lovers | dorbyn

twenty three

"hello?" daniel whispered, his voice raw. corbyn was seated beside him, the officer that was stationed out of their house now inside. he told both daniel and corbyn to talk to him as calmly as possible. they sat in the kitchen, daniel felt tears rush out of his eyes. "jackson i swear to god—"

"they're fine." jackson cut him off. "i think."

"you think?" daniel seethed, ignoring the shaking head of the officer.

"yeah, well, i'm not in there all day. i got shit to do, you know." jackson said, like it was the most obvious thing.

"let me talk to her. please, please jackson." daniel whispered, biting his thumbnail.

"no can do." jackson hummed. daniel heard him slam a door shut. "they're busy."

"busy? busy doing what?"

"if you think i'm just going to let them rot somewhere, you're wrong. puttin' 'em to work!" he said, all to chirpy. "they'll be back inside by 9."

daniel rubbed his face slowly, wiping his face with his shirt. he held the phone with his shaky hand, his free hand covering his mouth now since he felt like throwing up. again.

"say, are you alone right now?" jackson asked.

daniel sniffed, shaking his head. "no." he mumbled. corbyn rubbed his back gently, kissing his shoulder.

"corbyn's there. isn't he?" jackson practically growled.

"yes? we're married, jackson. morgan's his daughter too. not just mine." daniel sighed. an idea suddenly came over daniel. he looked over at corbyn, biting his lip. corbyn caught on, shaking his head.

"no. no, do not—"

"take me instead." daniel said suddenly, ignoring both corbyn and the officer.

"uh.. what?" jackson asked shocked.

"take me. leave morgan and peter alone, take me."

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"is he alright?"

"he's shaking."

"he's mad."

"he's more sad than mad."

"i think we all are, daniel."

"i would rather have myself be taken then my kids, zachary."

"yeah? corbyn's not too happy about that."

"no one is happy about it. but i'm doing it."

corbyn stood up, anxiously biting his lip. he exhaled slowly, he rubbed his chin, and held his breath. he can't let daniel go with psycho jackson. no. but both morgan and peter—

corbyn didn't want daniel to go, but he wants morgan and peter safe, but he wants daniel safe as well. and corbyn had no fucking idea what to do.

corbyn brought his hand up to his chest, letting out small wheezes. he felt his heart racing under his hand, holy shit the room was definitely spinning. that wasn't normal.

he shivered when a chill ran up his spine, his entire body felt hot. he leaned against a wall, letting out short breaths which finally caught daniel's attention.

"shit." he heard him mutter, shifting nalia in his arms. "corbyn? baby, hey." he whispered, cupping his all too warm cheek with his free hand. corbyn shook his head, trying to catch his breath.

"i can't," he panted, swallowing thickly. "i can't lose you, d." he coughed, hiding his face in his shoulder. "i can't."

daniel sighed, meeting his teary eyes. daniel kissed him gently, leaning on the older. corbyn gripped his hips, drawing him closer. he felt one of the boys take nalia out of daniel's arms, daniel now cupping both of his cheeks.