london_spy | Jack

Danny's smile faded, and he ducked his head slightly as he spoke.

"Are you alright?" he asked. "Do you- Do you need me to come see you? I can, if you need me. I always can be there when you need me, Hex. I love you."

"No. No, I don't want to interrupt you. Have a good time. I just really needed...I needed to talk to you. I love you, too," he said. "Just a bad night, is all. Are you...are you having a good time?" Hex asked.

"I... yeah, I am," Danny said awkwardly. "I can come home though, Hex. ...My new friend is actually someone you know. His name's Jack?"

Jack shook his head violently and waved his hand. He knew Hex, but a couple doses of Retcon had insured Hex didn't know him. Not that he'd admit that.

"Jack?" Hex asked, sounding blank. It was entirely possible he knew someone named Jack. He'd met a lot of people in his club days. "Alright, yeah. Say hi for me," Hex said warmly, thinking nothing at all might be amiss. "You don't have to end your fun. I just really needed to hear your voice. I knew you were busy. Erm, sorry..."

Danny frowned at Jack's reaction, and his heart skipped a beat. Something was wrong here. Really wrong.

"Come get me," he said quietly, his voice far less steady than he'd have liked. "Right now. Please, come get me."

Hex heard it in his voice and didn't hesitate a beat.

"Where are you?" he asked. "We'll be in the ambulance, but we can be there in minutes..."

Jack didn't look at all bothered that Danny wanted to run.

Somehow Jack's calm made it all that much more unsettling, and Danny looked unsure of what to do. He was clever though, and after a beat, he laughed and forced a smile.

"You know what? Ignore me, I'm being a dolt. I don't know what got into me just now. Have a good night, yeah? ...Oh, and do me a favour? That GPS I ordered for the car should have turned up today. It'll need updating though, could you plug it in for me, get it sorted?" he asked, hoping Hex would figure out what he was trying to say. ...After all, they didn't have a car.

Hex paused for a moment, then realised Danny wasn't safe. That upset him more than anything.

"Yeah, alright, yeah. Keep your phone on. I'll find you," he said softly.

Jack could hear him, but hevdidnt let on. He simply smiled and rubbed Danny's back.

"I love you, I'll see you tomorrow," Danny said, hanging up and leaving the phone on as he slipped it back into his jean pocket.

He didn't pull away from Jack, doing his best to act natural.

Hex hung up and immediately opened his app to tell him where Danny's mobile was.

Jack, for his part, was unperturbed

"You didn't tell him I fucked you," he said, fingers tracing up and down Fin's back. "You could have. Why not?"

"He was upset. He was... He was having a bad night. What I want to know though, is why you didn't want him to know I was with you- And why he had no idea who you were," Danny asked.

Jack was quiet for a bit, fingers tracing patters on Danny's skin.

"He won't remember me," he said. He'd made sure of that. "And he doesn't need to be reminded of those years."

"What do you mean? Why won't he remember? What happened? ...What did you do?" Danny asked, turning to look at Jack. "Did you hurt him?"

"Of course I didn't hurt him," Jack scoffed. "Torchwood has things available that means we don't have to hurt people They just don't remember. It's easier that way," he added, fully intending now to dose Danny, too.

Danny exhaled through his nose, shaking his head.

"You had no right to do that to him. You don't get to decide what people live with," he said, pulling away and getting to his feet.

"Oh, but I do," Jack replied without moving.

"I think you should go. ...I think- I think you should go, and stay well away from me and Hex, alright?" Danny said, picking up his trousers and keeping his distance as he started to dress.

"Danny, calm down," Jack said. "This was just a good time, ok? Come on, let's have some water and just relax..."

Danny chuckled, a dark and uneasy sound, shaking his head.

"Do you think I'm thick or something? I'm no genius, not some spook, but I know the game. I'm not drinking your Koolaid, mate," Danny assured him, pulling his shirt on and opening the door. "You stay away from Hex. You hear me? You stay away, or I swear to you, I'll tear your whole world apart, Jack. I'm not losing another lover to some government bollocks. Not again. ...Never again. You all think you're so above it all- Bollocks you are. You're all teetering on a tower of bullshit, and I'd be glad to watch you all tumble."

Jack shot off the bad, shamelessly nude He caught Danny's arm and stood in the open doorway of the hotel room.

"You've got no idea what you've gotten yourself into," Jack said, then paused. "Ask Hex about the Doctor. Ask him. And then just see if you really want this to be real for you."

He let go, then.

"Have fun explaining the bruises."

Danny was shaken, but he didn't let it show- At least he tried not to, taking a few slow steps before turning and walking briskly to the lift.

Jack turned back into the room and let the door close. He didn't need to attack this right now. He could find out where Danny and Hex lived and take care of it soon enough.

There was an ambulance outside the hotel when Danny came down. Hex was standing outside of it. He waved off his mates and they drove away as Hex rushed toward Danny.

"Are you alright? I've already called an Uber. Come on," he said, wrapping an arm around him when he was close enough.

"Wait, wait, just- That man in there, his name's Jack, he says he works for something Called Torchwood," Danny explained, voice calm but words slightly rushed. He needed to get it out, needed to hear it out loud so it could really sink in. "He said you worked together, for the same man. A doctor. ...He said you both worked for the same doctor, and he looked- He was military. I know military. ...He said he made you forget. You can't forget though, okay? Hex, he's... He's dangerous."

Hex looked to the hotel doors, frozen in place.

"The Doctor?" he said, holding Danny tighter. "Torchwood? No...no, that's not possible," he added, tugging at Danny.

Inklings tickled his memory. He could recall a blue coat and blue eyes. Questions about The Doctor...what had he said? He didn't doubt for a moment Danny was correct about danger. "We need to go."

Danny glanced back at the hotel, then nodded.

"Yeah, we do."

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