Hi all, this is the sequel to Some People Fight, Some People Fall, soooo that means you have to of read both of the versions (both Dougie's and the original!) before you read this so it makes sense, especially in the later chapters! So anyway, I hope you enjoy it and please review when you read it! It would be much appreciated :) Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the storyline and my own made up characters :)

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Chapter 1- A News Report

Dougie awoke in a cold sweat, his heart beating like he had just run a marathon, breathing heavily. The same nightmare he'd had every other night.

He sat up in bed, looking around the hotel room, trying to calm himself. Tom was sprawled in his bed, arms and legs hanging off the side. Danny was curled up on his side and Harry was on his stomach.

Dougie quietly pushed his blankets off and tiptoed into the bathroom, filling a glass of water for himself. He gulped down the water, staring into the mirror at his gaunt face. He looked like the rest of them. Pale, thin and stressed out. His hair hadn't been washed since they'd gotten back from the hospital and the gash on his forehead still had the stitches in it. The burns on his hands had turned a strange colour and ached.

It had been a week since that night. The four were all taking it differently. Dougie looked back at himself again. It was like he'd aged ten years in seven days. He sighed and leant back on the basin, shutting his eyes.

There was a loud yelp from the bedroom and a thud. Dougie opened his eyes and went back out. Danny was lying on the floor in a mess of blankets, his sweaty hair hanging over his forehead.

'What happened?' Dougie asked, turning on the light. Tom and Harry stirred awake, rubbing their eyes and moaning.

'Fell out of bed,' Danny mumbled, climbing back in and tucking his blankets around himself, closing his eyes. Harry, Tom and Dougie eyed each other before Dougie turned the light back off and got into his own bed, knowing he wasn't the only one lying awake that night.

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The sun shone through the curtains the next morning, signalling it was time for the four to get up. The TV was turned on without a word and room service breakfast was ordered. No one spoke again as Harry went into the bathroom to shower and Tom pushed the window open, looking down onto the street below. All their parents except for Danny's had been around for the last few days, looking after them and bringing them clothes and food, which they were thankful for. They decided it would be best for them to leave them to do things themselves and all headed back to their homes.

'Sleep well Doug?' Tom, making the first conversation of the day.

Dougie nodded and sat on the couch that was in the room in front of the TV. It was the boring morning news. Dougie watched it anyway.

'And coming up next, who really set the McFly house fire? A friend or a foe? Find out after the break,' the presenter said.

The plate Tom was holding slipped from his hands and landed on the floor. Danny stopped in the middle of the room and stared. Dougie sat up straighter.

'What?' Tom croaked.

'No one set it; it was the power board...right?' Danny said, sitting on the couch next to Dougie.

'That's what we were told...' Tom said, banging on the bathroom door. 'Harry, you gotta come watch this!' he called.

Harry opened the door with nothing but a towel wrapped around himself and sat on the floor in front of Dougie.

'What's going on?' Harry asked, looking back at the boys on the couch behind him.

'They think someone lit our fire,' Tom replied, watching the TV screen.

'But no one-,' Harry started. 'Shh, it's back on,' Dougie hissed.

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'Welcome back on this beautiful Friday morning. By now I think everyone has heard about the fire at the McFly boy's house late Friday night which gutted the whole home as the boys celebrated their new number one album. Seventeen year old Dougie Poynter, the band's bass player acquired minor burns and cuts and all the boys spent the night in hospital, treated for smoke inhalation and minor injuries.'

Pictures of the burnt out house and a video of them loading Dougie into the ambulance, bruised, dirty and bemused, came up, followed by pictures of the others looking devastated and Danny sobbing. Dougie squeezed his eyes shut, Tom stared at the back of Harry's head. Danny fidgeted with his t-shirt and Harry stared at the floor.

Those photos and videos had been following them every time they turned on the TV or opened a newspaper or gossip magazine. They'd been bombarded with gifts and cards from fans, but none of what they had written could make them feel much better.

'Up until now, we have been told it was a faulty power board which caused the fire to spark, engulfing the whole home, but we have been told some new, exclusive information. Mark Grove, the chief fire fighter on the scene-.'

'Mark was nice, what the hell??!??!' Danny shouted. 'Shh!!!' Tom hissed.

'-has told us that after further investigating, they have concluded that someone had purposely set the fire, maybe in revenge or jealousy. Up until now, they have thought it was a civilian, but new reports and investigations conclude that the band's drummer, Harry Judd was seen in the spare room where the fire began-.'

The four of them gasped. 'What?!' Harry shouted, clenching his fists.

'-Why would Harry light a fire to put his own band mates in peril? We'll leave that up to you to decide. Watch this space for exclusive breakthroughs in the McFire Saga. In other news, last night in London at about eleven PM, a man was attacked...'