Funny Little Fear
Title: Funny Little Fear
Author/Artist: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing: Danny Messer/Amy Fisher
Fandom: CSI:NY
30_kisses Theme: #8 Our Own World
Disclaimer: I own anyone you don’t recognize, so don’t take them without permission.
Author's Note: They make me sad sometimes.
Amy plopped herself into the stool next to Danny in the breakroom, huddled in one of the old sweatshirts she stole from him and dropping her head on his shoulder, looking up at him with a pout on her face.
"You look aweful," said Stella looking over at her from the coffee pot. "You should go home."
"I want to, but I'm in the labs today," said Amy, picking up Danny's arm and draping it over her shoulders and burrowing into his shoudler.
"Baby, if you're sick you really should go," said Danny, kissing the top of her head and pulling her closer.
"I'm not sick, I just feel like shit."
"I think that qualifies as the same thing," said Stella with a laugh, shaking her head. "Would coffee make you feel better?"
"I think that's what's making me sick," muttered Amy.
"Maybe you're finally pregnant," offered Stella with a shrug, taking sa sip of her coffee. Amy didn't say anything, nor did Danny. They both just sat there with almost petrified looks on their faces. Stella looked over at them after they didn't resond, a frown forming on her face. "You guys okay-?"
"Please don't joke like that, Stella," said Amy, picking her head off Danny's shoulder.
"I-I'm sorry, I didin't mean-"
"We know you didn't mean anything, just don't talk like that again," snapped Danny, taking Stella by surprise.
"Alright, you mind if I ask why-"
"Yes," said both Danny and Amy simultaniously. Stella shook her head at them, suddenly annoyed and turned on her heel, walking out of the break room.
"Fine, wont bring it up again."
Danny sighed after a moment and rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand. "We really do need to tell them, Amy."
"I don't want to."
"If we don't want everyone we work with to hate us, I think we have to."
"It's a nasty reminder of something I don't want to remember," said Amy, sliding off her stool and turning away from Danny.
"We still have to tell them we can't have kids."
"You can have kids. I can't have kids."
"It's the same thing to me, Amy."
Amy shook her head and walked out of the breakroom, passing Don and glaring at him as she did. Don sighed after her, dropping his shoulders as he watched her go.
"Why does she hate me all of a sudden?" asked Don to no one in particular, not noticing Danny walk up behind him.
"It's complicated."
"I know that," said Don turning towards Danny. "I just don't get why she wont talk to me, or acknowledge me short of glares of death and hatered."
"I don't know what to tell you, man," said Danny with a shrug. "Guess you'll just have to find out when she tells ya."
Author/Artist: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing: Danny Messer/Amy Fisher
Fandom: CSI:NY
30_kisses Theme: #8 Our Own World
Disclaimer: I own anyone you don’t recognize, so don’t take them without permission.
Author's Note: They make me sad sometimes.
Amy plopped herself into the stool next to Danny in the breakroom, huddled in one of the old sweatshirts she stole from him and dropping her head on his shoulder, looking up at him with a pout on her face.
"You look aweful," said Stella looking over at her from the coffee pot. "You should go home."
"I want to, but I'm in the labs today," said Amy, picking up Danny's arm and draping it over her shoulders and burrowing into his shoudler.
"Baby, if you're sick you really should go," said Danny, kissing the top of her head and pulling her closer.
"I'm not sick, I just feel like shit."
"I think that qualifies as the same thing," said Stella with a laugh, shaking her head. "Would coffee make you feel better?"
"I think that's what's making me sick," muttered Amy.
"Maybe you're finally pregnant," offered Stella with a shrug, taking sa sip of her coffee. Amy didn't say anything, nor did Danny. They both just sat there with almost petrified looks on their faces. Stella looked over at them after they didn't resond, a frown forming on her face. "You guys okay-?"
"Please don't joke like that, Stella," said Amy, picking her head off Danny's shoulder.
"I-I'm sorry, I didin't mean-"
"We know you didn't mean anything, just don't talk like that again," snapped Danny, taking Stella by surprise.
"Alright, you mind if I ask why-"
"Yes," said both Danny and Amy simultaniously. Stella shook her head at them, suddenly annoyed and turned on her heel, walking out of the break room.
"Fine, wont bring it up again."
Danny sighed after a moment and rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand. "We really do need to tell them, Amy."
"I don't want to."
"If we don't want everyone we work with to hate us, I think we have to."
"It's a nasty reminder of something I don't want to remember," said Amy, sliding off her stool and turning away from Danny.
"We still have to tell them we can't have kids."
"You can have kids. I can't have kids."
"It's the same thing to me, Amy."
Amy shook her head and walked out of the breakroom, passing Don and glaring at him as she did. Don sighed after her, dropping his shoulders as he watched her go.
"Why does she hate me all of a sudden?" asked Don to no one in particular, not noticing Danny walk up behind him.
"It's complicated."
"I know that," said Don turning towards Danny. "I just don't get why she wont talk to me, or acknowledge me short of glares of death and hatered."
"I don't know what to tell you, man," said Danny with a shrug. "Guess you'll just have to find out when she tells ya."