london_spy | Jack

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."

Hex looped his arm in Danny's and pulled him away. He checked his phone and the Uber was only a couple blocks away.

"Our ride is almost here," he said. He looked over at Danny and noticed a livid bruise on his neck. He got it then...he didn't need to ask what the man had been doing in the hotel.

Mind elsewhere, Danny was oblivious to Hex's realisation as he leaned into the other man. In that moment, all he could think about was the fact that there was something Hex hadn't told him. Something Dangerous. ...Just like with Alex. Just like with Alex.

He couldn't lose Hex too.

"Don't shut me out," he said quietly and suddenly. "Whatever it is that you're keeping from me, Hex. If it's dangerous, if you're in trouble- Please don't shut me out."

"What...what did he say to you?" Hex asked nervously. Danny would have him committed if he knew the whole truth. Fin thought he was a lunatic and Hex could hardly stand that. No one would ever believe such a wild tale. No one. Clearly he was delusional. Hell, if he was on a call and someone told him they'd traveled through time and space, only to come back to when they'd left...he wouldn't believe them.

Well, he might. But any reasonable medic would get that person into a psych ward.

"That you worked together, to ask about the doctor or something? I asked why you didn't seem to remember him, and he said he made you forget. ...It's why I panicked. He'd claimed to know you, but the moment I told you his name he was signalling for me to stop talking. ...It was a hell of a red flag," Danny confessed.

"Seemed like maybe you might have done something together in the army."

The Uber rolled to a stop and Hex ushered Danny inside. He gave the address, then sat back, reaching for Danny's hand.

"I'll tell you at home," he said softly, eyes glancing to the driver. There was a knot of dread in his belly. Everything would change when he told his secret, he knew that, and he feared that Danny might decide that he couldn't love someone who was so clearly unbalanced.

"Alright. ...Alright, I- I need a shower though, and I'm starving. I feel like this is going to be a conversation that calls for clean clothes and a full belly," Danny said softly.

Hex snorted softly, a bitter little huff.

"It might be the shortest chat we've ever had," he said, envisioning Danny all washed and fed simply walking out on him.

"Whatever it is, Hex- We'll figure it out," Danny said softly. "We'll get through it."

Hex squeezed Danny's hand, but turned to look out the window. He didn't want to have this conversation at all. But he wasn't going to lie to Danny. The man had a way of just knowing when someone was being false, and Hex couldn't really lie all that well anyway.

The silence stretched between them and the radio played low to fill the void.

Soon enough they were home and he paid the driver, promising to rate him well. Then he reached for Danny's hand again to walk inside.

"You go wash up. I'll cook something," he said, postponing the inevitable for just a bit longer.

Nodding, Danny wandered off to the bathroom, eager to get clean. ...He felt filthy.

No, he felt like filth. He supposed there was a difference.

He returned nearly an hour later, skin still pink but dry now, wearing a pair of briefs and a t-shirt that hung to his mid thigh. One of Hex's, he realised belatedly. Groggy, he sank onto the sofa and let his bones rest.

Hex had found chicken and had tossed together a quick bit of pasta. When he heard Danny he plated it and brought it to him. His gut squirmed with nervousness.

"Piping hot," he said as he handed Danny the plate.

"Oh, right- Cheers," Danny said, having forgotten about the food, but taking the plate. "Listen, Hex, before we talk about anything else- What I did tonight. ...I'm really sorry. It was shit of me. It was really shit, I just..."

He wanted to explain the fear he felt when it came to Hex's relationship with Fin. How he was just scared of being left behind, However, that wasn't what he said.

"...I was being a spiteful prick."

He nodded and sank into a chair opposite Danny. Hex rubbed his hands nervously on his knees. Honestly, he was so torn up about telling Danny the truth about the Doctor he'd not really thought long on the fact that Danny had gone to bed with someone else.

"Reckon it's only fair," he said, looking at Danny. "I mean...you know. Can't expect you to sit at home and wait for me to make up me mind..."

"...I didn't realise you were on the fence," Danny replied honestly, his brow knit deep. "I thought. ...I thought he was just someone on the side, not... Whatever."

Uncomfortable, Danny put his meal down on the coffee table and looked away.

"Not like that, Danny," he said quietly. "I just mean...when I'm not near him, when I can think clearly, I don't want him. I don't want any of that. I want you. But I'm such a twat...I say that and the next time I see him I'm sure I'll be a cunt and risk everything we have."

"It's not a risk, I told you, it's- It's alright. It's- We can make this work, Hex. I know it," Danny said softly.

Hex sighed softly and toyed with a bit of fuzz on the arm of the chair.

"You might not want me at all when you hear what I've done," he said.

"Try me," Danny said softly.

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