A/N: This is the last chapter of an unexpectedly long fanfic. Cheers to everyone who has reviewed, your interest and enthusiasm has been inspiring! Love you!

SHOWDOWN!

Outside his Dad's house, Jamie slammed his fist against the steering wheel of his car in frustration. Why had he done that? Dad wasn't the villain here. He hadn't deserved any reprimand, let alone such a vicious one. But he didn't need his Dad's ridiculous action plan. He'd considered all those points and more. Just ask his rubbish bin! He'd already written at least a dozen – if not more – letters/emails/journal entries detailing exactly what he thought of his brother's betrayal. And he'd dictated more into his phone voice recording app. He would get one completed, think it was exactly what his brother needed to hear, and memorise it to tell Danny so it could all be over. Because the truth was, he ached for it to be over. Now, he'd just made it worse. Not only did his brother consider him useless, now his father thought him rude. Awesome, Jamie, just flippin' awesome! Jamie thumped his fist into the steering wheel once again, knowing the dilemma was he couldn't stop mulling it over, and the more he mulled it over, the more he wanted to say. So he tore up/erased the current diatribe, and started on the next. He was just so full of hurt and bitterness, it had finally spilled out – onto an innocent victim, his Dad. His Dad, who had held him, comforted him, advised him. Jamie felt a right heel, no better than Danny. Why his Dad? Maybe Danny was right. Maybe he was nothing but a screw-up. Jamie collapsed onto the dashboard at the thought.

Danny left the house and was surprised to see Jamie's car still parked on the street. As he approached (grinning as he realised he had turned left) he saw his youngest brother slumped over the steering wheel. Though initially reticent about disturbing his brother, instinct kicked in, and he climbed in beside his brother. After an extremely lengthy, uncomfortable pause, Jamie whispered, "I am so scared. There used to be 3 of us, Joe, you and me. I told Joe my secrets, I told you my problems. Joe protected my heart, you protected my body. Then Joe . . . died . . . and I had no one to protect my heart anymore." Jamie voice broke. "But slowly I've learnt to trust you with it. I've told you stuff that for the last few years I've only told a gravestone and you proved you could handle it. Until now. I opened my heart to you and you repaid me by opening it to the world! I just feel so alone. But I have to forgive you. I promised Jack, so I will. Just not yet. For the sake of the family, so Erin isn't petrified her family is falling apart, so Jack is not scared of you anymore, I'm going to act like it. But for now that is all it is – acting."

Danny wasn't sure what Jack had to do with it, but that was a story for another day. Right now, he was searching for the right words to say to his distraught sibling. Then he saw the crumpled paper on the dashboard.

"Reckon you can write me one of those?"

"Huh?" Jamie finally looked at Danny, puzzled.

"Some practical stuff that I can do prove to you I'm still me, I've still got your back, I'll never do anything so daft again, and I love you," Danny assured Jamie earnestly.

Knowing that, as a man of action, this was Danny's way of apologising, Jamie gave a watery but wolfish grin and nodded hesitantly but agreeably.

Danny wondered what he'd let himself in for.

THE END

A/N: What has Danny let himself in for? If you would like to contribute to DANNY"S LIST, please PM (or guest review) me an item for the list, plus any characters you want included, from Season 4. As long as it fits Danny's criteria, and it isn't sexual or sadistic, I'll turn it into a one-shot for you.

A/N 2: I have also written a direct sequel to this story called "Jamie Takes A Holiday."