The League [Phan AU]

Chapter 31

Dan was growing impatient, and annoyed. The voice in his head wouldn't stop. He thought about trying to get a hold of the pills his dad took to repress the voices. Dan wanted so badly to live a happy life with Phil, and he didn't want these crazy voices stopping that.
'Crazy? Who you calling crazy?'
Go away.
'You're the one who hears voices.'
Go away.
'But I just got here! Where's the fun in leaving as soon as the party starts? A quiet room like this is the perfect place for me.'
Leave me alone!
'Sorry, no can do. I'm here to stay.'
Well, fuck.
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Anne was still awake, sitting in her bed waiting for her husband to come home. She was so angry with him, so done dealing with his choices. Dan was nine years old, and he was befriending criminals. Donovan would have house parties with murderers, and Anne would sit idly by, pretending to be the happy housewife. When he got home, she was going to give him a piece of her mind, no matter how late at night.
She could hear him coming up the stairs and so stood up, holding her robe tight around her since it was a bit cold in their bedroom. He came into the room and stopped in his tracks when he saw her.
"Everything okay?" he asked her.
"We need to talk," she said.
"Can't it wait until the morning? I'm exhausted," Donovan groaned, placing his briefcase down by the closet.
"No, I... I need to say this before I lose the opportunity."
"Okay, go ahead."
"You need to quit the League," Anne blurted out.
"Quit the League? Nice joke, Anne," Donovan laughed.
"Donny, this job is having major effects on our family. I don't want the boys growing up around this!"
"They already are, Anne!" Donovan argued. "Get used to it!" He walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Anne heard a crash and opened the door, finding Donovan clutching his head on the floor. Bottles of pills and medicine were scattered on the floor where they had fallen from the cabinet.
"They won't stop!" Donovan cried. "The voices won't go away!"
"Donny? What are you talking about? Donny!" Anne tried to calm him down, she tried to pull his hands off his head but he was too strong.
"Mommy, what's going on?" a small voice said behind them. Anne turned and saw Dan in the doorway, his curious eyes glancing back and forth between his mother and father.
"Nothing, Danny, come on let's get you back to bed," Anne said to him sweetly, getting up and leading Dan back across the hall to his bedroom.
"Is Daddy alright?" the little boy asked as Anne pulled the blanket over him.
"Of course, it was just a small accident, nothing to worry about," she lied, kissing her son on the forehead before going back to her bedroom. Donovan was sitting on the bed, head in his hands.
"Explain," Anne demanded.
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The door opened and Dan watched a lady in a pencil skirt and blazer walk into the room, her heels click-clacking on the tiled floor. Dan opened his mouth to talk but saw she was holding a notepad in one hand with a message scribbled on it. It said "don't talk," and so he waited, watching her with curiosity. She looked like your stereotypical lawyer, with ruby red lipstick and a haircut that stopped at her jawline. All she was missing was a bluetooth that she was constantly talking into.
"Okay, we're good," she said, glancing at the security camera which no longer had a blinking red light.
"Who are you?" Dan asked.
"Your lawyer, or rather, Katie's," the woman replied.
"Katie? What is she up to?"
"All the weapons from your apartment have been removed, and so were those vulgar notes in the office about your father."
"Why are you here?"
"We're getting you and Phil out, but on legal terms. Anything illegal would arouse suspicion, but I'm sure you figured that much out already," she explained. "We have an inside man messing with the security feed so we can talk in private."
"You work for Katie?"
"Her family, yes, but she's really the only Simmons I like." Dan chuckled and leaned back in his chair.
Good ol' Katie, he thought.
'Yes, an ally. She will be useful.'
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When they were let go Katie was waiting for them outside. She was leaning casually against the hood of a car, her arms crossed over her chest. She smiled at them and embraced Phil who opened his arms to her.
"Thanks for that," Dan said to her.
"Being in an assassin family has its perks," she responded. "So, you guys hungry?"
They drove a few blocks away to a small restaurant where Katie seemed to know every employee. The chef even came out to greet her. 'Yes, a valuable friend indeed.'
"Why are we really here?" Dan asked her after they ordered their food.
"We needed somewhere safe to talk," Katie confessed. "We got all the weapons from your house and moved them to the Hideout. I have a feeling they already knew about them, but just in case it's good to not have them there. And before you yell at me, Dan, I left your knife under your pillow."
"Are we in the clear?" Phil asked her.
"Probably not entirely, but for now, yes," she replied. "If the cops are investigating you two this could open up a whole can of worms to the rest of the League members. It's probably best you guys lay low for a while."
"We have to still come to the Hideout, though," Dan said. "There's a lot going on right now."
"It's not the best idea, but if you want to risk it, go ahead. I wouldn't be surprised if they had someone follow you."
"I have another question for you," Phil told her. "How are you doing?"
Katie sighed. "I'm alright, but you know me. Facades are my specialty."
"How did your parents take the news?" Dan asked.
"They didn't care, were almost happy about it. I expected that, though. It was bad with my sister. She hasn't even seen Sam for so long and now she never will."
"Just don't do anything stupid, okay?" Phil said. "We don't want another incident."
"I'm not going to get shitfaced like I did back then, I promise. I'm an adult now, I know how to grieve and drink responsibly."