Lessons - Lost - Daniel/Frank
Title: Lessons
Pairing: Daniel/Frank
Word Count: 306
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Written for the Lost Fic Battle.
Summary: Frank offers to show Daniel how to fly the helicopter.
"You want me to show you how she works?"
Daniel looks up, startled, and blinks rapidly. Frank is staring at him with twinkling eyes, blue like copper sulphate. He gives a nervous laugh. "Me? That might not be a, uh, brilliant idea."
"I'm not going to let you fly her, genius. Just show you the controls. Saw you looking at her."
"Oh." Daniel feels his cheeks inflame, hotter than the boiling point of gold (5173oF, he remembers that). "I- I was just… I wasn't looking at it. Her."
"She's a beauty," Frank says proudly, running his large, tanned hand over her black panelling like he would do to the flanks of a horse. "Wouldn't blame you if you were."
"I know how helicopters work." Probably better than Frank does himself. He could explain it all right down to the last molecule if he wanted to. "I was just - looking."
"Uh-huh?"
If he didn't know any better, he'd say that the thrilling, timeless mischief in Frank's eyes just went up a notch.
"At… uh… you?"
The words are out of his mouth, twisted and awkward, before he manages to temper them into something more palatable.
Frank's thick eyebrows rise. "Huh," he says thoughtfully, but he doesn't blush. Daniel wishes he was immune as well; he finds himself wishing a lot these days that he was more like Frank. He doesn't think he's every been around anyone like him before; his life has been a sheltered occasion thus far, keeping his distance and being kept safe.
But now Frank is grinning with confident experience and he cocks his head in the direction of his room. "Want me to show you how I work, then?" he suggests instead, and there's nothing safe about that at all.
Daniel's eyes widen - because, yeah, he would like that so very, very much.
Pairing: Daniel/Frank
Word Count: 306
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Written for the Lost Fic Battle.
Summary: Frank offers to show Daniel how to fly the helicopter.
"You want me to show you how she works?"
Daniel looks up, startled, and blinks rapidly. Frank is staring at him with twinkling eyes, blue like copper sulphate. He gives a nervous laugh. "Me? That might not be a, uh, brilliant idea."
"I'm not going to let you fly her, genius. Just show you the controls. Saw you looking at her."
"Oh." Daniel feels his cheeks inflame, hotter than the boiling point of gold (5173oF, he remembers that). "I- I was just… I wasn't looking at it. Her."
"She's a beauty," Frank says proudly, running his large, tanned hand over her black panelling like he would do to the flanks of a horse. "Wouldn't blame you if you were."
"I know how helicopters work." Probably better than Frank does himself. He could explain it all right down to the last molecule if he wanted to. "I was just - looking."
"Uh-huh?"
If he didn't know any better, he'd say that the thrilling, timeless mischief in Frank's eyes just went up a notch.
"At… uh… you?"
The words are out of his mouth, twisted and awkward, before he manages to temper them into something more palatable.
Frank's thick eyebrows rise. "Huh," he says thoughtfully, but he doesn't blush. Daniel wishes he was immune as well; he finds himself wishing a lot these days that he was more like Frank. He doesn't think he's every been around anyone like him before; his life has been a sheltered occasion thus far, keeping his distance and being kept safe.
But now Frank is grinning with confident experience and he cocks his head in the direction of his room. "Want me to show you how I work, then?" he suggests instead, and there's nothing safe about that at all.
Daniel's eyes widen - because, yeah, he would like that so very, very much.