DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'Now You See Me' or any of its characters. The only thing I own is a Blu-Ray copy and a lot of spare time with only me, my laptop and my messed up head. If I did own a movie, I wouldn't be writing Fanfiction right now! :P :D

This chapter is dedicated to Book girl fan. Thanks for your great idea. Hope you enjoy it!

When Jack woke up at 3 AM, he thought for a single moment that everything was alright. That everything was right in his tiny world. But then the moment passed and Jack realised that everything was not alright. Daniel was hot. Too hot. Unusually so. Every night he slept curled up on Daniel's chest, listening to the familiar heartbeat and being soothed by the heat from Daniel's skin. He knew the heat from Daniel's skin. Daniel's body was too warm.

Sign number two that something was wrong came but a moment later. Jack quickly scrambled out from under Daniel's arm and dropped to the floor. Daniel didn't move once. Daniel who woke when he flinched as the stirrings of a possible nightmare didn't wake when Jack clearly moved.

His distress rising, Jack ran to the bathroom, throwing open the door and diving for the cupboard under the sink. He pulled out the green plastic first-aid kit and rummaged through it with shaking hands till he found the thermometer that had been used on him the few times he'd been sick since he found himself in Daniel's care. Jack quickly raced back to Daniel and scrambling up onto the bed, placed the thermometer in Daniel's mouth. The teenager stayed asleep as the display showed Jack the horrid truth.

98. 99. 100. 101. 102. 103.

103 was the number it hauntingly stayed at and Jack looked to the box in his hand and the small temperature guide that lay in the side. Tears filled his eyes. 103 was far too high.

Jack's shaky hand withdrew the thermometer from Daniel's mouth and it remained in his tight grasp as his hands withdrew back to his chest, curling his body over and pushing his head down. Vaguely, Jack heard the sounds of harsh and quick breathing but he couldn't bring himself to see where it was coming from, too caught u in his own panic to even realise that those breaths were his.

Where was he gonna go? The question ran through his mind frantically, over and over, getting louder each time. How was he gonna live? What was he gonna do? He was going to have to go back out on to the streets. Daniel was dying and Jack would have to leave. Return to the cold and the hurt. He'd have to break a promise to Daniel: steal to survive.

And what about Daniel's promise? Daniel had promised to look after him and make sure he wasn't hurt anymore and promised to look after him and promised him he'd have a home.

But, Jack harshly reminded himself as tears ran down his cheeks through clenched eyes, Daniel would be dead… it was difficult to keep a promise when you were dead.

Dead.

The word has Jack springing away from Daniel's too warm body, imaging for an instance that the body was to stone cold. Jack ran to the corner of the room, curling into himself and sliding down to sit on the floor, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees where his head rested. He didn't look at Daniel as he cried and sobbed.

When Daniel first attempted to open his eyes, the only thing he could do was groan with a tired and sore throat. His eyelids were heavy and his head pounded. God… why him? Light seeped through his closed eyes and intensified the pain. In an attempt to block out the light, Daniel turned over, flopping gracelessly onto his stomach to hide his face from the light. Lying on his stomach was a comfortable way for Danny to sleep, though it was something he hadn't done since Jack had begun staying with him… Speaking of…

Daniel frowned, the movement hurting his head, where was Jack? If Jack had still been in his ever present place on Daniel's chest, he would've been crushed as Daniel had turned over. So where was he? Daniel pushed himself up, groaning as pain raced down his spine as the small movement caused his head to spin. Great… Daniel hated being sick.

Daniel looked around the room, searching for Jack and did a small double take when he noticed Jack in the corner. He turned himself over again so he could sit up as he croaked out a question to Jack. "What are you doing?"

There was silence for a few moments, the only real sounds being the traffic outside and the sniffling of both Jack and Daniel. But then Jack slowly lifted his head to reveal red and puffy eyes as he spoke in a tiny and defeated voice. "You're dying."

"I'm what?" The question was out of Daniel's mouth before he could stop it, the tone of the question confused and… confused.

Jack didn't offer a worded answer, simply choosing to stand slowly, shuffle his way to Daniel's side and hand over the object clutched in his hands.

It took Daniel's eyes a moment to focus on what he was seeing and when his double vision faded he clearly saw the thermometer and it's read out. 103… Crap.

"Kid," Daniel sighed, closing his eyes in a mix of tiredness, frustration and sympathy. "I'm not dying anytime soon. I'm just sick."

"You're breaking your promise. You're leaving me. You're dying." Jack's words were near hysterical and Daniel could only imagine how long Jack had had to go over the scenario in his head. To convince his tiny young mind that the simple matter of being sick would bring about his death.

Daniel sighed again.

"Up you get kid," Daniel said as he reached out and lifted Jack up, hauling him forwards to sit on his lap. Jack went without a protest, his legs landing on either side of Daniel as his head was pushed down to rest on a shoulder and a nimble hand started to card through his hair. Unbidden, a tear fell down his cheek as he listened to Daniel's next words.

"Don't worry Jack. I'm fine. I'm just sick kid. It's a thing that happens and I'm definitely not going to die. My promise isn't going to be broken today kid."

The mantra was followed by a small string of muttered sweet nothings, the effort of speaking and holding Jack becoming too much for Daniel in his weakened state. Without a word to Jack, he laid down on his side, turning Jack over so his back rested against Daniel's front as they lay. It took only seconds for Daniel to fall asleep, Jack curled up next to him.

Begrudgingly, it took Jack only minutes to follow his lead, slipping into slumber with a frown as he clenched a hand around Daniel's wrist, fingers staying astutely in that particular spot even in sleep.

REVIEW ANSWERS:

Starstone:

IMMA BACK! With another chapter and more Mini-Jack! Spoiler Alert: We're nearing the end of the Mini-Jack period. It's so sad I'm crying! Random noises are good. When someone throws you a weird look you have to tell them you're communicating in a form of ancient language with the spirits you hear in your head. My arm's alright I guess. As well as it can be after being stabbed but it was really a tiny, minor wound so it's fine. Laptop... not so much. Sister's still favouriting stories without reading them and it's KILLING my internet! But whatever... Thanks love!

Bookdancer:

I'm glad as well that they've made up. The trusting thing was a big step for Jack and they're all happy again and just YAY!

Anony:

Hello there! Thank you so much! I'm really glad that you like this story so much! I put a lot of thought into the relationship between Jack and Daniel and the bond that they've formed makes me go AAAAAHHH too so don't worry! Sorry I guess if it's heart-wrenching. I tried to make it realistic and this kind of thing is always heart-wrenching. Though cute is excellent as well. It was important to me that I keep Daniel realistic. He's taking on a massive burden but under all that he's still just a kid. It was important to me that that was visible and understood. He's doing a brave thing and he's coping with it as any teenager would. Be sure to keep reading and then all your questions will be answered!