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Uncle (Danny, Greg, Rachel, Cai, Zoe, Dylan, Deirdre)

It was Danny's first time out since he'd been at Priory and before then he wasn't exactly hitting the town every night. The trip to Robert MacGavillary Memorial Hospital felt strange and by the time they arrived, Danny was just glad to be inside again.

Having arrived early, Danny sat in the waiting room, willing his friends to show up soon. He couldn't get his mind off what he was about to do. He hadn't told any of his friends his plan because he knew they would stop him. It involved getting closer to Greg than he ever hoped to be again, and just the thought of it was weighing on him. He hoped it would work out and he could get the information he needed. Without it, this was all going to be for nothing.

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Dylan watched Zoe, wide eyes and a horrified expression. He didn't understand what the hell was going on and it seemed everyone around him was imploding and what the hell, this was his first time out of the house, dammit. He clung a little tighter to Rachel's hand as he turned back to watch Danny.

"There...there's been others," Greg admitted, looking ashamed.

"It's okay," Danny assured his uncle, even though it wasn't. The thought that Greg had done this to someone else...anyone else- "Greg, just tell me. Tell me and I'll take care of it. Then they'll have to drop the case and we can get out of here. I've been thinking...maybe we should go to Spain, hmm?"

"You like Spain, sweet boy?"

"I like sun and beaches," Danny says easily. "How many people are we talking here?"

"Daniel- Being away from you was so hard-"

"I know," Danny soothed him. "I know, Greg."

"There was a student here in London when I first hid from Val." Greg rattled off her name and Danny cursed himself for not telling his friends to write this shit down. Dammit. "I...I kept her with me for a few weeks, but she got so tired-"

Like I did, Danny thought, trying not to panic. "You didn't know how to control your...feeding? I understand, Greg."

"Then I fled to Scotland-" Greg continued to explain the people who could possibly testify against him, and Danny felt sicker and sicker. Two in Scotland, one in York. Another in Wales who had killed himself after six months, and then he had found Danny again. Danny wanted to cry and puke, possibly at the same time, but goddamit it, he had to hold it together.

"It's not your fault," he insisted again, even though god it was. "Is that everyone-"

"Kiss me," Greg said, his voice feverish. "Dan, I'm burning up. I can't just sit here any more with you so close. Please. Please, just...just kiss me."

Danny's heart thundered against his chest as he struggled to find a reason to avoid it. "G-Greg, I- Someone might see, and you're still my Uncle. It's...it's still illegal and I can't risk-"

"Oh, Jesus," Greg said, his eyes falling closed. Danny realised with dawning horror, that Greg was squirming in his chair now. "Dan- Fuck. Fuck, I want you."

Rachel heard herself say "Danny no," out loud and she pressed the hand that Dylan wasn't squeezing up against the mirror. "No, that's too far," her heart felt like it was throbbing in her throat, making it hard to talk. No she wouldn't watch Danny kiss him. She wouldn't let him. He was clever and brave and unbelievably sneaky, but she wouldn't let him go that far. "DANNY!" her voice cracked out of her throat, as she banged her hand flat on the mirror. "NO!"

Dylan can't really blame Rachel, since he would rather like to slam his fists into the mirror as well.

Behind Danny, the mirror wobbled, but Greg was too caught up in his own lust to even notice. "I think about it all the time," Greg continued, because of course now he thought this was what Danny wanted to hear. "I think about your pale skin and your beautiful lips. Dan, touch me, please."

Danny needed to ask if there were more people, but he couldn't take it any more. The scrubs Greg was wearing didn't exactly mask his erection and the way Greg rubbed his legs together, seeking out friction anywhere possible.

"Stop," Danny whispered because it's weak and pathetic to give up the game now.

"Dan-" Greg's grip tightened on Danny's hand and that was all Danny needed to send him over the edge into full-blown panic. "Daniel-"

"STOP!" Danny yelled, trying to pull his hand away when Greg's hand clamped down on his wrists.

"Daniel, why-"

"Oh god, HELP!" Danny called out to his friends, unable to keep up the mask any more. Tears appeared in his eyes because he's trapped and Greg's stronger, "help me, please!"

In the other room, Deirdre moved away from the door.

Rachel was bolting for the door even before Deirdre moved, scrambled at the doorhandle for a frantic moment before she slipped through, the first one into the room. This was when her cast would have been useful - she could have slammed it down on Greg's hand to make him let her Danny go. Instead all she had were two arms, one significantly weaker than the other - but her nails were long. Bright orange and long. She'd torn her own wrist open with her nails, she could damn well tear open Greg's. "LET HIM GO!" she screamed, grabbed Greg's wrist and dug her nails in as hard as she could.

Greg yelped in shock, his grip on Danny loosening enough that Danny could pull away. He stood, backing up from Greg so far and fast his back hit the mirror hard. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Danny hissed, curling in on himself.

"Dan- Daniel, what the fuck is happening!" Greg roared, trying to stand and failing. "What the fuck?"

"SHUT UP!" Danny thundered at Greg. He threaded his fingers into his hair and pulled hard, willing the pain to ground him. "Shut the fuck up, you actually thought I could love you."

To Danny's shock, tears welled in Greg's eyes and be began to cry in earnest.

Rachel jumped back from Greg the second he let Danny go, and grabbed onto Danny instead, wrapping her arms around his stomach. She didn't try to stop him pulling his hair, she didn't think could, but she could hug him.

Zoe burst into the room a moment later, planting herself between Greg and Danny. Her whole body felt too tense, being in the same room as him. She was glad he was crying.

Cai followed, though he didn't have a clue what help he would be he only knew he couldn't stay on the other side of the room, just watching. He had to be where his brother was.

Danny leaned into the embrace, so grateful his girlfriend was there with him. He didn't have to pretend any more. He didn't have to say disgusting things that he hated. "I don't love you," Danny whispered over Rachel's shoulder. "I don't love you, I hate you. I don't give a shit what you are, it doesn't excuse what you did to me! How you tortured me. FUCK you."

Dylan watched his friend berate Greg and he couldn't help feeling bitterly proud. Deirdre stepped up beside him, reaching out to pull her brother close.

"Daniel, I did it because I need you," Greg insisted.

"NO! You need- You need to be fucking castrated," Danny yelled, letting go of Rachel in the fear that he might hurt her. He knew he was getting worked up, but he didn't care. He had spent nearly ten minutes pretending to be in love with this man, it was to be expected.

"Dan-"

"My name isn't fucking DAN!" Danny screamed. "I demand respect, Greg. Isn't that right?" He stepped forward, his eyes flashing. "Isn't that what you said to me? I think from now on you can call me sir."

"Fuck you," Greg hissed at him.

"Never again, you fucking monster," Danny growled, and before he could stop himself, his hand shot out, grabbed Greg's pinkie finger and bent it backward until he felt and heard it snap and Greg screamed.

Rachel pressed her fists against her mouth as she watched, her eyes wide and her spirits high. "Yes!" she exclaimed, as Danny yelled at Greg. When Danny snapped Greg's finger, she whooped in delight. No - delight wasn't quite right because delight didn't work with this pent up fear and this horror -

Victorious. She felt fucking victorious, even though it was all Danny. She wanted to kiss him so much right now. She grinned at Zoe, who looked back at her for a moment like she was utterly insane.

But then Zoe grinned too, though her grin was tighter and meaner. She drew her own hand back and, first clenched, hit Greg as hard as she could in his face, right where he'd punched her.

All of a sudden the room exploded in violence and Dylan stared at the others before casting Cai a worried look that clearly said what the fuck is happening right now. Of course there was a chance Cai might join in, and Dylan really rather hoped not. He was holding onto Deirdre with a death grip to make sure she didn't demon out and start in on Greg herself.

"Oh my god," Danny said, impressed with the way Greg's head cracked to the side. "Damn, Zoe, good shot." Greg was whimpering in front of them and he was glad.

"This is what you deserve," Danny growled at Greg, who was trying to hunch in on himself because he was trapped and couldn't move. "This and worse. You feel trapped right now? Terrified and hurt and overwhelmed? You made me feel that my entire life. And then for two weeks you made it so much fucking worse."

"Daniel," Greg wailed, but he doesn't say anything else.

"You listen to me," Danny says, stepping forward to grab Greg's face. He lifts it up so Greg has to look at him. "I am going to go find every single one of those people you mentioned and we're all going to come for you if you insist on bringing this to court instead of just pleading guilty like you so clearly are. Do you understand?"

Greg's eyes met Danny's and as the boy threatened him, the fear faded away. His lips twisted in a cruel smile. "You're afraid," he said, honing in on the fear behind every single one of Danny's words. "You're terrified about going to court."

"N-"

"If you think I don't know what fear looks like on you, Daniel, you're sadly mistaken," Greg hissed and Danny dropped is hold on Greg's face. "You know there's a chance I'll get away with it. And then there's no way you'll be able to stay away from me forever. I'll find you-"

"Stop it," Danny hissed, backing up.

"Yeah, stop it!" Rachel stepped forward as Danny backed up, and Zoe let her because she looked like she needed to vent. There were enough people who had fucked up Rachel's life that she never got a chance to yell at, she could damn well take it all out on this one. "You'll never find him! You're never going to touch him again! You're never going to touch anyone! We've won! Danny's so much smarter than you and so we've already won!"

Danny could hear Rachel rush in to protect him even after he slammed his hands over his ears to give himself a few moments to just breathe. She's been so brave and to hear her say things like that makes him so proud.

"Who the fuck are you?" Greg growled, eyes narrowing at Rachel. "You're no one. I found Danny after ten years, I'll do it again and I'll take him so far away no one will ever find him again."

Danny whimpered, moving closer to his brother when his hands over his ears don't block out the threat. Cai was strong, right? He had strong arms? Cai was his brother, he could protect him.

"Did he tell you how pathetic he was by the end of it?" Greg asked Rachel. "He started asking me to fuck him."

Danny hadn't told anyone about that, and of course it wasn't what it sounded like, but Greg was still technically right. He whimpered again, all of his bravado withered away by Greg's statements. He very nearly moved to cling onto Cai's arm when he remembered he shouldn't.

"You lost before you even knew you were fighting," Greg says triumphantly.

Okay Cai, Cai thought to himself. Stay grounded. Stay calm. Stay in your own head. Everyone was flipping but he couldn't let himself. He had to keep his feet on the ground, he had to keep breathing in, breathing out. He had to keep Danny calm, and do all he could not to fall into a vision because right now that would probably destroy him, and almost definitely destroy Danny. Hey Jesus? he asked silently. You got my back, yeah?

Yeah, thought Cai to himself. Yeah. "Okay Danny, I'm here," he said, carefully taking Danny's shoulders in his (gloved) hands. "You wanna get out of here? We can go, any time."

"Hey Zoe," Rachel said, "Wanna punch him again?"

Zoe's hand really hurt. "Fuck yeah," she said, and punched him again.

With Cai's hands on him, Danny was able to take several deep and calming breaths. "No," he said, moving to grip Cai's shirt tightly because that was kind of like holding onto him without actually making skin to skin contact. "No, I- But thank you so much, just don't go anywhere."

Greg's lip was bleeding as he turned to glare at Zoe. "I remember you, you filthy bitch. Do you still dream about me?"

"SHUT UP!" Danny screamed at Greg because he cannot stand Greg taunting Zoe about his mental violation of her. "You shut up, don't talk to her like that!"

"They know how pathetic you are now, Dan," Greg says, turning to his nephew instead. "How long before they abandon you?"

Danny has always struggled with feelings of worthlessness, but there was no hesitation when he said, "never gonna happen, arsehole."

"You begged-"

"You were starving me!" Danny finally screamed, since they all have already heard what he did anyway. "You were fucking starving me and the only way you would feed me in the end was- Are you fucking kidding me, I could feel my fucking body eating itself! Of goddamn course I did whatever you told me to do!"

"Oh, Danny-" Dylan said sadly.

"Don't you dare pity me," Danny hissed, his fist tightening in Cai's shirt.

Zoe had hit him so hard that her hand screamed in pain, and she wanted so much to shake it out but refused to show any sign of weakness. She couldn't hit him again, though - her fingers refused to close back into a fist. Do you still dream of me he said, and she felt twisted and sick. "No," she said, but she heard how defiant she sounded, how untrue it sounded. She hadn't dreamed - but she had relived it, only last night.

"I could punch him," Rachel said, fidgeting from one foot to the other. "If he says another word, I can punch him."

"Rach," Danny said, torn between going to hold her hand and staying beside Cai who could protect him. "Rach, you don't have to hit him. He's just- He's just bringing up bullshit to make himself feel better."

"I will always have the memory of breaking you," Greg said to Danny. "I can close my eyes and still see those soft red lips, begging me to fuck them."

Danny clenched the fist that wasn't clinging to Cai's shirt for dear life, but he managed to hold on to his panic. "They're just words, Greg."

"I can remember it every night when I touch myself. Can you touch your self without thinking of me?"

Danny shuddered, but he didn't say anything. Instead he glanced at Rachel and Greg noticed. "Ahhhh, or when you touch her."

"Stop it," Danny warned him.

"Does he beg you to fuck him like the slut he is?" Greg asked Rachel, grinning from ear to ear.

"Do it, Rachel!" Zoe encouraged. "It feels great." It felt as much of a rush as beating up a huge man in a giant haunted house. She guessed her perspectives were a little skewed, but now wasn't the time for self-analysis. Now was the time for violence.

Maybe if they hit him hard enough he'd lose all power of speech, he'd never make it to court. It was a brutal thought, but the way Greg was talking, Zoe felt she needed to be brutal.

Rachel hit him, even though Danny said she didn't have to. She hit him because she wanted to, because she and Zoe were spurring each other on, because nothing could touch them. Because no one was allowed to talk about Danny like that.

Watching Rachel hit Greg was somehow different than watching Zoe hit him. Zoe had been there when Danny was rescued. Zoe had been hurt by the man, but Rachel was doing this just to protect him and it felt- It felt like he was making her violent and he didn't like that.

He let go of Cai's shirt, finally, and moved over to Rachel, slowly taking her hand in his. It felt like there was so much more to say. There were still things he needed to scream at Greg or he would have left already. If this was upsetting his girlfriend this much though-

"Rach, it's okay," he said, moving to kiss her forehead.

Greg, who looked quite worse for wear by now, smiled up at them with blood on his teeth. "Sure it is," he growled at them. "It's fine, you'll just never be able to be together without the ghost of me haunting you."

"You know what?!" Danny yelled, turning towards his Uncle, his grip on Rachel never wavering. "You think you see fear in me? I see it in you too. You're terrified because you know you're stuck here. Forever. You'll never touch me again and it's killing you, you sick fuck. So while you like to think you've won, the truth is I get to live my life with the woman I love and you're going to rot here."

Rachel hooked her arm around his back and pulled him closer, closing her eyes as he kissed her forehead. Her arm stayed around Danny as he yelled at Greg, as Danny proved over and over how amazing he was, and she swelled with love for him. He was going to spend his life with her, and for the first time ever, she could really believe it. They had a future. They did.

Danny kissed Rachel again, letting his proximity to her calm him down. God, she was perfect. "You want to know what would have happened if my friends hadn't come to rescue me? There was a loose spring on your bed and I was prying it free. I was going to dig it into my wrists and bleed out on your goddamn mattress because you don't own me. No matter what I said or did...no matter what I begged you to do because you tortured and starved me...you never owned me, you piece of shit."

Danny glanced back at his friends and lifted the corners of his mouth into a small smile before continuing. "And you almost broke me. I tried to- No. No, I died. I died five fucking times and burned my heart to a crisp, but I'm still here, so I'm not broken. And I don't give a shit what you say to me because if I survived that, I can survive anything. You're not going to get out. You're not going to get ahold of me again. And fucking hell, even if you do, I'm not going to break for you."

Rachel wanted to add something onto Danny's perfect speech, just to show Greg he couldn't get to them, he wouldn't ever get to them. But she wasn't erudite in the same way Danny was, and she hadn't spent the week planning this moment the same way Danny had, so when Danny finished speaking, Rachel followed it up with: "So nyaah."

Zoe laughed. She felt mean, and no longer powerless because Danny was no longer powerless. Greg didn't own him and Greg would never. They were all stronger than this evil.

As proud as he was of Danny, Cai really hoped they could all get out of here soon. He didn't like seeing this side of Rachel and Zoe, this side that was so eager to hurt someone even though there was no way Cai was siding with Greg. He deserved bad things. Just... Cai didn't like that the girls were the ones imparting his punishment.

Danny actually chuckled when his girlfriend perfectly punctuated his speech. He wanted to kiss her, but in front of his rapist didn't seem like the most romantic place in the world. "Let's get the fuck out of here," he said, since he'd said everything he needed to say.

He turned to leave, but then stalked back towards Greg. "Actually no. You'll get to touch me one more time." Then he twisted Greg in his chair and aimed a kick perfectly between Greg's legs, leaving the man literally weeping in pain.

With that, Danny fled the room, retreating back to the safety of the waiting room where he immediately collapsed into a chair and hunched forward. The fluttery feeling he'd had in his chest for the past hour had been steadily getting worse and now it ached. Danny fisted a hand into his shirt, directly over his heart.

"Danny?" Dylan asked as he moved his wheelchair close to his friend.

All of a sudden it was too hard to breathe, and Danny gasped for air. "H- Dylan, help," he wheezed. "My- It's my heart, fuck. Something's wrong with my heart."

Rachel dropped down to her knees in front of him, her hands on his legs. "No no," she said. "No not now, Danny, you have to be alright."

"DOCTOR ABBY!" Cai yelled, hovering near Danny's chair. "OR ANY DOCTOR..."

"Danny?" Rachel put a hand over his, the hand clutching his shirt. "Danny you kicked his arse, you won, you're not allowed to die..."

"It hurts," Danny gritted out between desperate gasps for air. "Oh god. Oh god, I'm having a heart attack-"

Deirdre, who had gone running for Abby the second Danny started to collapse, dragged the woman back around the corner and Abby immediately went to kneel in front of him, beside Rachel.

"Daniel, just breathe," she said, her voice sounding much too calm for the situation.

"Abby-" he gasped, "don't let me die!"

"It's okay, you're not dying." To his friends, she said, "could you step back a little please? Give him some space. Deirdre, go get some water."

Danny curled forward towards his knees, a wail escaping his lips. "I don't want to die, I don't want to-"

"Danny, listen to me," Abby said, taking hold of his face. "You're not having a heart attack you're having a panic attack. Just try to breathe with me, okay? In and out."

"No," Danny cried, "it hurts, Dr Abby. Please, I don't want to die."

"Just breathe," she says calmly and despite the fear that she was wrong and he IS dying, Danny managed to at least try. He breathed when she did, in and out. In and out.

"That's right," Abby soothed him, "see, you're just fine. Keep breathing, okay?"

Danny pitched forward into Abby's arms, burying his face in her neck as he started to sob in earnest. Once in her arms, he continued to babble his fears into her shoulder, but they were unintelligible, even to him.

Zoe stepped back as Abby took over, and sat down in a chair a little distance away. She wanted to hold onto the feeling of victory for as long as she could but with Danny falling apart in front of her it it felt hollow.

Cai sat down next to her. "Are you - how's your hand?" he remembered not to ask her if she was okay.

Movement was starting to come back to Zoe's hand. It hurt, but it wasn't broken. "Was just having a conversation last night about punching people in the face," she said.

Cai wasn't sure what to say to that, so he turned to watch Danny. He looked very young. Abby had him, though. Cai wasn't sure he could have steadied himself enough to be that helpful to Danny. He would have tried, if Cai had needed him, but he was glad he didn't.

"That wasn't what I expected," Cai said. Zoe was gently massaging her knuckles with the fingers of her other hand. Cai wished he felt confident enough to take off his gloves and help heal her hands.

"What did you expect?"

"I do not know," Cai said. He felt very, very tired and just wanted to lean against her shoulder and close his eyes, but he was also very very worried about Danny and felt if he didn't keep his eyes on Danny then terrible things would continue to happen. "He was so... cruel."

"Cruel," Zoe said, looking at him with a lot of leftover anger in her eyes. "Yeah, what a meanie. I think the word you want is fucking evil, Cai."

Maybe it was, but Cai didn't say it. He tucked his hands under his arms and sat forward in his chair, elbows pressing into his knees, and waited for Danny's panic attack to pass, hoping like anything that Abby was right, that he wasn't dying. Hoping like anything that once he'd cried all the tears out, he'd be okay again.

Cai knew he should have stopped thinking in terms of okay a long time ago, but he couldn't help it.

Everything had to turn out okay, he still believed that. Pain could not last forever.

Danny cried like that, safe in Abby's arms for what felt like hours. She held him the entire time, rubbing his back and assuring him he wasn't going to die. When his crying slowly ceased, his head felt too big and he couldn't breathe through his nose.

He leaned back, scrubbing a hand over his face as he tried to compose himself. "I- Sorry. Uhm. Thought I was dying."

"It's okay, Danny," Abby assured him. "I don't mind."

"I actually, uh-" Danny's face twisted and he stood, half stumbling over to the rubbish bin in the corner where he proceeded to vomit. He hadn't eaten anything that day at all, but that didn't stop him from bringing up bile before stumbling away and wiping at his mouth.

"Auuuggghhhh," he groaned, heading back for his chair where a glass of water was pressed into his hands. He drank it down quickly before whispering his thanks to the person who handed it to him, probably Deirdre.

Finally, he looked around at the people he loved, the people who had braved Greg to be here with him. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you- Did he, uhm...did he do his brain thing to any of you?" If Greg had, Danny wasn't sure he would be able to forgive himself.

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