~Sorry for not updating! I've had writer's block for a little while and then school started! YAY. . . Not. Any way on with the story~

With Danny, Tom and Harry:

Danny was so happy he couldn't even think straight. He jumped up and down after Tom told them the news. He latched onto Tom and held him as tight as he could. He heard Tom gasping for breath, but he ignored it. He only let go when Tom started to turn blue. While Tom tried getting his breath back he put his arms out and started walking over to Harry, Harry put his hands up in protest. "Oh no, that's quite all right Danny. I'm goo - "

Danny didn't listen. He squeezed Harry just as tight as he did to Tom. And he was going to do the same to Dougie when they got him back and he wasn't hurt anymore. After Tom and Harry's ribs were 'broken' Danny jumped up on the couch!

"GUYS WE'RE GETTING DOUGS BACK!" He yelled happily.

Tom and Harry smiled at their friend. They were so happy he was back to normal and that they were getting their friend back.

And for the next ten minutes he jumped up and down on the couch. Finally Tom said, "Okay! Danny, get down before you hurt yourself!"

Danny jumped one more time, like a little kid would do and then plopped down beside his blonde friend. Tom and Harry rolled their eyes, but smiled.

The next morning with Dougie:

Dougie woke up with his head punding, and everything was hurting.

The door opened to reveal Josh. Dougie tensed up.

"Well, we're gonna give your friends another visit." He bent down to Dougie's level and punched him the face once. Fresh blood washed over his hid already busted lip. Dougie whimpered. "Say cheese." He took a few pictures of Dougie's beaten body, with red puffy eyes from crying. Josh soon left. And Dougie was flooded with relief.

'I hope the guys are doing okay.'

At the Mcfly house:

Josh and Chuck just walked in without knocking.

Danny was laying on the couch in nothing but his boxers and eating a bowl of cereal, while Tom was in his boxers and a white tank top eating cereal out of a coffee mug. And Harry was eating a piece of toast with peanut butter on it while he was in his boxers and a t - shirt. They were watching cartoons. The three band members looked up startled.

"Aw look at this, I guess they got over their friend already." Josh said.

"Yeah, I guess we can just kill him now." Chuck replied.

Danny dropped his bowl and it hit the carpet, spilling milk and cereal everywhere. Tom sat down his mug on the coffee table and rushed to the kitchen and got napkins. He began to clean up the mess his friend had made.

"W - we got the money." Was all Danny managed say.

"Oh really, I don't see it." Chuck said cruelly.

"We'll have it tomorrow." Harry said sternly.

"And you'll have your friend tomorrow. He can't wait to see you guys. I don't think he likes us much and he's getting boring to play with anyway. You can only hear someone scream and cry for so long." Josh replied and threw and envelope over to Danny.

Danny caught it. His hands started shaking real bad. Harry took it from Danny.

'No, he's just getting better. He can't see whatever is in here.' Harry thought.

"Take a look at those. Just for fun this time." Josh said and he and Chuck walked out.

"Harry, give me the envelope." Danny said looking at the floor.

"No, we should just throw it away." The drummer said.

"No! What if there's something important in it?" Danny yelled.

He was right. Harry opened it and looked at the pictures of Dougie's red, sleep - deprived eyes, and abused body.

"It's Doug, isn't it?" Danny whispered.

"Yeah," Harry whispered.

"Let me see them." Danny said.

"No, Danny they're just going to upset you."

"I already am upset Harry!"

"This will make it worse! Just listen to me!"

"Give me the bloody pictures Harry Mark Christopher Judd!"

Harry sighed frustrated. And handed them to Danny.

Danny flipped through the pictures quickly. There was only five. He stared at the one of Dougie's tear stained face. He looked so scared. He looked so young. Not like a 17 year old at all. More like a 13 year old.

He stared at the picutres for a long time. Every thing was silent.

Tom sat down beside Danny on the couch and put a hand on his shoulder. "Danny? Are you okay?"

Danny sniffled and breathed deeply. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He sat the pictures down on the coffee table.

He was on the verge of tears, but he tried his best to hold them back.

"Danny? Look we'll have the money tomorrow and then we'll get Dougie back." Tom said glancing at the pictures of the youngest band memeber.

Danny nodded. "I'm going to my room." He mumbled and walked up the stairs.

Tom sighed and sat into the couch roughly. "Just when he was getting better."

"I tried, but he's just so stubborn." Harry replied.

"I know Haz. I know. Everything will be better tomorrow. They'll have the money and we'll have Dougie."

In Danny's room:

As soon as Danny's door was closed, he slid down it. Pulling his knees up to his chest and sobbing quietly into them.

'Why? Why Dougie? Cause he's the youngest? They should have took me instead. Dougie doesn't know how to handle pain like that! He doesn't deserve this! I'm never letting him out of my sight when we get him back. I'm not going to let anything bad happen to him ever again. He was taken and hurt because of me. I should have done something! I'm supposed to look out for him and keep him safe!'

These were Danny's thoughts as he crawled over to his bed. Halfway there he couldn't take it anymore, he broke out into painful sobs that wracked through his body. He cried himself to sleep, laying on the floor.

Hours later Tom knocked on Danny's door. "Dan? You okay?"

"Just go in." Harry told his best friend.

Tom nodded and opened the door. Their eyes went huge as they saw their friend laying on the floor, not moving. They rushed forward to him.

"Danny! Danny are you okay?" Tom yelled.

Danny slowly opened his eyes and rolled over on his back to face the singer and drummer.

They sighed in relief.

"What's goin' on?" He said sleepily.

"We found you on the floor, Dan. We didn't know what to think." Harry said.

"I - I fell asleep."

"On the floor?" Tom asked.

"I'm fine guys, really." He assured his friends.

"Okay," Tom said, clearly not convinced. "Get up in bed. It's almost 8:00. You've been out for a long time. You probably won't be able to sleep anymore tonight."

He helped Danny up and he got into his bed. And immediantly fell asleep.

"Okay never mind then." Tom chuckled.

"He's beeen needing a goodnight's rest for a days now." Harry said.

"We all need one. Come one. I think we should head to bed too."

Harry nodded and they went to their rooms to get some much needed sleep. Neither of them could wait for tomorrow to come.

~Okay, I know Dougie wasn't 17 in 2006, but I wanted him a bit younger, so sue me(: Reviews people?~