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Warnings: Slash, language.
It had been just a little over an hour since Jack left. Daniel finally calmed down, Henley still rubbed soothing circles over his back.
"W - we have to find him." Daniel stuttered.
"How do you expect to do that, Sherlock? He's a Horsemen. If he doesn't want to be found then he won't." Merritt said, his arm still crossed over his chest.
"Dylan, we can call Dylan." Daniel stumbled off of the couch in nothing but his dark blue boxers. He found his pants lying across the room by the TV. Picking them up he took his cell phone out of the front left pocket.
With shaky hands he called the FBI agent.
"I thought I told you not to call me unless it was an emergency." Came the a hushed voice.
"Dylan, oh my God! It's Jack! He ran off! You have to help us find him."
Dylan huffed, "Why did the kid take off? I told you four to stay together."
Daniel tried to painfully swallow the lump in his throat, "It was my fault," He whispered, "I brought home a girl last night and..."
He trailed off, unable to continue. If he did then he would break down again.
Dylan understood what had happened, Daniel did not need to explain any further.
"Damn," The agent muttered, "I'll be right there. Do not leave the apartment, is that clear?"
Daniel nodded even though Dylan could not see him.
"Yes."
After the older man hung up Daniel dropped his phone on the couch and plopped down beside it. He rested his elbow on the arm of the couch and covered his hand over his face. He was completely drained.
"Danny?" Henley asked.
"Dylan said he would be here soon."
Within the next hour there was a knock at the door. Merritt walked over and looked through the peep hole. Nodding he opened the door. Dylan walked in wearing a gray hoodie, the hood pulled up to hide his face, a pair of sunglasses, and a black backpack.
Taking the glasses off he asked, "Alright, how long ago did he leave?"
"About two hours ago." Henley answered.
"Remember when I revealed The Eye to you guys? And I took all of your cell phones and gave you new ones?"
He shrugged off his backpack.
All three magician nodded.
"Well I put trackers in them. We'll be able to find Jackie boy in no time."
Unzipping the bag he pulled out a laptop.
Daniel's face slowly broke out into a smile. He was going to get Jack back.
"And Daniel?"
The said boy looked up, "Yes?"
"Put some clothes on for God's sake!"
He let out a small chuckle and stood and walked over to his and Jack's room.
With Jack:
After the taxi driver dropped Jack off at the docks he looked out at the ocean. The clear blue waves crashing against the shore and docks. The sun felt good against his face and the thick, salty air brought back memories of when he would come down here almost everyday and perform tricks for whoever was willing to watch.
He dropped his bags onto the ground and within just a few minutes he had attracted a large crowd. First he did a few card tricks and wooed the people that way, but then he switched to spoon bending.
He earned about forty-three dollars in just half an hour. By an hour he had earned almost a total of sixty.
Jack was doing good until he realized how hungry he was. His stomach growled painfully.
"You have been a beautiful audience, thank you. My sincerest apologies, but I have to leave now."
There was a few groans and protests, but the crowd slowly disappeared.
Picking up his bags once again, he walked around until he found an old diner.
It was like walking in time.
The fifties, Jack thought as he walked further into the diner.
The floor was black and white checkered, the booths were bright red leather, a jukebox sat in the far corner of the room, Frank Sinatra's I've got you underneath my skin was playing softly, black and white pictures of Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, Lucille Ball, John Wayne, and many others scattered the walls.
Jack couldn't help but to smile. It made him feel cozy.
"Hey Darlin'!" He heard a woman's voice. The woman was dressed in an old light pink dress that went right above her knees, white tennis shoes, a white apron tied around her waist, and her blonde hair was done up in a slightly messy bun. She looked like she was in her early thirties. Her nametag read, Dallas.
Jack winced at the word. He used to love it Daniel called him Darling, but now it made his heart clench painfully in his chest.
"Uh hello." He sent her a sweet smile.
"Table or booth?"
"Booth please."
"Okie dokie this way!" She led him to the back of the room.
When he was seated she asked, "What would like to drink?"
"Cherry coke."
"Now, are you ready to order or do you want me to give you a few minutes?"
"I just want a cheeseburger and fries."
She nodded, scribbling it down on her small notepad before walking away.
Jack sighed and leaned his head back on against the booth. The days' events had exhausted him. Glancing over at the Elvis clock on the wall, with the swinging hips, Jack noticed that it was 11 o'clock.
He picked his head up and pulled his Galaxy S 2 cell phone out of his pocket. Dylan had told them to smash their phones when he showed them The Eye and he gave them new ones.
Dylan had said it was their safety; incase the other FBI agents tried to locate them.
A thought struck Jack and he snapped the back of his phone off and sure he enough his assumptions were correct. There was a small chip the size of his pinky fingernail. Dylan had put a tracker in his phone.
Son of a bitch! How could I have been so stupid!
He cursed himself for not realizing it sooner.
Dallas sat his meal on the table.
"Here you go Darlin'." She said in her deep southern accent.
"Oh good, more customers. It's been a little slow around here lately."
Jack followed her gaze and sure enough Daniel, Henley, Merritt, and Dylan were stepping out of a black SUV.
"Shit!" He threw three five dollar bills on the table and grabbed his things.
"Hey Sweetheart," He said with flirty smile, "Do you have a backdoor to this place?"
He rested a hand on the small of her back and she shivered.
"Uh," She blushed, "Yes we do. It's right through that door and through the kitchen."
"Thanks, Sweetheart." He kissed her cheek.
"Keep the change."
With that he left the blushing woman and fled through the door leading into the kitchen.
The cook was a big, round and greasy man.
He waved his spatula in the air angrily.
"What are you doing? You're not supposed to be back here!"
"Just taking a detour!" Jack ran passed the man dodging the spatula and then made it out to the back.
"Damn kids." Grumbled the cook.
As soon as Jack was in the back ally he saw a stray dog. Kneeling down beside the golden retriever he noticed his dirty red collar, but had no nametag. He smiled looking at the dog and then back at the diner.
With the other magicians:
After changing into some blue jeans and striped navy blue and white shirt and black boots Daniel entered the living room.
"Did you find him yet?" He asked with hopeful eyes.
"Sure did. He's six block away from the docks in some old diner called Blast from the past."
"Then let's go!" He shrugged on his gray jacket and was out the door before anyone could reply.
Dylan drove while Daniel sat beside him and Merritt and Henley occupied the back.
Daniel's leg bounced up and down nervously. He had no idea what he was going to say to Jack when they got there. His plan was to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness and hope that Jack takes him back.
Arriving Daniel was out of the car before Dylan had even stopped it.
"Crap, Danny wait up would ya?" Merritt said as the other magicians had to run to keep up with him.
The diner was empty minus a muddled waitress.
"Hello. Table or booth?" She asked with a goofy smile on her face.
"Yes," Dylan flashed her his badge, "My name is Dylan Rhodes. I am with the FBI. Now, have you seen this kid?" He held a small photo of Jack.
"His name is Jack Wilder."
Taking the picture from Dylan's hands she blushed again. Daniel didn't like that.
What had gone on here? He wondered.
"Um, yes, yes I have. He was quite the charmer. Is he in some kind of trouble?" She asked handing the picture back to the man.
"You could say that." He pocketed the picture.
"How long ago was he here?"
"Literally maybe two minutes. He left through the back door." She pointed to the back.
"He must of saw us." Daniel said and ran through the door, the others following close behind.
"Hey, what the hell are doing?" The cook screamed.
They all managed to duck when he threw some cooking utensils at them.
"His tracker says he is just on the other side of this door!" Dylan said looking at his phone.
Daniel burst through the back door and into the alley.
"He isn't here!" He cried.
"That's impossible," Dylan said looking around at the alley and then back to his phone, "It says he should be right here!"
Suddenly a golden retriever came bounding up to them. Merritt kneeled down and began petting him and rubbing his race.
"Hey boy. Have you our friend Jack anywhere?" He joked.
"Oh, so now you're a dog whisperer?" Daniel shot rudely.
"He's just kidding Danny." Henley said.
"Uh hey, Dylan?"
"What Merritt?"
"What do those trackers you put in our phones look like?" Merritt said looking at a tiny object in his hand.
"Why does it matter?" Dylan said pinching the bridge of his nose frustrated.
"Because one just fell out of this guy's collar?"
"What?" He yelled.
He and the other magicians crowded around the oldest magician and the dog.
"See?" Merritt held up a small black chip.
"That little bastard!" Dylan let out a chuckle of disbelief.
"He's smarter than we give him credit for." Merritt said standing up.
Where could he be? We were so close, so close! We missed by mere minutes! Damn it! Daniel thought.
Daniel was so mad his body was shaking.
"Danny?" Henley asked softly laying a gentle hand on her friend's back.
"Don't," He said in a dark voice.
The red haired girl withdrew her hand.
"Ugh! We so close to getting him back!" He screamed and kicked over a trashcan. It bounced against the wall making a loud banging sound and spilling garbage all over the place.
"Merritt was right! He's a Horsemen and if he doesn't want to be found then he won't!" He kicked another trashcan.
"If something happens to him then its all my fault, because I fucked up! I made the biggest mistake of my life! Jack is gone and it's all my fault! I ruined the best thing that's ever happened to me!" He half-sobbed as he faced the a nearby brick wall. He punched it out of pure anger.
Pain shot up through his fingers, knuckles and arm. It felt good. It was like a punishment, so, he did it again and again and again.
"Danny, Danny stop it!" Henley screamed, "We will get Jack back if it kills us, okay!"
Dylan rushed over and wrapped his arms around him to try and hold him back. It was no use, Daniel fought against him. He hit, kicked, and clawed until Merritt came into view. The older man looked into Daniel's sad eyes.
"Sleep," He commanded and then Daniel went limp in Dylan's arms.
"We'll have to try in a new tactic." Dylan said as he wrapped one of Daniel's arms around his neck and Merritt took the other. They began to drag him out of the alley with Henley walking behind them.
What they didn't know was that Jack stood on a nearby rooftop, watching the whole scene. All Jack had wanted to do was jump down and wrap his arms around Daniel's waist and make him stop hurting himself. But he just couldn't make himself.
I love Daniel with all my heart, but after what he did...I just can't. He broke my heart; shattered it to pieces. There's nothing left of me. Maybe one day I will return to The Four Horsemen. I just need some time to myself. I need time to think.
With those thoughts he picked up bags and began on his journey to nowhere once again.
~This chapter definitely shorter than the rest. Sorry! I actually am very disappointed in this chapter. It's kind of...boring. All well...the story will pick up! I promise! This also will be my last update for the next two weeks! I'm sorry! I'm leaving town for a while. But as soon I get back I will get to work on chapter three!~