."

Moo-won stood back. He wasn't sure if Jae didn't want him using his name in a public place or if Geon-woo had returned. Jae was able to mimic Geon-woo very well or did his detective simply have a momentary psychotic episode and never left. Moo-won stared, trying to discern who he was. For a moment, he rethought the possibility that Geon-woo had switched at all. But he knew what he saw. He'd been holding back far more from Geon-woo having confirmation that Geon-woo had alters from sources he couldn't reveal. Moo-won watched someone else portray the characteristics he read about and he assumed it was Jae. He answered him that he was Jae. He didn't know how to start a newer keyless car.

"Geon-woo?" Moo-won checked.

Geon-woo started to head back down the street, refusing to answer. Moo-won reached out to pull him back. He didn't flinch. He stood completely still, brewing beneath a steel-faced expression. It was a look he'd seen plenty of times before. It was a look of anguish and distrust.

"You know? You know, Jae, then? You know Jae was just here?"

Geon-woo was all too aware of their disorder. How they ended up with alters he could only assume from being in the warehouse or even something before the warehouse, but Geon-woo did his best to remove himself from it. He was too normal to have a mental illness. It was not him; it was them. Yet, without realizing it, Geon-woo's denial was a symptom of his dissociative disorder as an alter himself. Geon-woo was only able to detach himself from the disorder, because his alters protected him from any of the past events. Even the gaps in time could be shrugged off as stress or alcohol or lack of sleep. It was the others that had the memories and the things that happened to them. His past and alters were no different than the victims he saved out in the field.