Hana: Here's the second chapter of my Great Escape fanfic. This one's from Danny's perspective during the escape. The moment is when the camp is under an air raid and the lights are cut off, causing the prisoners to cut off the tunnel lights. Poor Danny ( ) is in the tunnel in the dark.

Danny's moving along the small tunnel on the cart when suddenly the cart stops. As he looks around, puzzled, the lights suddenly go out. It's dark. Pitch Dark. Danny can't even see his hands. He knows something's wrong. He can feel the tunnel closing in on him, taste the dirt that will fill his mouth, crush him to death, choking him. He panics, sensing his terror creeping up on him, is aware of his insanity breaking through the cage his mind had built to contain it. And Willie wasn't there to help him.

Willie. Even from when they first met, Danny had been enraptured by him. He'd ended up being best friends with Willie, and they were always bunkmates. Willie had saved him so many times. Whenever he'd had his nightmares of dying in the tunnels, waking in a cold sweat, trembling, Willie would be there. His soulful blue eyes would gaze at Danny, comforting him. He would hold Danny until his heart had stopped racing and Danny would relax into the oddly comfortable warmth of Willie's slender body. He'd fallen in love with Willie and Willie was always there.

He'd almost gone wire-happy this time. He remembered that night. He had raced toward the wire, intent on getting out, on not going back into the tunnels. He'd still taken care, instinctively, not to be caught by the searchlight. Willie had raced after him, calling to him. His insanity had run rampant and he'd fought against Willie, against his own precious Willie, before Willie had saved him yet again. Willie had accidentally pushed his hips against Danny's and Danny had snarled "Don't do that!" at him. But it had cleared his head a little. And then his name had floated out of Willie's lips, and Danny had heard the panic and fear of his doing something stupid in the tone of Willie's voice. The only reason he'd agreed to come tonight was because Willie had promised to be with him. Even earlier that night, he'd panicked again, and Willie had brought him up and talked him through until he'd been able to go back down. But now he was all alone.

And suddenly – he felt slender arms around him holding him steady and a lean body pressed against his shaking muscles. And then he heard the soft, familiar voice again. "Danny." Willie was there and Danny could feel the vibrations of his voice as he spoke, coaxing sanity back to Danny, locking the terror back in his cage. Danny's shudders ceased and his arms slipped around Willie, holding onto him as a focal point of safety. He buried his face in Willie's blonde locks for a moment before allowing Willie to go ahead on the cart. Not minding sitting in the tunnel for a few more moments alone, because Willie would be there when he came out. Willie would always be there for him. They'd always stay together.