5 Years Earlier.

Danny sat in the airport. He had a bad feeling. Felt sick in the pit of his stomach. He shouldn't get on this flight. He knows he shouldn't! The only reason he felt like this is coz he and Alice argued. He didn't even like going to sleep after an argument. They always made up. So actually physically leaving her felt wrong felt worse. They called his flight and he approached the terminal. The dread got bigger and bigger. God at this rate he was gonna have an ulcer. He took his seat and noticed he was sat next to stag lads. He tried to ignore them. Plugged his Ipod in his ear and made relevant notes on Ethan from the file.

He wanted to have every defence available. His father couldn't get out. It would put Ethan back years! Rehabilitated or not he should stay inside. An innocent woman died and an innocent kid badly scarred by what he saw. Danny would die before he let him get out of jail!"

He compiled a few pages of notes when he decided to go and phone Alice. "Especially since it was getting late and she had 2 kids to get up to."

He went to the phone.

"Ethan!" she asked panicked.

"No it's Danny."

"O Danny hello honey."

"What's up Alice?"

"It's Ethan. He phoned me from the airport a few hours ago. He's going travelling and he hasn't told anyone where he's going!"

"Alice honey he's a man now. If it gives me perspective then it might be good for him!"

"Yeah and he's away from Lexi too!" She replied nastily.

"I didn't say that!" Danny told her defensibly.

"You didn't have to. Danny admit it you never fully accepted their relationship!"

"Alice please I don't wanna argue. I phoned to apologise. I understand I have a save the day complex. But I'm not sorry for leaving. Ethan would be a wreck if his dad got out. I'm gonna put a stop to it!" Danny said stubbornly. "I was just listening to a snow patrol song and it just hit home that I hate arguing with you. He murmured the words to the verse of the song called make this go on forever.

Please don't let this turn into something it's not

I can only give you everything I've got

I can't be as sorry as you think I should

But I still love you more than anyone else could

All that I keep thinking throughout this whole flight

Is it could take my whole damn life to make this right

This splintered mast I'm holding on won't save me long

Because I know fine well that what I did was wrong

The last girl and the last reason to make this last for as long as I could

First kiss and the first time that I felt connected to anything

The weight of water, the way you told me to look past everything I had ever learned

The final word in the final sentence you ever uttered to me was love

"Oh I know honey. I didn't mean it either. I guess we've just been getting on each others nerves a little. It happens to everyone. We'll get through it. I mean we've been married for nearly 15 years and I can count on one hand how many times we've had a serious argument so I guess we were due."

"I know I love you and I know you love me too. And we'll have fun making up when I get back."

"I have more pressing things." Alice said.

"Like?" he asked.

"How I'm gonna sleep without you tonight."

"That I can't help you with. But it's only for one and half nights. The half comes from the fact that I arrive back in Jo'burg at 1 o'clock in the morning not tomorrow but the next day."

He looked at the flashing light on the phone.

"I'm sorry honey I gotta go. The phones beeping feed me and I don't have any more change. I won't phone you when I land as it'll be like 2 in the morning on your end. And you have Amie and Daniel. Not to mention Lexi and we both know she ain't a morning person. I'll phone you before the meeting. I'll definitely try anyway. Love you Alice."

"Love you too Danny."

The phone disconnected with an angry beep. He placed the receiver back in the cradle. And went back to his seat. Asked for a pillow. Tried to settle. The lads got rowdy. His head was splitting. He spoke to the air hostess. Asked if he could move anywhere. She disappeared and told him they had a spare seat at the back of the plane if he wished. O he wished alright. He picked up his stuff and moved to the seat. Put the luggage away and then plumped up his pillow. Was just getting comfortable when a baby beside him started crying. He opened one eye and was looking at bright red cheeks. Bless her she was teething.

"I'm sorry." the mother said.

"Don't worry my baby girl has just been teething too. It's not easy is it baby?" he crooned at the baby.

She smiled. "I'm not just saying this but it's a proven fact that daddies are the best when it comes to teething!"

The mother rubbed gel on her gums.

"Amie is at home with her mum sister and 2 brothers. Her top teeth were coming through. She's my youngest. My baby!" he said proudly.

She smiled at him. "Her dad isn't around. He was in the army. Died in a roadside bomb. It's just her and me!"

Danny winced realising he had put his foot in it.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"It's ok. She is all I need."

As the numbing gel worked it's magic. The baby smiled a toothless grin at him.

"She's cute." he said with a grin.

"Snap with the name. Amy."

"We spell it A-M-I-E." Danny told her

"O she is A-M-Y. you should be able to sleep now. She seems happier."

"It was nice talking to you." he closed his eyes.

(X)

Next thing Danny knew they were bouncing all over the plane. He was jerked awake by the jars. And by passengers shrill high pitched screams.

"Passengers we are experiencing turbulence. Please fasten you seatbelts.

Danny snapped his in place felt frozen with fear. And he wasn't even afraid of flying! There was a flash the plane shrieked and shuddered. Then the planes stopped. Just went completely silent not a sound and not a movement. He didn't knew how he knew it just felt different. The lightning strike had stopped the engines!

"O this is so not good!" he muttered. The plane lurched forward and went into a nose dive he gripped the arms rest tightly and asked God to take care of his family. There was shuddering and the squeal of metal. Then everything went black and silent.

(X)

Danny woke up. Could smell acrid smoke. And something wet on his face. He opened his eyes. And saw he was still on the plane, what was left of it anyway! The roof of the plane had been torn off and had crushed people to the right of him. There was a hot intense fire at the front of the plane. About where his original seat had been actually. He rubbed his head and pulled his hand back. Saw it was matted with crimson red blood. It was then he realised he wasn't sat up! His seat was lying back. He hadn't adjusted it back to sitting properly after his sleep. And had fell. Looked to his left. Saw bodies. Oh my God. He looked away quickly. What the hell. They had no…. they had lost….." he couldn't think about that right now. He had to get out of here! He pulled at his seat belt but it was jammed. NO DAMMIT! He yelled. Pulled harder and it finally gave. He pulled so hard he hit himself in the head with his fist. Just another bump to add to the rest.

He considered checking people around him but the people to his left were obviously dead as they had been decapitated. To the right had been crushed by the roof of the plane and in front had been burned by the fire. And so he would be too if he didn't move and quickly. He head a soft weak mewling. He looked and saw the baby. Her mothers hand rested on her chest. She was still alive in her car seat. The plane shuddered. And the fire burned hotter. Aw the poor baby was a orphan. He loosed her car seat. It wasn't jammed as his was. Grabbed the babies pick bag from the shelf.

"I'll get her to safety and find her some loving family. I promise you!" he told her mother fiercely.

He looked around. Balanced the car seat on his wrist and made his way to the door tried to open it. Locked and even if he had the key it was obviously jammed. He had to climb out of the plane and find a way down without breaking his legs or neck! He again walked to the back of the plane and weaved in and out of dead people. Apologising as he went if he nudged them. He was well aware he was teetering on the edge of hysteria. He had to keep calm though. Hysterics helped no one! Not him and not the baby. He made a promise to her mother and fully intended to keep it! He climbed up and balanced on the back of 2 seats. Putting the car seat on his shoulder. Reached up and grabbed the hot jagged edge of the plane roof. He winced and yelped in pain as it cut into his hands, blood poured down his arms. He almost fell back into the plane as a explosions shattered the silence. Shuddered through the plane. His left ear rang then went silent. He hefted his leg over the edge in turned slicing a gash into his left leg. He slid down the edge of the plane quickly. Not realising how high up they actually were. He tried to protect the child as much as possible. He kept his hand out poised to grab if it came into contact with anything. Grabbed the metal sheet with held the wheel in place. Luckily for him it had nearly been torn off. His grabbed it, his arm jerked and he swung. His side hit the edge of the plane and the breath left his body in a whoosh. He hung on the car seat. Barely. She had nearly went crashing to the ground below! One arm holding them up. One arm holding the car seat he looked down. O god if they survived a jump they were freaking lucky. But since they survived the initial crash he figured luck was on his side. For now! Her bag around his neck. He hefted the chair back on his shoulder he said a prayer.

"Wish me luck little lady." he whispered to the child. Who stared up at him. He braced his feet against the metal and then pushed and let go. Felt himself flying through the air. Then heat as the ball exploded into a ball of fire. He fell and fell and fell. It would have only been a few seconds but it felt like eons passed. He hit the ground with an oomph. His side that didn't hold the baby took the impact.

"Argh!" he groaned and rolled into a ball. The baby hadn't felt the impact. Protected by his chest.

Danny couldn't move. He breathed heavily. Felt cold rain drop onto his face. Heat from the plane inched towards him. He was about to let unconsciousness take him when he heard a cry. He opened his eyes. Remembered the child. He had to get her to safety! He picked himself up and steadied himself. Winced as he bent down to pick up the car seat. His ribs protested. He had to get her to shelter. The rain could make her ill. He walked through a field away from the explosion. He stopped to feed her once and change her into dry clothes. Made a makeshift hood from the plastic in her bag. Kept her dry. Then carried on walking. For a long time!

(X)

He was lain on something soft. He had to get up. He had to be somewhere this morning. But where? He opened his eyes and found himself looking at a unfamiliar ceiling. He sat bolt upright.

"Where am I?" his eyes glazed. "What happened?"

"We were hoping you could tell us." An old woman said. "You've been out for three days. Just showed up at our door and passed out. Covered in blood you were. Your poor daughter had been fretting the whole time."

"Where is she?" he asked worriedly.

They brought her in and he hugged her close.

"What's your name? We looked in your daughters baby book and just assumed you were Peter Robinson."

"Um yes. I'm Peter Robinson." I think he added silently.

He looked at the child. For some reason he knew she had been teething. "Has her teeth been ok?"

"Yes we found a teething ring in her bag. You were banged up when you arrived at the door. We couldn't get any sense out of you. We thought you were off that plane came down until they said there weren't any survivors."

The woman was obviously waiting for an explanation. "Um my head is still a little fuzzy right now!" he hugged the child tightly.

"I remembered cutting my hands and leg climbing off something. And I think I head my head, numerous times!" a thought struck him. "Have you got a mirror please?" he asked. She handed him the mirror. Looked at his reflection. He looked terrible but they thought scared him less than the first one. He didn't know this face. The green eyes which looked back were a mystery. He had a cut along his forehead which had been cleaned and had butterfly stitches. Same with his hands and leg.

"We deliberated about telling the police or taking you to hospital but we wants no pigs on our land!" the woman vehemently declared.

So this woman hated the police! He thought.

"Have you got any clothes I could borrow. I'll reimburse you for everything."

"Yeah my boy was as tall as you."

As she left he sat and looked at himself in the mirror. "Peter Robinson." he whispered to himself didn't feel wrong. Didn't feel right either. He looked in his babies book. Amy Robinson. Now that felt wrong! Not the name but the spelling! It was just wrong!

"Hey Ames." he said softly.

She stared at him solemnly like she didn't know him.

"I know the feeling kid." he told her.

The woman returned with the clothes

"Thank you. I'll take your address and send some money." the woman eyed his sceptically then nodded and left him to change. He removed the bloody rags than barely hung to him and looked at his chest. Purple green bruises littered his chest had a scar across below his neck too. Saw the flash of a knife in his minds eye. Jumped back in shock.

He quickly pulled the clothes on and took the baby downstairs. Saw a old woman, young woman and a teenage girl sat at the kitchen table. He figured he was probably a bad man. At best a criminal. He had a wallet in his possession. It had money and credit cards. Why would he have some random mans wallet unless he'd picked it! The name on all the cards read Daniel Trevanion. £150 in notes. The 3 woman smiled at him as he entered.

"Do you want me to take her?" the girl asked eagerly. He clutched Amy tightly for a second then realised that they had cared for her for 3 days so….

"Hey Amy Mamey!" the baby smiled at her.

He went in his pocket and pulled out £50. "For the bed, board and clothes. And taking care of my little girl. I found a…my wallet."

"Thank you Mr Robinson but it isn't necessary." the young woman told him.

"We could have died. It is necessary!" he replied.

He picked up the baby who grumbled. He made faces at her which coaxed a smile. He placed her in her battered car seat.

"We have a battered old stroller you could have. It's really old but it works." the woman told him.

"Thanks." he said gratefully.

"Do you want me to phone your wife?" the old woman asked.

"No it's fine. She'll be at work." he lied.

The stroller arrived and he placed Amy in it.

"Thank you all. For everything. What's the address?"

She rattled off the address. Bristol. Bristol felt right to him. He told her an address which stuck out in his mind. If he remembered correctly he lived there with his mum and dad as a child.

"You live there?" the old lady asked. "It's not too far from here."

"I know where it is." he smiled. "Thanks again." he said as he left the house.

He walked towards the town centre. He frowned. He couldn't remember his own name or face but could remember the way into town. He stopped and pulled out his daughters baby book. Right he is 40 and has one child. Checked the address. Not the one he remembered. He caught the bus to the one he remembered and stood across the road. Had a memory of a gorgeous blue eyed black haired girl it was a flash. A second. He walked away as a family walked out of the front door. Went to this new address he apparently lived at. Is he this Peter Robinson? He'd find out soon enough! He let himself in with the keys which were in the babies changing bag. The place was full of boxes. He must have just moved in. he couldn't even remember moving! He took Amy upstairs' as she was gristling. The nursery was painted in shades of pink. He supposed this is his life!

A/N awwwwww poor danny :( cn i apologise 2 cloloveswah i tried so hard 2 convince her he was dead sowwy bt i wanted it 2 b a surprise x