Deja vu (phanfic) DISCONTINUED

Part 6 ~ Trish The Interrogator

    Phil was curled up on the sofa, his legs pulled up to his chest. He looked so childlike, so vulnerable... Dan bit his lip and looked away. How could anyone possibly want to harm him?

    He got up and walked into the kitchen, turning the kettle on and leaning against the counter. How was he going to explain everything to Chris and PJ, who would surely have discovered about the "weird man covered in drawings" from Trish, or even to Trish herself? He couldn't exactly tell her that Phil was being abused, how could she possibly understand that?

    But he'd have to deal with those issues when it came to it. He couldn't let Phil go back to him, not now he knew the truth about all the colours decorating his skin. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't do something.

    He dropped teabags into a couple of mugs and picked up the kettle. He felt tense, and he was gripping the handle so tightly his knuckles turned white. He didn't notice the footsteps behind him.

    "Uh... Dan?"

    "What- FUCK!"

    Dan cursed under his breath as he spilt water all over his hand. "Oh my God, Phil, you scared me."

    "I'm sorry! Shit, shit, shit... here, hang on, let me help..." Phil took his hand gently and guided him over to the tap, running the cold water over it. "Sorry," he muttered again, glancing up at Dan from the corner of his eyes, half a smile tugging at his lips. Dan rolled his eyes, but he could feel his stomach doing a million flips per minute. It was that smirk, that fucking smirk that killed him every time.

    "I'm fine, Phil. I can take care of myself, you know. It's not that bad."

    "I know, but still, I feel bad, it's my fault after all..." he replied, dragging his words like a child.

    "It's not-"

    "It is. All of this is, I'm sorry. I shouldn't drag you into my problems, that's not fair. I'm not part of your life anymore."

    Dan's heart felt like it was sinking. How could Phil think he's this worthless? He knew Nathan was to blame for this, and it made him want to kill him even more. He didn't care if he got hurt again. He realised now how different it had been without Phil, how much better it was with him.

    "You- maybe you're not. But I want you to be. I..." his words dried up. He couldn't speak properly. Phil's gaze was fixed on him now, questioning. Dan was talking with his eyes, pleading, but he wasn't sure if Phil understood.

    Dan glanced down at Phil's lips. They looked so inviting, and their faces were so close together...

    He couldn't stop himself from leaning forward slightly, his gaze flicking from his eyes to his lips, and closer, until he could smell the mint on his breath-

    Ringing. Phone. Shit.

    Phil pulled away and leant against the counter, staring at the tiled floor under his feet. His expression was unreadable, but it didn't look good. Dan sighed, turning away and picking up his phone from where he left it. "Hello?"

    "Hey, Dan, I was just wondering if you needed PJ to drop Trish back home or you were going to come and pick her up? It's just, you know, we're going out in a bit-"

    "That's fine, Chris, I'll come and pick her up in minute. Is she okay?"

    "Yeah, she's fine, just a bit tired, that's all. We took her and Leo down to the park, she loved it, it's so cute watching those two..."