Well, bet you weren't expecting this! XD

New fic I've come up with; it's very different to It Started With An Audition, so I'm just telling you now in case you're disappointed.

This first chapter is, uhhh, a trial run. If people like it, then I'll carry on. If people don't, then no harm done and I'll write more in the humorous style XD

This is emotional. I'm not gonna lie.

See what you think then ;)

"Geroff me you idiot," Danny chuckled into the night as a very drunk Dougie had attempted to kiss him full on the lips, "I don't swing that way!"

"Oh but Dan-Daaaan, he slurred, "just once, go on!"

An equally drunk Danny found this idea more appealing now that he was under the influence, even though he actually would have been very happy do it if he'd had no drink at all in his system. He pretended to think about it, and then said, "Okay then you daft monkey; just once though mind!"

Suddenly, Dougie appeared sober and pulled Danny's leather jacket towards him. "Of course." He said, Danny's nose just centimetres from his own. It was the older boy who closed the gap; and under a streetlight in London, one half of McFly did that which had always been forbidden by the music industry.

The taste of Dougie played on Danny's tongue long after they had pulled apart. He was now feeling relatively sober, and was helping to drag Tom home, who was still very much saturated with alcohol.

"You know what guys?" Tom muttered, giggling stupidly under his breath, "I love you. All of you. And I hope… I hope McFly last forever, you know? 'Cause we deserve to, and we've worked so damn –hic- hard to make this last as long as we can."

Harry kicked a stone on the ground, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He couldn't drink that night as he was taking medication for an illness he had. It wasn't serious, but he was strongly advised not to drink whilst in the healing process as it could have fatal consequences. He sighed heavily. "We know Tom; this is the same speech you give us EVERY TIME you're pissed. Now can you PLEASE walk on your own, because Danny looks really tired?"

Tom straightened instantly. He carried on walking, albeit with a dizzy motion about his steps. Danny smiled at Harry as a way of thanks, and carried on ahead. Then, inspiration struck.

"Eh, Doug! I'll give you a race home… we're not far away now!" Danny shouted back at the boy in question.

He stood for a moment in disbelief, before a determined, beaming smile spread across his face. "Bring it on, bitch."

Danny sprang into action, certain that Dougie would never catch up. However his already low jeans started slipping down, and his run turned into a sort of waddle as he desperately tried to hitch them up. He could hear Dougie approaching from behind, and with a new spurt of energy, dashed round a corner.

Ahead was a road with a crossing, and the traffic lights were red. Score, Danny thought. They won't still be red when Doug tries to cross!

As Danny thundered closer and closer, the green man began to flash, indicating that the traffic lights were now amber. His feet pounded the tarmac, and he quickly glanced to his left before advancing to the other side. Before he could get there, however, there was a shriek from Dougie.

"DANNY, LOOK OUT"-

Danny spun to his right, in time to see the glare of bright headlights.

The harsh blaring of a horn.

Another cry.

Then, nothing.

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Danny rushed back into consciousness with a deep breath as if he'd just been holding it for days, and he had only one thing on his frazzled mind. "Mum, where's my mum?"

A tall Doctor rushed over. This must be a hospital, thought Danny. He had jet black hair which was combed back professionally, a long dazzling white lab coat and a clipboard. "I'm afraid she's not here right now," he said in a surprisingly soothing voice, "but she was here yesterday. In fact, I don't think she left your side all day."

The confused boy wiped some sweat from his brow, feeling a bandage that stretched around his skull. "But… then… why isn't she here now?"

"I told her to get some rest; believe me, she needed it. Now, lie back down and I'll go and tell your band mates that you've woken up. They've been worried sick about you." The doctor left with a warm smile, and one phrase stuck in Danny's mind.

Band mates?

The door swung back open, and a younger boy flew through the gap. He bounced into the sterile room with the happiness of a six year old and grinned brilliantly at the boy on the bed. "Danny, we were so worried! I watched it happen… and… well; I've seen a therapist so it's all good now. Tom's written TONS of songs and the fans have been going nuts. We literally can't keep them away…"

Tom… fans… he knows me…

Dougie stopped. Tom and Harry entered tentatively to find the boy at a loss for words, and looking strangely at Danny. They stayed silent, as Dougie posed a question slowly. "Dan… do you remember what happened?"

The Boltoner grabbed his bed sheet and twisted it between his fingers. He couldn't make eye contact as he knew he was going to break this boy's heart. Whoever he was.

"No, I don't remember."

Looking slightly put off, Dougie said, "Oh, well, don't worry. I can tell you-"

"But I don't remember you either."

The bombshell sent waves of shock through the room, and the white walls seemed to become bigger and expand the emotional gap between the band mates. A rift had formed, and Tom could clearly see it.

He panicked, and sat on the floor. Beginning to hyperventilate, he asked, "so, what… what about me then? And Harry? Do you remember us?"

Danny desperately searched his brain for some sign of recognition; he could see this situation becoming nothing less than disastrous. He stared the panicking blond in the face, and searched the lines of worry for something. Anything. "No," he said, almost seeing the words penetrate Tom's heart like a blunt sword. "I don't know you; I don't know anything about you."

Harry placed one hand over his mouth and shut his eyes. Tears welled up in his eyes, which was unusual for him. Danny didn't know any better.

"I-I'm sorry! I want to remember, really I do! You all seem so nice, but I don't… I don't know whether to trust you or not." He said, still trying not to make eye contact with the now silent boys.

It was Dougie who spoke next, though he found it incredibly difficult. "I have a picture. Of us, if you want to see it." It felt like he was talking to a total stranger. There was no way, no way that this man on the bed was Danny. He didn't smile. He didn't laugh. For fucks sake, he didn't even know him any more.

The smile Danny gave was small. "Okay, hopefully then I might feel better."

A wallet was handed over, and Danny flipped it open to find a couple of pictures in the clear pockets. Danny himself was in the middle, with the other boys stood around him; arms draped across each others' shoulders. He touched the picture delicately, and looked at the next one. It was just himself and Dougie, locked in a tight embrace that can only be achieved by two guys who were perfectly comfortable with each other. Danny's face was beaming. A tear hit the clear plastic.

He dropped the wallet on the bed next to him.

"Nothing?" Tom asked, his anxiety an undertone in his voice.

"Nothing." Danny repeated, as if this was any surprise to them. He realised that they were all stood away from him, as determined not to make eye contact as he was. It was exactly like meeting someone for the first time again, and Dougie couldn't handle the tension anymore.

The smaller boy walked over to Danny's bed, and grabbed his hand. The boy on the bed recoiled, and demanded "what the fuck are you doing?"

"Danny, please, just listen-"

"NO, YOU LISTEN!" He said, interrupting and pointing at this stranger in front of him who'd rudely grabbed his hand. "I DON'T KNOW YOU! WHY ARE YOU HERE, ANY OF YOU?"

A shocked silence. Then, Harry spoke with disbelief. "…You, you really don't remember us? You don't remember the band, our albums, photos… anything?"

Danny felt tearful, his eyes were glistening and his vision was blurring up. Why couldn't he remember? The lump at the back of his throat was making it difficult to speak. "I'm sorry," he said pitifully.

Still standing by the bed, Dougie broke down. "This… can't be happening. Not to us, not to you! Danny, please, just think."

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I'VE BEEN DOING, EH? SITTING HERE LOOKING PRETTY? NO. I'VE BEEN TRYING TO REMEMBER THE PAST FEW YEARS OF MY FUCKING LIFE!" He was his own explosion now, face red and tears flowing freely. Fists clenched, he hugged himself and curled into the foetal position.

At that moment, the doctor came in. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You're making my patient more unstable than he already is." He said calmly, though with immense authority.

Dougie whimpered, "No…"

"You don't have a choice. Please leave, or I will call security."

Tom, still not quite believing the situation, tried to bring Dougie out of the room. "Come on mate, you're not helping."

"NO!"

"SECURITY!"

Danny's hysterical, heaving sobs mingled with Dougie's, until two burly men burst into the room and dragged the disobeying band member out of the door.

"I CAN'T LEAVE HIM, I CAN'T! TOM, GET THEM OFF ME, PLEASE…"

Still bawling, Danny squeezed his crinkly pillow and screamed loudly. What did he do to deserve this? Wasn't being in fatal accident enough to cope with? Danny decided in that moment that God didn't exist. What kind of god would do this to someone like him, with everything to live for?

The pillow was hurled across the room, though there was nothing to break and nothing to hit, except the wall on the other side.

Danny pounded his fist on the bed, biting his tongue in anger and trying to stop the steady flow of hot salty tears down his cheeks.

"I CAN'T DO THIS, I can't… fucking… do this." He cried to no one in particular. The doctor left the private room to talk to the rest of the band. There was a lot of explaining to do.

The door swung shut, leaving the shell of a man to wonder about the life he'd lost.

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