I'm so sorry for keeping you all waiting! I'm just in one of my Noooo-ooooh-butterflys-marsmellows-kitten-aaaah-pe riods. Which basically means that I get distracted. A lot. And fast. Very fast. I sit down to write and end up watching the kitten gif tag on Tumblr for hours or just simply reading one fanfic after the other. It's horrible really, I can't get anything done! I recently finished high school, so I have a lot of time to get distracted. But, here it is! Nothing really supernatural yet, I first had to tie up some loose ends. Which was also a reason for me not posting sooner. I've written a time line for this story, but only for after a certain point in the story. Before reaching that point I had to write some other stuff, I couldn't just jump towards it. So that took time, a lot of time. Don't worry, the next chapters should be easier for me since I can start following my time line.

BUT IMPORTANT READ THIS PART PLEASE! I am going on holiday in a week and I'll be gone for three weeks. Afterwards I'll be moving because my study is in a city two and a half hours from my hometown so I probably won't have much time to write. Sorry! Please be patient. I'm not a very fast writer, I only write when I feel like I can actually write something good. Damn me for being a perfectionist.

Disclaimer: I don't own McFly, this is Pure Fiction. I make no money of this and it's just for yours and mine enjoyment. I also don't own Jack and Finn Harries (Jacksgap). Everything you don't recognize is mine, everything you do recognize is not mine. Simple eh?

Warnings: Language, violence and kissing and stuff -I can't write smut- and boy/boy relationship. Don't like don't read!

Previous on iawiaw: "I like Terka much better as well. Anyway, we're not gonna do anything. You're the leader of the Dragons, I'm Terka-Three. Nothing more, nothing less. Past is past and all that." Danny said, extending his hand towards Dougie. "Let's go with friends, tha' alright with you?" Dougie grinned and shook his hand.

Harry walked towards Danny's office, he was a bit scared to be honest. Danny was a known prankster, he had once managed to turn Tom completely green for two whole days. Tom had not been pleased, but Danny had somehow managed to get away with it. Dougie was quite a prankster as well, hell he called himself a pirate! So maybe putting those two in the same office was a bad idea. Yeah, Harry was mentally slapping himself. It was a really, really stupid idea. He opened the door, albeit a bit hesitant.

He wished he hadn't.

Well, it least he isn't green. Harry thought by himself, trying to find something positive in the situation. Dougie was lying on the floor, curled up into a ball, holding his head, moaning in pain. Harry was next to him in a blink of an eye. "What did you DO?!" He growled towards Danny. Danny held up his hands. "Nothing! Honest! We were just talking and he suddenly fell down!" Danny explained hastily. He then pushed Harry away. "Hey!" Harry growled outraged. Danny just waved his hand and pulled Dougie's hands of his head. "Poynter, stop this! Get your fucking shit together and stand the fuck UP for fuck sake!" Danny growled. Dougie's eyes shot open and he looked confused and in pain. "Thought…we...wouldn't do ta.." He hissed out. "Change of plan, you obviously need it. Now stand up!" Dougie glared, something Harry didn't now he could do that well, but stood up. He was shaking on his legs, not able to support his own weight. Danny and Harry both grabbed one of his arms and carefully brought him back to the little hospital.

"Well, this is certainly something I haven't seen before." Doc muttered. Dougie groaned softly, the lights were too bright, the bed was too scratchy, the noises too loud, everything was just too much. Harry was holding his hand, which he was grateful for. Harry's hand was cool and calming. "Dougie can you hear us?" Tom asked softly. Dougie tried to answer but all he managed was a soft whimper.

Flashes of dimly lit rooms, syringes pushed into an arm -his arm-, smiling people, laughing people.

"I think he's having some sort of panic attack."

Screams -his screams-, tears -his tears- and pain, a lot of all-consuming blinding hot pain.

"We just have to wait until the pills start to work."

Cold winds, dark nights, two little girls -his girls-, big men, naked bodies, snow, pavements, dark alleyways.

"Any moment now."

Little plastic bags, big hands, bruises on skin -his skin-, angry yelling, crying.

Darkness.

Dougie woke up in the hospital, again. His head felt better, the pain was just a dull throb instead of the piercing pain. Someone was holding his hand, there were hushed whispers and he heard a lot of beeping. His arm felt weird, he was probably hooked up to some machine. It made him itch, he had to get away, hospitals were bad. "Poynter!" Someone snapped, followed by a lot of angry whispering. Dougie opened his eyes and looked around. Danny was yanking his arm out of Tom's grip and walked over to were Dougie was lying on a bed. Harry, who was previously holding Dougie's hand stood up. "Mate," He started, but Danny waved him away. "What happened?" He growled out. Dougie's eyes widened. So he was going to play it that way? Brilliant, just brilliant. "I don't know." His voice was low and rough. "Like hell you do." Danny growled. "Talk." He said, sitting down on a chair next to Dougie's bed. "Danny…" Tom started, but he felt silent by the look on Danny's face.

Danny looked back at Dougie, who was staring intensely at the sheets. "Poynter." He growled softly. Dougie just shrugged. "Really, I don't know what happened! I don't know. My head started hurting really, really bad of all sudden. I mean my head was hurting before you know, but just a dull throb, nothing bad-it's hurting like that now-but suddenly when you..you grabbed my h-hand it became this s-s-sharp pain, like-like a knife or something and it b-b-burned and s-stung and it was so…so hor-horrible and…and it didn't stop just kept getting worse and worse and worse and I couldn't do any-anything about it and it was just too much I think and then…then I fainted." Dougie mumbled softly. Everyone was looking at him and it made him feel uncomfortable, really uncomfortable. He felt so small and weak and he did not like it, not one bit.

Harry felt so bad and helpless watching his boyfriend, was he even his boyfriend? Never mind that. Dougie looked so small and in pain! And he couldn't do anything about it! It was horrible, especially because Danny was able to do something. Something strange. Why did Dougie suddenly listen to him? Harry had gotten the impression that Dougie only listened to his sisters. He and Tom shared a glance, apparently Tom found this weird as well. Maybe it was because Danny never ever gave off the impression of being in charge. He was Terka-Three but he never really liked being in charge, seeing him like this was weird. Dougie finished his explanation, still refusing to look up. Danny sighed. "And now?" He asked, his voice a bit softer but still harsh and unmoving. "Poynter, look at me." He growled out. Harry immediately stepped forward, but Tom pulled him back. He just shook his head and hold on to Harry tightly.

Dougie looked up, slowly. He hated acting like this but it was imprinted in his brain. He just had to do what Danny told him to, it was some unconscious thing like breathing, doesn't mean he had to like it though. "It hurts." He mumbled. "Like I said, just a dull throb. And my hands feel all weird." He pouted, he actually pouted. If the situation wasn't so dire Harry would've squealed. Dougie just looked so damn adorable. "Your hands feel weird?" Danny said, also amused by the younger boys pout. "Yeah, it tickles a bit, tingling, like there is something like…electricity!" Dougie winced at the loudness of his own voice. The others just stared at him. Dougie sighed. "It feels like there is electricity flowing through my hands, like when you get a shock or something." He tried to explain. Danny slowly nodded. "Aha, yeah well Doc can take care of you. Next time tell us." He growled the last part. Dougie nodded and winced again. Danny stood up and pulled Tom and Harry out of the hospital, nodding at Doc on the way out.

"What the hell was that?!" Tom asked, trying to hide his confusion. Harry just glared, he didn't like this! He wanted to stay with Dougie, he was worried! Danny ran his hand through his hair, looking quite uncomfortable. "That…that wasn't planned." He said softly, sitting down heavily in one of the chairs in Tom's office. "What exactly was that?" Tom asked before sitting down as well. Harry remained standing, he was too nervous. "Just so you know, it wasn't planned! We had agreed to forget about it and not to mention it again, but the situation called for it and I guess it just sorta slipped in and-well I'm sorry!" Danny's eyes were wide and he was looking at the other two, silently pleading them to forgive him. Problem was, neither Tom nor Harry knew what exactly they had to forgive him for. Luckily Danny was having one of his brighter days so he understood it. He sighed deeply and started his explanation.

"As you two know, I've been on the streets for my whole life, literally my whole life. That's, tha's something special. Not many babies manage to survive, I did and that gives me a lot of credit by the other people and gangs on the street. Not the big gangs, but the street gangs." Tom and Harry nodded. The big gangs ruled the city, but the street gangs ruled, well the streets. Tom and Harry didn't know much about the street gangs, Danny dealt with them. Now they knew why. "As the two of you know I joined a kid gang and later the mother gang, but I didn't tell you just how high up I was exactly." He stared at the floor and was silent for a couple minutes. "I soon became the leader and well, since I was a leader and someone who live here for my whole life everyone had to listen to me. Even those of the other street gangs respected me because I was out there for so long. They still do, even though I left. But anyway, Dougie lived on the streets and he was gang-less. That meant he was the lowest there was, he had no rights. None." Danny paused to give Harry and Tom time to gasp. "Although I know he had some kind of protection." Harry's face closed off, Danny noted. He clearly knew something.

"He and other people in his situation especially respected us, most of them hope for protection or something. Anyway, Dougie has been on the streets long enough to have this respect imprinted in his mind. He can't really, well of course he can but subconscious he'll obey me." Tom's eyes widened. "That's a problem." He said. Danny nodded. "Yeah, but I left the streets, so he doesn't have to anymore, officially anyway. So that's what I told him. He's the leader of the Dragons, I'm Terka-Three, nothing more, nothing less. And well we shook hands and he collapsed." Danny finished his story.

"So that's how it's gonna be?" Tom asked. "You being you, him being him. No subconsciously obeying anyone?" Danny nodded. "The past is past." He said resolutely.

Meanwhile Dougie was laying in his hospital bed. Doc had just finished checking him over and had left him alone. His head still hurt, Doc didn't know why his medicine wasn't working. Dougie had a vague idea, but it sounded so absurd even in his own mind, so he didn't bother voicing it. He did think about it though, even when thinking started to hurt. Maybe those random flashes of weird memory-like things were his actual memories! He didn't know for sure and he sure as hell didn't know why he would be remembering those memories now and how it all happened, but he couldn't think of it much, since his head hurt so god damn much!

Then there was that weird tingling feeling in his hands. It had travelled upwards onto his elbow. It didn't feel weird anymore, it was part of him, he need it somehow. But it was annoying. Dougie knew instinctively that his arms shouldn't feel like this. He should do something with it, let it out in some kind of way, but he didn't know how. He groaned in despair. The tingling became stronger, almost painful. He moaned, just his luck, now his head and his arms hurt!

He led his head fall back on the cushion, which hurt by the way. Luckily, he thought grimly, those weird enhanced senses had worn off. He could actually lay in his bed now without being in constant pain because the sheets were too rough on his sensitive skin. He was the leader of the Dragons goddamnit! He would not be brought to tears because of a stupid sheet. He sighed and closed his eyes. Maybe sleep would help him overcome this stupid headache.

Tom, Danny and Tom were sitting in the same pub they had first met the Dragons. Harry had managed to contact Zilla and she had called up the other Dragons. Harry was nervous, but he didn't show it. Tom was staring intently at the pictures on the wall, a sign that he wasn't as calm as he appeared to be. Slowly the Dragons began to come in. They first talked with each other and the other people in the pub, then they sat down at the table. "So," The man Harry recognized as Todd began. "You have something to tell us?" Tom nodded. "Dougie, your leader, has been suffering a very, very serve headache. Our doctors don't know what's wrong with him and the normal pain medicines aren't working. He's currently in our hospital, sleeping." Tom explained. Angry chatter broke out on the table. Todd narrowed his eyes dangerously, Harry saw that both Zilla and Joyce were looking angry as well. Tom held up his hands. "We didn't do anything, we're trying to help him." He said in his cool no nonsense tone. "Our best guess is that he has these headaches because of his concussion he got at Polydon, but like I said, our doctors aren't sure. Basically, we don't know what's wrong with, only that there is something wrong with him." Tom explained. The angry muttering died down a bit, but Harry could still feel a lot of angry stares directed at him and his friends. The Dragons started discussing with each other. Harry, Tom and Danny had to wait. Finally, after a long fifteen minutes, they came to a decision.

"We need to check on Dougie." Todd said simply. "Of course, but we can't allow all of you inside our Headquarters." Tom said. Todd nodded understandingly. "Me and Joyce will go." Zilla spoke up. The Dragons started discussing this new development as well. Harry would love to slam his head against the table in despair. These idiots had to talk about everything! Dougie would've made them all agree in less than five minutes, Harry was sure of it. But instead of taking care of things, Dougie was lying in the hospital and Harry wasn't sitting next to him! He should be sitting next to him, holding his hand and saying that everything would be alright. Dougie needed him, he was sure of it. Luckily for Harry, he was quite capable of controlling his emotions. No slamming heads on tables for him, how tempting it may seem. A vein did start to throb in his forehead. Danny saw it and smirked, he fucking smirked. Harry was not a happy camper. Not. At. All.

After a long, long, long, very, very, very long debate that lasted a total of fifteen horrific minutes the Dragons finally decided to let Zilla and Joyce go. Harry was ready to pray to whatever god that listened to his prayers, but that would require him to stop moving and concentrate on something that wasn't Dougie, so it was a no-go. His mind paused for a short second to try to figure out just how Dougie became so important in such a short amount of time, but Harry pushed that thought out of his mind in favour of figuring out how to use his car keys again. Tom is next to him and tries to help him, but only gets in the way. Finally Danny pushes them both away from the car while stealing Harry's keys. He throws them an amused smile and starts the car.

Turns out Dougie didn't miss Harry, at all. He was asleep, a very deep sleep. Harry wasn't sure whether to be happy or sad about that. He decided to sleep as well, but the hospital was already pretty crowded since the Poynter twins were sleeping there and Doc didn't like having non-patients in his hospital. So Harry had ventured back to his apartment, still worried and hardly able to sleep. He did though, he slept for about four hours, before a phone call woke him.

"Harry? Harry this is Dan, you need to get down here!"
"Dan, whatissit?"
"No time to explain, just get back here!"

Harry ran into the hospital, eyes wide in panic. Danny always needed to have things explained and Danny would always give you an explanation as well. So Harry knew that whatever was happening was something serious. Danny, Zilla and Joyce were huddled around Dougie's bed. Zilla was crying. "What's going on?" Harry asked confused, Tom walked in behind him, a lot more composed but just as worried. Danny looked up at them, while Dougie and Joyce continued comforting Zilla.

"Jack is back."

So yeah, extra long chapter ladies and gentlemen! Proud of me? Oh and by the way, is someone maybe interested in becoming my beta? Your duties will mostly consist of checking over my chapters (duh) and pushing/bullying me into writing more and updating faster. Anyone up for the job? ^.^ PM me!

Love,Helen