Notes:
English is not my mother tongue and i hope you can excuse some mistakes. I'm welcoming corrections or suggestions for improvements. I wrote this story bc it was stuck in my head and I wished for it to happen.
I would love to make someone happy reading this. Have a good time enjoying one of my favourit ships. :)

Takes place while Daniel Atlas is controlling the weather.

"Get to the next stage now!", Dylan said into the walkie-talkie. Everyone was confused about the timing. Lula was faster than Daniel in asking what happened. "My stupid brother happened!" bursted Merritt. Dylans rushed voice was to hear once again "Gather! now!".

Danny looks around him and lets the rain fall normal again, while explaining that he used the lights and water machines. He takes in the crowds loud scream and over-excitements. This was it. The best feeling. The crowd to his feet, longing for more. But sadly, he had to wrap things up. He pulled up, his from the rain drenched hood. Over the crowds excitements there was a distinct thump, right at the time he spread his arms to let himself fall into the rain cold concrete ground. It felt like the air was pushed out of his lungs even before he hit the ground. For a second everything went black.

He somehow gathered himself at an alley nearby. His head began to spin, and the showman looked down. His abdomen felt hot and there was a stabbing pain. He touched his left hip and immediately shrieked up as the pain got worse. His hand, that before was cold and wet from the rain he manipulated, was now warm and sticky. He turned it up only to see blood dripping from his hand. Holding his breath and cursing trough his teeth.

"FUCK!", Daniel knew this was bad news, but he had to gather his thoughts and get to the others. He couldn't let them down another time. He already felt like the biggest asshole about getting them into danger in the first place and then there was what he said to Dylan. His chest thighed and he felt his mind drift away to those beautiful hazel-coloured eyes he loved to lose himself into. Every time the leader of the horseman smiled, his hazel eyes would lighten up and Daniel would feel his stomach turn upside down.

"Danny, Lula where are you?!", the deep rough voice he loved so much listening to, ripped Daniel out of his daydream and back to this fucking bullet stuck inside his left lower side from his abdomen. Or was it more up to the stomach? He couldn't really tell because the pain was all over his left side. He got up and started walking towards the gathering point, cursing under his breath that he was put the farthest away. Every step felt like a punch in his stomach. Before he could answer Dylan, Lula said sarcastically "I'm almost there! It's a little hard running in high heels!" With that Daniel had a smirk on his face and took up his speed. He tried his hardest not to think about the numbing pain. "Daniel and you?", he heard in his ear again. God, he loved it when this raspy voice called his name. Trying his hardest not to wince he replied: "Me too."

He could hear the other horseman laugh when Merritt jokingly said: "What? Run in high heels?". If Daniel would not be trying his hardest not to faint while running at the moment, he would have said something back. But he couldn't. Daniel sighed with relieve when he turned the corner and saw the bikes standing there with the other Horsemen already on them. Lula must have just arrived because she was about to sit on a bike. The second she saw Daniel she shouted "Oh hey! How was running in heels?" snickering went over the others, but he couldn't reply anything and just sat on the bike. Trying not to flinch, he slowly put his helmet on. Now Merritt wasn't able to see when he contorted his face in pain. But Dylan had already spotted something was wrong and asked the showman whats the matter. Daniel got to stutter the words "Not happy about what is coming now" before Jack pressed the gas pedal and went flying into Walters armed guys.

The moment Dylan looked at Daniel for approval of getting ready to catch Lula, he cursed at the bullet stuck inside him because he knew that what was coming now would hurt bad. Well he somehow managed to fight Walters men back but he was starting to feel numb. Not just his left side it felt like his whole body was shutting down because everything started to tingle. Like when a body part falls asleep. This numbness did not hold for long thought. Getting into the plane, Daniel was the last one brought in, and Walter walked up to him and punched him into the stomach. Every little bit of stabbing pain returned to his body and he thought his left side would just crumble and fall of. "I see you got my present", Walter smirked from ear to ear. Daniel was not ready to let this asshole have this pride but the only thing he could say under his breath was "Yeah, thanks so much"

Luckily no one saw that, and he could just let himself fall into a chair. But even thought no one saw what just happened Dylan knew something was up. Right at the second Danny did not arrive at time at the gathering point. The control freak was always on time when they worked a show and when Merritt teased him over something stupid, Daniel would always, always counter with something. Daniel looked as pale as never before and he did not have the last word, like he normally would.

Dylan would have loved to ask the younger showman what was wrong, but he had to go on with the show. He felt like it did not help continuing because after Daniel exclaimed "You should have had a plan B! You did this!" the Youngers state worsened.

Everything went after plan and Merritts brother suggested throwing them out of the plane. Daniel felt relieved to know it wouldn't be to long now that Walter and Arthur got what they deserved. What he did not realise was that being thrown out a plane, even when it was on ground with a mat on the floor, would hurt like hell with a gunshot. The moment he slapped on the mat the air was once more pushed out of his lungs. But there was no pain. Just numbness. Trying to get up he stumbled, and Jack helped him, worried he looked at his teammate. Daniel told Jack everything was alright, he just did not expect this hard of a throw. Even though Jack did not fully believe him, he returned to the others. The cold breeze that hit them when the walls hit the water, was like a welcoming refreshment for Daniel.

Up on the plane wing everything went smoothly. He did not have much to do so he could gather his thought a little bit. His body felt numb again but warm. Even though the cold air should be freezing right now, everything felt hot. He looked at his feet and realised he was shaking, not knowing if it was excitement because of the show or his body telling him it was shutting down.

He thought about Dylan and what he had done for them and what Daniel had done to him. How horrible everything must have been for Dylan. Being pushed away by his Horsemen, he tried to protect, being punched around and almost dying the same way his father did. The only thing Daniel could think of this moment was giving him the credits he deserved and spoke to the crowd: "He is our friend and he is our leader, Dylan Shrike!" Dylan walked down the wing towards Daniel and if his body wouldn't already been burning so much, he would have felt himself blush when Dylan walked past Daniel while trailing a hand around his waist.

After that everything went by like traffic-lights at night. Daniel could not really make out what was happening, but he was able to get into the police boat and then the car in which Li was waiting for them ashore. They sat into the car; Daniel unusually quiet. Jack in the middle seat was leaning to Lula in the passenger seat. They were still holding hands, giggling, and laughing. They replicated most of the evening with utmost ecstatic. Merritt laughed with them.

Daniel had his head pressed against the cold window. The adrenaline rush from the show faded and exhaustion set in. He put his right hand on his drenched jacked and breathed in the light breeze from the cold window.

"Merritt", the injured whined weakly. After no response he gathered his breath and groaned a little louder "Merritt". The hypnotist turned his head towards Daniel. "What is it?" After looking at the younger Horseman he knew something was up and repeated his question but this time more worried and earnestly.

"We're safe, right? It's over?", the younger asked exhausted. At first Merritt joyfully told him they did the show. "Yeah, we showed this asshole his place and made an amazing show!". He began to frown when he realised Daniel did not seem as excited about it as the others. So, he asked again what was wrong but the only answer he got was a mumbling "Good…. Good."

His eyes began to close while the hypnotist leaned over and saw blood on Daniels hand.

"Shit!"

With that everyone turned to Merritt, who looked horrified to the injured boy. Realising he had to do something he grabbed Daniel by the shoulder and laid him down on to the car seats. The once white car seat behind Daniel was now coloured crimson red.

Merritt carefully removed Dannys coat just to find his entire left side drenched in blood. There was a shocked pause before movement and shouting erupted from within the car.

He gasped at the sign of the wound. Daniel had a gaping hole on his lower left side. But it was hard to tell how big it really was. Everything was just red. "Jack press this against!" hurriedly he handed Jack his scarf. Daniel hissed at the pain and Jack felt sorry right away. But it was the only thing to help. Merritt took his phone "We need to get him to a hospital now!" and began to call someone while Li told them he knows someone they can go to without problems. The most searched refugees couldn´t really go to a public place. "Dylan!", the older exclaimed at the phone. "We have a big problem! Daniel has been injured! Badly!"

The only thing Daniel was aware of before everything went dark, was the voices of his teammates calling his name. He wanted to tell them he's alright and they didn't have to be worried. But he couldn't. Not only because he didn't have the strength but also because he knew he wasn't.

Dylan rushed into a scene he never thought he would see. In this hidden clinic, he found Lula nervously strolling the room up and down. To the back he saw Jack rinsing a big amount of blood from his hands. Dylan hold his breath. He felt his heart pushing against his chest and his stomach turn.

He locked eyes with the only member inside this room leaning totally still against a door. Walking heavily footed to Merritt he asked in a breaking voice: "How is he?" not actually wanting an answer, anticipating the worst. He was not ready for it. Everything went so fast. He hadn´t yet told Daniel how he felt about the young showman! He wanted more time with him. They didn't have any time yet! He needed more time!

Merritt sighed and clenched his hat harder against his chest, "The doctor hasn't come out yet. We don't know."

Right this moment the door behind him clicked open. A thin looking woman came out the door with a coat full of blood. The sight of her face was enough to know it was bad.

Dylans stomach turned. Again. "I'm sorry", the doctor began "I did everything I could but…"

~ End of chapter one