Phil Lester Saved Me -phanfic

Chapter 2

As Phil explained what had happened the day before, Dan could feel his heart breaking. Phil has a goofy smile plastered over his face the whole time, but Dan could tell that inside he was confused, angry and in considerable pain. He would shift in his chair every so often, trying to adjust the huge cast on his leg, discomfort etched across his features.

How could anyone just mow someone down in the street and keep going? Not even knowing whether the person they had hit had been permanently disabled, or worse, killed? Anger rose up like bile in Dan's throat.

'And so, this morning I went to the police and gave in the license plate, and they said they will be able to check the records and get a name- oh- are you alright, Dan?

Dan hadn't noticed that the anger had shown itself on his face in the form of a frown.

'Ye-yes, of course, sorry, continue-'

'They also said that they will collect the footage from the cameras where it happened, and I was with two of my friends at the time so I have witnesses.'

When Phil had said his name, an inexplicable feeling had coursed through Dan's body. Tingles all up his arms and down his neck. He wanted Phil to say it again. He wanted Phil to whisper it to him between kisses. God, he wanted Phil so much.

'And, well, that's it really!' Phil concluded.

'Well you certainly have a very strong case, Phi-uhhhh...Mr. Lester,'

'Please, call me Phil.'

'But I'm afraid I don't think I can represent you.'

'Huh?' Phil looked immediately disappointed.

'I only qualified last year, I've never done a personal injury case and I don't have a whole lot of experience...'

'That's okay. You said yourself I had a strong case so it shouldn't be too hard, right? One of my friends, PJ, is a barrister so he can do all the talking. I just want someone I know and trust there in the court beside me.'

Dan felt his heart skip about ten beats. If Phil kept smiling at him like that then he was certain he would soon be needing a defibrillator.

'Well I'm very flattered Mr-em- Phil, but-' Dan racked his brains to think of a reason not to take him on. I have crippling anxiety and a massive crush on you, so I might have a panic attack in front of the whole court if anything goes wrong- No, he couldn't say that...

'No buts. I want you.' Phil extended his hand towards Dan. Dan wiped his sweaty one on his trousers and shook it.

Phil pulled himself up on his crutches shakily. 'Well, I'll get in touch with you if there's any developments on the police side of things.'

'Yes, it's important that we get a name as soon as possible.'

Phil stretched a crutch out and made for the door, then paused. 'Oh gosh, I should probably get your number, shouldn't I?'

'Ah-ah yes, t-that would be a g-reat idea,' Dan stammered. Phil handed Dan one of his crutches, then pulled a crumpled up bus ticket out of his pocket, along with an Argos pen. Dan took down the number in his shaky, terrible handwriting.

'Well, see you soon then, I hope!' Phil flashed another dazzling smile in his direction. Dan wondered whether his face showed the mushy feelings he felt inside every time Phil smiled at him. Maybe that was why Phil kept doing it. Or more likely, Phil just smiled at everyone because he was a kind, happy sort of person- everything that Dan wasn't.

Cat was hovering outside the door. 'I'll show you out.' She shot Dan a pointed look, then led Phil away. Dan felt curiously empty and disappointed as the other man loped off on his kitten-stickered crutches.

'Call me if you need anything!' The words were out of Dan's mouth before he could second-guess himself.

'Will do!'

The lift pinged closed. Dan ambled over to his cubicle, in a daze, then opened the incognito browser again. He looked over his shoulder to make sure that no one was watching, then typed a question into the search bar.

Is Phil Lester gay?

No conclusive results came up; it seemed like if Phil had had any previous relationships, he wasn't the type to talk about them on the internet. However, Dan did find a slashfic concerning Phil and one of his fellow BBC news presenters, Huw Edwards. With its strange premise (Phil and Huw fucking in a BBC broom closet), abundance of typos and immediate smuttiness, the fic made for an oddly compelling read.

'I wil now entere you from behind, you secksy weatherman,' Huw growled in his gravely Welsh axcent.

'Oh yas pls!' Phil replied, spreading his bare buttcheeks with his hand and preparing his anus for penetrayshun.

Huw lubed up his hefty member with spit and then pounded into the blue-eyed man's backside. Outside the beep...beep noise of the news @10 intro was audibel. Huw synked his thrusts to the music and Phil moaned in plesur.

The sound of his phone buzzing in his trouser pocket snapped Dan out of his reverie. He looked around guiltily and closed the web browser. The text was from an unknown number. He opened it.

'Hi there, Phil here! This is just a text so that you have my number. Talk to you soon, have a nice day!'

Dan put down his phone, placed his elbows on his desk and rested his head in his hands. He stayed like that for a while, until his delighted grin faded away and his feels calmed down. That was the thing about Phil. Most of Dan's life was a flat grey. He didn't even feel sad, he just felt, well, nothing. He felt miniscule and pointless in the context of an ever-expanding universe.

But whenever Dan was thinking about Phil, watching his weather show, talking to him, Dan felt...actually happy. Like if he could just try and make the day not hurt until he could curl up on the sofa and watch Phil Lester talking about the 10mm of rain that would fall tomorrow in West Yorkshire, everything would be okay.

Dan jumped up from his desk and wandered over to the bookshelf of law books in the corner of the office. He ran his fingers over the tomes and pulled out the latest edition of 'Personal Injury and Non-Pecuniary Loss Litigation' and began to leaf through it. For Phil Lester, Dan was going to pull together the most watertight case he had ever made.