Jack some how managed to weasel his way into Danny's mind, in a way that he had never thought of before. So in response, he hooked up with as many girls as he could bed, in hopes of changing his thoughts. He didn't want to think of Jack in such a way, because he was younger, he was his roommate of sorts, and also someone he saw on a daily basis, but no matter how many girls he slept with, he couldn't accept that he was straight. It was hard, sexuality was a very difficult thing to understand, and for him, he didn't want to be the odd man out. In time he realized he was gay, it just was a realization one night.

Danny brought home more guys than girls at some point and that's where Jack truly fell apart on the inside. He did his job, and what was needed, but when that was over, he was in his room moping. The closer it got to the show, the more he wanted to quit. Months and months had gone into this, but his heart wasn't in it now. Being a sleight was how he fended for himself, but now, he wasn't sure why he was doing. Maybe it was to prove he was the greatest the world had ever seen, or maybe his Dad, somewhere out there would see, and think Jack was worth loving, worthy of having a parent.

Merritt Saw the changes in both of them and sighed to himself. Danny was being an asshole, and Jack was stuck somewhere in that head of his. As the heist grew closer, Merritt did notice Danny being nicer to Jack, and they managed to talk more. One time he found Danny on the couch with Jack beside them and they were debating the best escape artists. Both disagreed but to see them interacting was interesting. Merritt saw how Jack's eyes would trail off for a moment when he was looking at Danny- when Danny looked away. Jack disagreed with Danny, and said Houdini was the best, where as Danny said Lionel Shrike was. Danny got very into this argument, and was set on proving why he was right. He was slowly getting more hostile- or at least the most hostile he had been with Jack so far.

"If you two ladies are done arguing, may I suggest a kiss to makeup, but anyways, we have a gig- we're going to preform for someone and hopefully get noticed by Tressler."

Danny gaped at him for a millisecond and said, "right, okay. when is the show?"

"next week." Merritt said as he eyed the two on the couch before wandering out to do whatever it is the hell he did on his spare time.

Jack stood abruptly and practically ran to his room, where he locked the door and face planted into his bed. He got special instructions from The Eye, that at one point he would need to fake his death- hence the Death Card. Or so Jack assumed. The Eye told him that they would tell him when it was to occur and when to begin the process. It was a lot on him, he was specifically told not to tell anyone.

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The gig went well, they impressed the people they were supposed to, and now they had a few small shows and were set to play Vegas if they sold out every venue leading up to it. The real work began to happen. They hypnotized a French guy to come to the vegas show, the one they were going to convince he robbed the bank.

Somewhere in the mess of things, Merritt decided that they all needed to go out and celebrate. Jack didn't bring up the fact that he wasn't legal, and kept silent- his fake ID hadn't failed him yet. Danny wasn't big on drinking, he liked control- he needed it, and alcohol disrupted that. Henley picked the place- it was a nice club, it wasn't too crowded but had a good vibe to it.

Jack sat at the counter with his drink of choice- Jack and Coke. Merritt came up beside him and handed him two shots and said, "your turn, every one of us did two shots."

"Nah I'm good." Jack tried to say.

Merritt sighed, and then did his mentalist thing on Jack, getting him to take the two shots, which were probably closer to doubles. Merritt brought him out of it before wandering off again. Jack felt warm and light headed, but soon downed a few more shots. His tolerance wasn't as high as Merritt's he was also pretty small for size and it hit him harder than he would've liked had be known. Nearly an hour later, Jack managed to stumble his way to his friends, completely wasted. Henley was the most sober, then Merritt. Danny, who had the lowest tolerance was not as bad as Jack but on his way. The two wandered away back to the bar and managed to get their hands on tequila. Jack was beyond wasted at this point, ad Danny wasn't much further.

Somehow the two ended up in a cab on the way back to their apartment. The moment they made it through the door, they started kissing. Danny led Jack to his room where they drunkenly fucked. Jack felt so amazing, but the sober 1% of him knew he couldn't wake up in Danny's bed and somehow managed to get his shit together long enough to get to his room, lock the door and pass out under the covers.

The next morning was hell for Jack. Everything hurt and he had no recall of anything after finishing his first drink. Getting dressed, he slipped on some sweat pants and a random t-shirt. He wondered why he was naked when he woke up but figured he probably stripped his clothes off because he didn't want to puke on them. Going to the bathroom, he took a quick shower, trying to wake up and wash away the smell of liquor and sweat. It was slowly that he put the pieces together. He realized that he must have slept with someone but he didn't remember who. Coming out of the bathroom clean, he kept silent as he creeped into the kitchen to get food.

At the table he saw Danny sitting there eating a bowl of cereal. It wasn't until he got closer that he realized Danny had hickies all over his neck. Danny hadn't seen or heard him walking in, so Jack decided to bail on the idea of food and booked it out of there and back into his room before anyone noticed. Locking the door, he began to pace and panic. Changing into a pair of skinny jeans, he put on his belt and everything he would possibly need (jacket, wallet, keys, phone, shoes) and crept out his window silently.

It wasn't until he was on the other side of the city, that he let go of the breath he was holding. He wanted to cry, he didn't know how to feel, or what to say. So he sat in front of the river for a little while before disappearing into the crowd. He did not want anyone to find him, which meant he was going to go find an old friend and disappear for a bit. Mozzie was good at that, he didn't ask questions- or too many questions that is and he always knew good food.

Finding his way to one of the many safe houses Mozzie had, he let himself in. Mozzie sat on his couch, almost as if he was expecting him.

"Hey kid."

"Hey Moz." Jack said softly.

"How's it going, I heard you got some new friends and were moving up in the world."

"I am, but its complicated."

"Love is such."

"We went out last night and I cant remember what happened, but I saw Danny in the kitchen with hickies on his neck, and I think I did it." Jack said into his hands as he sat on the couch, with his head down.

"Jack, do they know anything about you?"

"They know what they think they know. They don't know my age, where I'm from, or who I'm friends with."

"I know the Eye probably does."

"Probably, but the horsemen don't,"

"Its probably best that way."

"I know about Neal, I saw him in France. He looked good."

"The FBI was after him, they wouldn't ever let him quit."

"I have a feeling I will have them after me too. I'm not to tell anyone but I need your help. I need a fed car and a body that can go up in it."

"A fiery Death for the sleight?"

"That's the plan." Jack said softly.

"I can help you...All I ask is-"

"- I know, a nice bottle of wine, and a con. So what do you want it to be?"

"Find the Lady. Same Place where Neal was." Mozzie said.

"Fine, I'll do it. But only for a bit, I need to stay under the radar, I know they're probably looking for me already."

"that's fine. I have friends in the FBI I can tell not to look into it. If Peter Burke is on your tail, you have no hope. He caught Neal every single time."

"Got it- avoid agent Peter Burke." Jack Confirmed.

"Good Luck, I'll send you a pigeon telling you where to find the needed items- when do you need them?"

"Get the car ready for me, but the body will be short notice. I don't know when, It could be a few, days it could be a month."

"Got it. I'll send instructions where to find everything." Mozzie said with a nod, before going back to his book.

Jack left and went to the park, where he made 100$ playing find the lady, before scattering into the crowd when the cops showed up.

Going to Brooklyn, Jack found a hidden secluded spot to sit and stare at the riverbank. The water crashed against the edge of the bank, the sound of the waves brought him peace. His mom used to say, "The ocean is a big place, but no matter what, it will always bring you home." Watching the sunset, he sighed. His ass hurt like hell, he was hungry and couldn't concentrate.

Finding his way back to the apartment, he snuck back in through his window and passed out in his bed, tired from all the draining thoughts and walking.