AN: Woah, long time no update. Meh, apparently not many people like it anyway

Tom, Matt, Charlie and James strode behind the girl as she half ran down the road. After she'd told Tom she had Danny, it was only a matter of seconds before they were out the door and following her; Harry had been left with Dougie.

"Where was he?" James panted.

"It's probably best," She replied, "If we leave that until we get there."

She lead them in to the corner shop- Tom remembered then where he knew her from. She'd always be there, organising the shelves or serving them when they went in for groceries.

They followed her through a small door at the back, up some rickety stairs and through another door. She stopped to take her shoes off- even through the haze of worry and panic, Tom remembered his manners and slipped out of his converses, the others copying impatiently.

"You'd better wait here." She said quietly, and they all stared after her as she padded down the hall, disappearing into a room at the end. After a minute of painful silence, she poked her head around the door and beckoned them over; they walked down and crowded in to the room.

Danny was lying on his back on a small bed, seemingly asleep. Blankets were piled around his legs, and an electric fan faced him, ruffling his hair around his face.

"He's running a temperature, yet he keeps shivering. Looks like he's got a cold." The girl spoke from beside Tom. As she made her way over to the bed, Tom's eyes flicked over her walls for the first time. They were absolutely crammed with posters and magazine articles about McFly and Busted; there wasn't wall to be seen. Her ceiling was, too.

"You're a fan." Charlie blurted out. She turned to gaze at him, eyes piercing.

"Was." She corrected. "Until I found out what goes on behind the music, so to speak." She nodded pointedly at Danny.

"We didn't mean to-" James started.

"But you did, didn't you?" She interrupted. "Save your apologies for him, I've no use for them."

"Who exactly are you?" Charlie's ego came into action; Tom rolled his eyes.

"I'm Rosemary Linkin." She stated, staring at him with angry eyes. "Who are you? Charlie Simpson, yeah? Singer and guitarist in Busted, multi- talented and, going on the state I found him in, multi- personalitied."

She began walking out, then turned to face Tom.

"The walls in this house are very thin. I don't know what's going on with you lot but if you think you can get away with anything here, you're sadly mistaken."

With that, she walked out, gently closing the door behind her. They all turned to look at Danny, who was waking up slowly. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, then caught sight of the four men standing across from him and froze.

"Hey, Dan." Tom said weakly; Danny just looked at him. After a small silence, Matt spoke.

"Danny, I know how you feel." As Danny turned blue eyes on him, he cleared his throat and carried on. "When I was about thirteen, the same thing happened to me. I lashed out in the end, and ran away afterwards... thing is, I never went back. It was at school you see, and I was expelled for violence."

He moved towards Danny as he spoke who stared at him wordlessly. He crouched down next to the bed, resting his arms on the mattress.

"I know you feel threatened, mate. Like we're all out to get you. You feel betrayed, because of all the things we said... you feel confused, because you don't really get what's going on, and you feel guilty, because you're wondering if everything we said is true, and you're scared, because we could be angry at you for hurting us."

Danny averted his gaze, turning his head away from them and staring at the wall.

"We're not going to hurt you. Everything we said is bullshit; we were dicks, we were stressed, and we took it out on you. You didn't deserve that. We're not angry; it was totally justified. Dan, mate," He stood up and sat on the bed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "I'm gonna speak for all of us when I say, I'm really sorry, truly I am. I'd do anything for you to forgive me."

Danny didn't move.

"You're still angry, yeah? Still mad. We get that. But can you please just... come home. So we know you're safe, and when you're ready to forgive us, you can."

After a minute, Danny nodded. Matt ruffled his hair and stood up.

"I'm gonna go talk to Rosemary." He exited, dragging Charlie and James with him; Tom was left. Without saying anything, he strode over and pulled Danny in to a bone crushing hug.

He knew that Danny was mad.

He knew he wasn't going to forgive them yet.

But someday, he would; and that was all that mattered for now.

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