In the time that Danny and Jack began to see each other, things in the plan began to speed up. Soon it was almost time for the 4 horsemen to make their debut in Vegas. Jack knew that once it started, there was no turning back. He felt guilty for not telling Danny, but he knew he wasn't allowed to.

Their first date, was a walk alongside the river- Jack's river. Jack showed Danny an intimate part of his past. In turn, Danny showed him his favorite place to get coffee- the place full of the least amount of idiots.

Jack was confident in his abilities, as well as the other horsemen's, but he still had an anxiety in him that didn't quite go away. Danny and Jack had yet to do any real intimate things like have sex or anything of the sorts. The most they did was kiss, and fall asleep next to each other, and wakeup in the other's arms. Jack was grateful they hadn't gone all the way (again), but to be fair, did the first time really count since they both didn't remember it? Jack had scars all over from his time living on the streets, and he didn't really want to have to talk about them, or explain how he got them. Many of them were very agitated still, and still as discolored as when he had originally received them.

The vegas show was in a week, Jack was getting more nervous, and Danny was getting more arrogant. Henley nearly smacked Danny on a hourly basis, while Jack was rolling in anxiety, which he hid very well.

Henley suggested that Danny and Jack have a special night together before the show, and before their lives changed forever. Danny took Jack on a nice date, where they went to a movie, and got ice cream afterwards. Jack had relaxed quite a bit throughout the evening. All the tension he had felt melted away when it was just Danny and him. There was no one to impress, or try to con, it was just them, without all their walls and attitudes.

When they returned home, they were both still relaxed and enjoying their evening. It was late, but they laid together in bed and talked about anything from the movie, to the show next week. Jack did his best to not allude to him being nervous, or to his "death". He hated that he couldn't tell Danny about it, he had received instructions stating so.

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The plane ride to vegas wasn't the longest plane ride, but it still seemed to drag on. It was the first time Jack had ever been on a plane, and he wasn't going to tell his friends that so they could make fun of him. Danny wasn't a fan of planes, because he wasn't in control, but it was one of the few times that he just sucked it up and kept quiet.

By the time they got there, Arthur Tressler was showing how much of a douchebag he truly was, and that made the horsemen justify what they were doing even further. It was the day before the show, and the stage had been set up- the eye had their people doing it so that it would be kept a secret and contained.

The night before was a lot of emotions for everyone. They were about to do something so crazy, that they had to stay on track and not get distracted. Jack and Danny both kissed one last time before starting this chaos the next morning because they knew that they had to lock up their emotions in order to stay on track and not get distracted.

Jack slept alone on the couch, he couldn't sleep in a bed, and not be lonely, for he had fallen asleep next to Danny so many times that without the other magician, it didn't feel right. The following morning was full of excitement but also Anxiety. Jack was already dressed for the day by the time the others were getting up. The shower he took did nothing for his anxiety, and it was only 8 am.

He skipped breakfast, and went straight to drinking only water. His stomach was too upset to try and keep anything down- he had tried eating earlier and it made a reappearance in the toilet. His hands shook when he held them out, a dead giveaway for his nervousness. By 10 am, everyone else was up, and Jack and put up his final wall around himself that kept him calm.

At Noon they went to the place where the show was gonna be, and ran a walk through on the big stage. By 3pm, they were all backstage eating snacks and discussing the plan for afterwards. Danny noticed that Jack wasn't eating but didn't say anything, he figured the kid was too nervous to eat. As his boyfriend however- which was an emotion he was trying to keep under control, he was worried a bit, but as J. Daniel Atlas, he had to worry about the show.

Soon the house doors opened, and the audience was taking their seats. The show was set to begin at 8pm. Jack ate half an an orange before they went on stage. The show went smooth, and according to plan. They called upon their Audience member they set up, and everything went according to plan. The crowd was insane, they loved every moment of it.

The moment the show was over, the horsemen were off to celebrate a little bit before going back to their hotel penthouse suite at the Aria . Jack, who had basically never ate all day, was pretty much drunk off his ass by the time they got back in. The lack of food in his stomach made the alcohol hit him so much harder. Danny was in a better state, but was intoxicated quite a bit. Merritt seemed to be the only one with his shit together.

It didn't take long after they were back for Jack to start to feel sick and he soon was throwing up in the toilet for several hours. In fact, he had passed out with his face laying on his arm as he was basically hugging the toilet. Henley was the first one up, and she took a picture of Jack, it was kind of funny. She woke Jack Up, had him brush his teeth, change his clothes, and then fall asleep on the couch.

When Jack woke up, he didn't remember changing, or being woke up by Henley. He shrugged it off and was looking in the fridge when Danny came rushing in and said, "The FBI is downstairs, its only a matter of minutes before they come up here, everyone be ready."

Jack nodded and was ready, he put up all his walls and closed the fridge, not hungry anymore. Instead he downed a water and several pain killers for his headache, and the headache he knew the FBI was about to cause.

When they came in, Jack was waiting, it was a game after all, and the FBI thought they had won. He sat in a chair by the window, with his feet up while Merritt was reading a book. They grinned as they walked through the casino floor of the Aria.

Danny and Merritt were integrated, while Jack and Henley waited for their turns. Jack sat there sleeping, while Henley played with the chair sitting in front of her.

Agent Rhodes was annoyed, he was irritated, but Danny was his usual arrogant self.

"We're always going to be one step, three steps, seven steps in front of you, and when I want it, we'll be right behind you. Because the closer you are, the less you see." Danny then got the hand cuffs off himself and onto the agent, and swapped out the phones before the soda could get on it.

It was a short time later that they all had been released. Jack carried his leather jacket, it was far too hot to put it on, it had to be at least 105 out in the Vegas sun. As they flew to the next show on Arthur's jet, they set him up, they got all the information needed for the security questions on his bank details.

The Show was happening, and quick to happen. Jack was practically laughing when Thaddeus Bradley pulled out the card that said, "suck it." out of his jacket pocket. Overall, the evening went quickly, and soon the FBI would raid, and they had the exit plan already set up. First they would grab ropes that would repel them upwards to the catwalks. Danny tossed Jack the tracking device as Jack ran out first. Soon they were on the streets of the french quarters, dodging and weaving through the crowds. Jack wore a blue Police officer's shirt and hat, and dropped the tracking device in Agent Rhodes's pocket before running off.

Things were happening quickly, and it was only a matter of time before they slipped up.