#breakdowns

(Hope you enjoy!!)

Danny cried about not wanting to leave Bart and how he’d find him again Bart held him close to his chest as he flake away until he was no more( and back in his own time).

He wound up reappearing in front of Jazz; he was sobbing so hard he was shaking, begging to be sent back. His hands clenching the roughed up and ratty band t-shirt that he had mindlessly thrown on earlier. It was Barts one of his favorites, the shirt hung abit off his shoulders but it was comfortable. It was grey and said “The Rabid Men” in fad den writing.

It was the first band Bart had shown him; he thought music had just sucked horribly in the future before he realized that Bart had horrible taste in music.

He sobbed harder, it took a moment for him to regiester that Jazz had pulled him close and was hugging him, gently running her fingers through his hair.

“I wanna go back..” he felts his voice crack as he spoke.

“Shh, I know.” Jazz had soothed.

After his breakdown and catching Jazz up on what happened as well as going to Sam and Tucker ( Who cried and hugged him tightly when met up with them and catch them up too.) He had gone to CW and begged with everything he had to be sent back to Bart.

CW had looked a little disturbed by the begging and then gained a pitying look.

“Young one..You where in the timestream for a long time before you officially came back to your own time.” CW had began to explain.

Danny had felt his heart start to pound.

“Young Barts timeline no longer exists—“

Danny started to cry again, thoughts of Bart dying flashing through his mind. It was agonizing, it was as if someone was slowly taking his heart apart while he was awake.

CW had quickly caught Danny’s attention again and continued,

“Young Bart is still alive, he is actually here in this timeline.”

There are lots of things in life that may seem trivial to others that greatly upset me when they change.

Such as when someone makes plans, I ask multiple times before it happens, the day it's supposed to happen, and when we're in the car. Because I have this overwhelming urge to always know exactly what we're doing, and if someone were to change those plans and NOT tell me, I would be very upset. That's because I like to plan anything and everything ahead of time, my outfit, what I'm bringing, what I should be prepared for, who's going, etc. And I suppose that can be a result of some of my mental conditions, but still. Nobody around me seems to take me seriously when I tell them I need to know, I can't stress it enough to them because I get extremely overwhelmed

(and can possibly even go into a breakdown if it comes to the worst-case scenario)