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Part seven Your getting closer: to pushing me right off the ledge

I think I just pushed this poor man over the edge.

What have I done?

"Daniel?"

Billy hears his lover call out to his friend. He feels Jack push him off of his naked body and pull himself up the bed. Billy wants to turn and look at Jack, but at this point he cannot. His eyes are entranced with Daniels. Blue eyes flooding with more tears. He can see fine tremors throughout the man's body. Spasms. As well as gasps for breath.

Then the door way is empty and Jack grabs his boxers and runs out after Daniel.

Billy just continues to stare at the door in which his love just exited.

He's lost him.

His stupid insecurities have cost him Jack.

What the hell is wrong with him?

Billy turns and places his head on Jack's pillow. Pulling the sheets up, he curls up in a ball and allows tears to fall from his eyes.

That night as Daniel closed his eyes to sleep, images of Cameron's final moments filled his head.. Screams of his lovers pain filled his mind feeling as it were happening at that exact moment. Then it would change. The murder victim's face would warp. No longer would it be Cameron becoming disemboweled. Once brilliant and alive blue eyes would turn into chocolate Brown. Short spiky brown hair would turn into layered grey. It was Jack's voice that would be screaming as he was ripped apart and Daniel would be helpless to stop it. His own screams barely heard over their tormentors... the murderers.

Pulled awake in a silent scream, Daniel jumped up from the couch and ran. He barely made it to the bathroom before he heaved his empty stomach. After a few moments he rests his head on the cool seat. The nausea wasn't settling. His body muscles felt like they were made of Jell-O. He laid there for a few minutes and tried several times to get a steady balance on his feet. Even though he was still shaking, and holding on to the door frame to stay upright he was pulled toward Jack's bedroom. He knew that Billy had went in there with Jack, but he had to check on him. The images that were still dancing around his head had scared him. They felt too real. He just had to check on him. Just to make sure he was all right.

Praying he would be able to stay on his unsteady feet, Daniel made his way to Jack's bedroom. The door was partially open, and he would just catch a quick glance then hopefully he'd sleep a little bit. Grunting a bit and breathing heavily he had no idea of what was in store for him when he reached that short distance to the bedroom.

Tears flowed down his face. Fifty thousand tears. I cried. He was getting better, or so everyone including himself thought. He didn't feel better. In fact, he felt much worse. His poor body Continued to shake in spasms and he tried to steady himself using the door way. Billy caught his sight. Their eyes locked, hypnotized. Only when Jack called his voice was the spell broken. Daniel stumbled away from the doorway and tried to find a safe haven. His body could no longer carry him. He barely made it to the couch as his body folded in on itself. Cuddling into the seats of the couch, Jack made his way over.

"Daniel?" he stated, obviously concerned. The way Daniel's body was shaking had him worried. Making his way over toward Daniel, he took a seat on the cushion, and allowed Daniel to place his head in his lap.

"Are you all right?" Jack asked already knowing the answer. He played with Daniel's hair hoping to calm the shakes away.

Stifling his tears Daniel lifted his head. His red, blood shot eyes caught Jack's.

Shaking his head as his answer .

"No, I'm not all right. I thought I was better, but I'm not."

Jack just stared at his friend. Pulling his head to his chest, he cradled the man as if he were a child.

He rocked Daniel until the younger man fell asleep.

"I'll help you get better, Danny. That I promise." He told that to the sleeping man.

"I promise."

TBC?