The Past Always Comes Back by Nehebka

Corrected by Katknits00

Chapter 12

Jack Fosco arrived home tired, it had been a long hard day. He hated what he had done. He hated Sonny for sending him to do this job. He hated Danny for not surrendering and making him beat him but futher more he hated himself for not being able to say no and refuse the job.

He turned the lights on and discovered somebody unexpected sitting on his cuch. "What the fuck are you doing here?" exhaled Jack.

"I thought you'll be glad to see me alive and kicking" replied Danny. "Sorry if I don't stand up but your friend shot me at the leg and it still hurts".

"Are you crazy!" Jack yelled as he ran towards the windows and pulled down the blind. "If anybody knew you were here-"

Danny smiled. "I thought you didn't care"

"And I don't care" he said. "It's just that if they find you here, they'll kill me too".

"Well there's a solution. You could kill me and you'll win the respect of the gang" Danny said leaving his gun on the table.

Jackie looked at the gun and then at him. "Are you joking? Did you come here to get killed? 'cause that's what it seems".

Danny shook his head. "No, I just came here to help you"

"I didn't know I needed help."

"Since when you used you to run with Sonny and his gang?"

"It's very touching you're suddenly concerned about me, but it'd have been useful in the past!" said as he threw him a photo.

Danny took it. The photo was when they were kids. All the baseball team posed smiling just before a game.

-Flashback-

Danny stood on the home plate ready to smash the ball. It was the final of game of the season.

Jackie sat in the dugout. He was really nervous, win or lose, it all depended on Danny. He looked at the stands. The head-hunter had come as well as Sonny and his gang.

The ball was thrown and Danny smashed it. The ball was thrown back into the infield. Danny was rounding third base when their coach stood up with his arms up in a stop sign. "Hold up!" he yelled afraid that the other team could catch the ball before he arrived at the next base. Danny barreled around third and didn't slow down at all. 'Why should I stop?' thought Danny. We can only win if I arrive at home'.

A boy of the other team was set as the ball was fired in. He was about to grab it. Danny crashed into him violently and both boys went flying. Danny tumbled onto home plate. He was safe. They had won. The next thing Danny remembered was lying in a hospital bed. He woke up and found Jackie sitting beside him.

"Hi" he said as his friend nodded. Danny sat up in bed and glanced at his right wrist in a cast and tried to move it. He grimaced in pain as he looked at his friend and asked, "Can I still play baseball?"

Jackie remained silent. Danny immediately knew the answer. His wrist would recover, but never fully enough for him to resume playing baseball. "The head-hunter came to the hospital to check how you were-"

"I'm off, right?" he sighed.

"We're off." replied Jackie as he stood up and left the room.

-end of flashback-