The crowd cheered laudly, but 3 people in that audience couldn't even dare to move.

Danny, Dougie and Charlie couldn't believe what their eyes showed them. Harry had just killed someone. Sure, he had beat up some awful blokes before but killing?

Harry reached down and took the knife from next to Sharps cold hand. Like a robot he walked over to where Tom sat and cut the rope that attached him to the chair. Tom stood up, eyes wide and face still showing fear. "Harry…" he whispered as the brunet walked past him, heading towards the exit to the cage.

Harry opened the gate and let the knife fall off his hand and clatter on the floor.

"Out", he said, voice emotionless.

Tom took a shaky step towards Harry and the gate. "H-Harry, please-"

"I said OUT!" Harry growled still not looking at Tom.

The blond felt shivers running down his spine. He wanted to protest, to argue, to scream his lungs out, but he couldn't find the strength within himself to do so.

Instead he slowly waked out of the cage, like a dog with its tail between its legs.

Harry followed him out, his mind a void. A black hole. Things would get into it, obviously, because somehow he was still moving around, but then disappear as if they were never there. Harry saw Neal standing in the shadows, his head low, leading Sharp's –now ex-followers away. For a second Neal looked at him, but said nothing and went back to get his gang mates out of Black's.

Harry walked towards the exit as well, he felt Tom following him outside. Just as he walked out to the ally he heard someone calling for him. Within a second he had Danny's face in front of his own, his mouth open and babbling, felt the northerner shake him by his shoulders, saw the worry in his friends eyes. But nothing sunk in, Harry felt nothing. Eventually he shrug off Danny's hands from his shoulders muttering a weak "Go home, Dan" and turning away, letting his legs lead him back home. "Go home, all of you."

Danny felt his heart sink. He felt horrible for not being able to do anything for his best friend. A hand landed on his own shoulder and he turned to look at Charlie. The elder smiled at him softly. "I know how you must be feeling, Danny, but you have to let him get over it by himself first. Anything we'll say will just confuse him." Charlie smiled at him again, and raised an eyebrow, silently asking if he understood. Which he wasn't, not really, but he looked at his feet and nodded anyway.

"Good, "Charlie beamed, probably trying to lighten the mood "Now... show me the way to Dougie's house, I have no idea where it is, and frankly, he's not as lightweight as he looks"

Danny looked up to see that Dougie was on Charlie's back, unconscious.

Danny felt the corners of his lips twitch up into a small smile. Even at a time like this, seeing that Dougie fainted was still a bit amusing. He and Tom are totally gonna – wait,

"Where is Tom?"

AN: So I need help with Drop Dead Danny. If anyone has some time I'd really like to continue the story but I've got this writers block that WONT GO AWAYYYY.

please? :(