Now You See Me

Author's Note: I just wanted to let you know that this is my very first Fan Fiction ever written, so enjoy. Just know that while I do accept criticism with open arms I do expected to be treated like a human being like any other author on this lovely website us nerds call home. I have read many a Fan Fiction but never thought I could be able to capture the characters as well as I have seen others do until I got a burst of confidence to do so. SO YAY!

Disclaimer: I do not own Now You See Me or any of the characters.

Henley's POV:

I was sitting in the apartment waiting on Danny and Merritt to get back so we could get on with the next step in our plan. There was absolutely nothing to do in the house; I had picked up all of the trash, did the dishes, did some laundry, read part of a book, and watched tv. I would've just hung out with Jack but he was asleep and I felt bad for the kid after last night so I didn't want to disturb him. He had been so careful making sure none of us were going to get caught that he wasn't paying attention to himself and had to fight 3 humongous guys all by himself because he insisted that we leave so that we didn't get arrested. By the time he got back he was all bloody and bruised but smiling so I guess he won, as always I might add, but back to today. I was about to call Danny to see when they would get back when I heard whimpering and crying from where Jack was. I ran down the hallway to the bedroom and shoved the door open.

Jack was still unconscious but he was crying and begging in his sleep. "Please dad, just let them go. It isn't worth it. They aren't worth it. Let them go. You can do whatever you want to me. Please. Dad." Tears were streaming down his face, his hands were twisted into the sheets and he was deathly pale. "Jack." I shook his shoulder and continued to try and wake him up. "Come on Jack. Wake up." He flew up, eyes searching the room before landing on me.

"Hen, are you okay? What's wrong? Does Daniel need us? Let's go." I was confused. My mouth opened to say something but nothing came out. Jack was wiping away his tears as fast as he could and was trying to control his breathing. That much was obvious. The rest, not so much.

"Jack, are we going to pretend like that didn't just happen?"

He looked me straight in the eye and flat out said "Yes. Pretty much." He started to get up to walk away but I stopped him.

"No.. No.. And No. Sit down. We are talking." His shoulders sagged and his eyes begged me to let him go. To understand. But I couldn't just let him be hurt. "How often do you have these nightmares?"

He mumbles so quietly I barely hear him. "Pretty much anytime I sleep for long amounts of time." Well that explains his constant naps throughout the day. He doesn't sleep at all at night.

"What are they about?" I push hoping that he'll open up to me. A single tear runs down his cheek but this time he doesn't wipe it away.

"My family. My Dad. My sisters. My mom."

"What happened back then Jack?"

"My mom was a druggie, but she was still my mom. My dad was an abusive drunk, but he was still my dad. I have two older sisters, Lucy and Annie. Lucy is six years older than me and Annie is four years older than me. When I was eight…"

I pause his story in my head to do the math in my head. So Lucy would be 14 and Annie would be 12. Ok unpause.

"My mom stole all of our money and savings to run away with her drug dealer. Dad got so pissed. He started drinking and hitting us more than he did when mom was around. I would force my sisters to leave the house every time he started drinking so he wouldn't hurt them. I remember they would argue and fight with me about it every time, but I won. Then when they would come back they would take me to the hospital and bandage me up before someone could say anything about it. One day when I was nine, they were done. They were so through with the whole situation of having to put their broken brother back together at least three times a week. He had been drinking, and I tried to get them to leave, but I couldn't force them because we still hadn't made it to the hospital after the last attack. My arm was broken, I was bleeding, limping, but I was still begging them to leave, they wouldn't. I tried my hardest to protect them from him, but it was so hard Henley. I was begging them to leave and him and…. And.."

Sometime during the story more tears had sprung and now he didn't even try to hide them.

"It got so bad Hen. There was blood everywhere. Everywhere. Child services was called and we were taken away but I wasn't down for that so I stole the lady's wallet and ran. I've been living in Central Park underneath the Lionel Shrike Tree since. Well, until I got the card that brought me here. I made it. I survived by pick pocketing people that I walked past and little magic shows once I met Daniel for the first time. Although he was a complete douche. I was 11 and I've done magic since."

Now that he was done, he was wiping his eyes, returning to his macho state. I looked at him with tear streaming down my own face. "Does anyone else know about this?"

He laughs a single, bitter laugh and says, "I'd imagine Merritt does after seeing this." He takes off his jacket and pulls off his white tee shirt to show me the scars on his arms, torso, and back. "Besides he's the mentalist. He had to of figured something out." He manages to choke out his answer while pulling his clothes back on.

"How old are you anyway Jack?" I decide to ask. My curiosity getting the best of me.

He smiles a sad smile seemingly already knowing why I'm asking. "I'm 19." So he's been living on the streets for 11 years, poor Jack.

At that the front door opens and I can already hear the bickering between Merritt and Danny. I almost walk in there but Jack grabs my wrist calmly, pulls me toward him, and uses a makeup wipe to gently wipe the running mascara off of my face.

"Thanks Jack." My voice cracks. He just nods and lets go before walking to greet the boys with his giant childish smile that everyone loves. I wonder if it's fake. I glanced over at him and see him mouth 'it's not' as if he can read my mind.

Danny starts spouting off instructions and plans but it was obvious no one was listening. I look over to the couch were Jack had retreated and he was already passed out on the couch, curled into the fetal position, with his mouth slightly open, making me smile.

I turned back around to Danny and Merritt. Merritt hadn't stopped staring at me since he got home and I was curious as to why. "Hey Danny, I'm going to take Merritt with me to go get some coffee and we'll be back in like 20 minutes."

Merritt raised his eyebrows at me but followed me down to the street. Neither of us are very good at beating around the bush so this conversation should be quick. I stopped mid stride and turned to faced him.

"How come you haven't stopped staring at me since you and Danny got back? That's creepy you know."

He just scoffs. "You know why princess. I know you know. It's written all over your face that Jack told you. I'm just curious as to why. It's not like he told me willingly."

Good, I can drop the act and be scared for our youngest member. "Well he didn't tell me willingly either. I had to force him to tell me. He wanted to act as if I hadn't walked in on him screaming and crying in his sleep. Did you know…"

I stopped to take a deep breath. I was getting fired up and I didn't know why. It wasn't as if we could change what happened. I pointed a gloved finger in Merritt's face and almost started talking again but he pushed it down. "Now you may continue."

"When I got him to wake up he just wanted to walk straight out of the room. He acted as if it never even happened. UGH." I put my head in my hands. "I don't know what to do Merritt." I had to admit that.

Merritt wrapped his arms around me. "Don't worry about the kid, Henley. He's a fighter. He'll be fine." I wasn't so sure about that.

"Will he be? Because I don't know Merritt. He's still a teenager for God's sake." Our conversation was interrupted when Merritt got a phone call from Daniel. I could overhear everything they were saying.

"We got instructions to go to this alley at 11 tonight. We are meeting someone that has a piece of information for our first performance. The note also says it will be a chance to meet someone."

With that he hangs up and I sigh. "This conversation isn't over Merritt. We will be talking about this later. Jack is still a kid no matter what you or Daniel say about him and that's final. THIS. IS. NOT. OVER. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?" He just nods and we begin our trek back upstairs to get ready for tonight.