Fic: Our Father 8/13
Title: Our Father 8/?
Author: Kelsey
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Danny/Jordan
Spoilers: Up to and including Monday
Word Count: 1700
Summary/Disclaimer: see Chapter 1
Thanks: scoob2222, twwgoldfish12
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“You’re late.”
Danny stumbled into Matt’s office, plopping down hard on the couch.
“Danny?”
Matt stood up, walking over to Danny and sitting next to him. Danny lay back with his head on the back of the couch, his eyes clenched tightly.
“What happened?”
Danny opened up his eyes looking at Matt painfully. Matt looked over him, taking an assessment of his clothing. Everything seemed normal. Danny just sat there fidgeting with his…
“What happened to your hand?!” Matt jumped up to go get some ice, water, and a rag. Danny looked down at it like he hadn’t noticed before. He opened his fist, flexing it a few times and finally noticing the pain. The knuckles on three of his fingers were swollen and bruised and there was a cut over the knuckle of his pinky, bleeding freely across his forearm.
“Jesus, Danny.” Matt sat down next to him with the supplies. He took Danny’s hand and Danny gasped painfully. “Sorry.” Matt poured some water over the cut. “What the hell happened?!” he asked, angry that Danny still hadn’t said anything.
Danny dropped his head to the back of the couch again, letting Matt work on his bruised hand. “I blew it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“We had a fight.” Matt paused his cleaning, looking up at Danny worriedly. It must have been one hell of a fight.
“With Jordan?”
“An argument,” Danny corrected himself. “When I got there Roger walked out of her office. I got angry and we both said some things…”
“You and Roger?”
“Me and Jordan.” Danny muttered, his fist on his healthy hand clenching instinctively.
“What kind of things?” Matt cleaned the blood off of Danny’s battered hand and put some ice in a bag he had brought over.
“I tried to tell Jordan about what he had said the other night at dinner, but I was so angry. I didn’t make sense. She thought I was making it up because I was jealous. She-“ Danny’s voice cracked and he moved his head forward dropping it to his chest, taking a second before he turned to Matt, his eyes radiating distress. “She said that Roger was the father, not me. I never will be - and then she kicked me out.” Danny couldn’t take the look in Matt’s eyes, and threw his head back on the couch.
“She was really angry…” Matt heard him whisper, whether it was to Matt or himself, Matt didn’t know.
“Danny, listen. It was just a fight.” Matt was scared at the look in Danny’s face. He didn’t think he’d ever see that again, and he was afraid of what it meant. “You’ll talk about it later and you’ll be fine.” Matt paused when he saw Danny moving his head back and forth, his eyes still closed. “You love each other.”
“It was big, Matt.” Danny paused, standing up and feeling the anger coming back. “Too big.”
“Danny…”
“Fuck!” Danny yelled, kicking over an end table. Matt stood, but couldn’t do much more than watch. Danny’s voice was frighteningly calm when he spoke next. “He wants to hurt her, Matt. He wants to fuck with us, and she won’t listen to me,” he said desperately, pulling at his shirt.
Matt looked at Danny standing in front of the clock, breathing heavily. “Danny…” he tried again, quietly. “Danny, look at me.” Danny turned to face him, his eyes full of pain and sadness. “I want you to stay with me tonight.”
“What?”
“Please. Just, crash on my couch okay?” Matt knew he was crossing a line, but he had missed it four months ago and he would be damned if he missed it again.
“I’m fine, Matt. It’s not like that.” Danny said, brushing off Matt’s concern.
“Yeah? What happened to your hand?” Danny looked away, flexing it by his side.
“I punched the wall outside her office. I think I caught some of the frame with my pinky.” He took a deep breath, looking out into the studio. He knew it was bad. He couldn’t even remember the decision to punch something. Or that he actually had punched something until Matt mentioned it. Still, he couldn’t deal with Matt’s angst now. He had enough of his own to deal with. “It’s really okay, Matt,” he muttered, trying to sound convincing.
Matt walked up to Danny and put his hands on Danny’s shoulders, spinning him and forcing him to look into his eyes. “What the fuck, Matt?” Danny asked, trying to push Matt’s restraining arms off of him.
“Danny.”
Danny looked hard into Matt’s eyes for a moment and then dropped his gaze, nodding slightly. Matt wasn’t sure whether he was relieved that Danny said okay, or scared out of his mind that this meant Danny had been thinking about relapsing. Either way, he wasn’t going to let that happen. “Thanks.”
Matt dropped his arms from Danny. They stood there for a moment, before Matt stepped back and walked around to his desk. “Put that ice on your hand,” Matt reminded, turning back to the show. There were only a few hours left before it and he was thankful he was on the ball this week.
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Danny slowly wandered into his office Monday morning, plopping down on his chair and dropping his head to desk. He had stayed with Matt for the whole weekend. He was driving Danny crazy, hovering and trying to fabricate fun things for them to do. Danny just wanted to curl up and sleep for a year.
Jordan wouldn’t answer his calls. He phoned her over twenty times since their fight. The first time she picked up, probably not having looked at the ID, but as soon as he tried to explain himself she told him that she didn’t want to talk to him and had hung up.
He hadn’t felt this low in years and the rollercoaster of emotion in the past week was enough to wipe him out. If Matt would have asked Friday morning, Danny would have said the night before was the happiest of his life. If he would have asked Friday night, Danny probably would have said one of the worst. He couldn’t stop thinking about Jordan and Roger, and what scheme Beam was playing at. He wanted desperately to protect her from what was bound to come, but for the life of him, she wouldn’t listen.
He could do absolutely nothing and it was driving him into a hole that he was having more and more trouble getting out of. Although he’d never tell him, he was glad Matt has insisted on keeping him at his house this weekend. It would be a lie if Danny said he hadn’t thought about just taking a few days to forget about everything. About the only thing stopping him were Matt’s physical presence and his thoughts that if he tripped up again, Jordan would never want him to be a father. Although she already made it clear he never would be.
Danny slammed his hand down on the desk, immediately regretting it. Matt thought Danny might have broken a knuckle, but Danny refused to get it checked out. If nothing else, he could think about the pain in his hand rather than the pain in his chest.
“Danny…” Cal wandered in to his office hesitantly. Danny looked up and schooled his expression. He was at work - he had to get a handle on this for a few hours.
“Yeah Cal, what’s up?”
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“I’m not going.” Jordan sat behind her desk, Roger sitting in one of the chairs.
“Why not? I heard you were before, why not just go this time? Don’t let that stop you.”
Jordan sighed, looking up from her work. Roger had talked to her a few times over the weekend and said he wanted to see her Monday. She didn’t know what had brought about the change, but she was glad he was finally owning up to the pregnancy and asking to be involved.
She sadly thought about Danny and the things she had said to him. She missed him the past two days, but she also knew that he was going to have to apologize. He was jealous and angry and made implications that never could have been true. She knew Roger and what Danny was saying couldn’t be true.
But then again, she knew Danny, and she didn’t know him to be a liar. ‘But he was angry and jealous,’ she justified to herself. He wasn’t his usual self, and was trying to say anything that would make her turn Roger away. She just couldn’t do that. He was the father.
For a split second Jordan wished that it was Danny instead, but she pushed the thought out of her mind.
“I’ll think about it.”
Roger had noticed her wistful expression. He knew she was sad about Tripp, and judging by the news that Danny had stayed with Albie this weekend, he was pretty sure Tripp was a mess himself. Roger almost couldn’t help but smile.
He stood and walked over, sitting on the edge of Jordan’s desk, still trying to get her to go to the Ball. “Let me take you.”
Jordan looked up at him surprised. She turned back to her notes, not sure what to say. “Are you hesitating because of Tripp?”
Jordan looked up harshly. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she muttered, looking back down.
Roger knew what buttons to push. “He’s already got a date. Some old flame of his.”
Jordan closed her eyes at Roger’s news. He was moving on? Or doing it to piss her off? Either way, Jordan felt her chest constrict painfully, and took a shaky breath. It really was over.
“Come on, Jordan. We’ll have fun.”
She looked up at him sadly, taking in his expression. She finally nodded unenthusiastically.
It was all Roger needed and he beamed at her, leaning down quickly to kiss her cheek and squeeze her shoulder. “Great. I’ll call you later about the time and stuff.” He looked back to Jordan, who had rested her face in her hands.
Smiling, Roger left.
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TBC
Author: Kelsey
Rating: PG-13 for now
Pairing: Danny/Jordan
Spoilers: Up to and including Monday
Word Count: 1700
Summary/Disclaimer: see Chapter 1
Thanks: scoob2222, twwgoldfish12
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“You’re late.”
Danny stumbled into Matt’s office, plopping down hard on the couch.
“Danny?”
Matt stood up, walking over to Danny and sitting next to him. Danny lay back with his head on the back of the couch, his eyes clenched tightly.
“What happened?”
Danny opened up his eyes looking at Matt painfully. Matt looked over him, taking an assessment of his clothing. Everything seemed normal. Danny just sat there fidgeting with his…
“What happened to your hand?!” Matt jumped up to go get some ice, water, and a rag. Danny looked down at it like he hadn’t noticed before. He opened his fist, flexing it a few times and finally noticing the pain. The knuckles on three of his fingers were swollen and bruised and there was a cut over the knuckle of his pinky, bleeding freely across his forearm.
“Jesus, Danny.” Matt sat down next to him with the supplies. He took Danny’s hand and Danny gasped painfully. “Sorry.” Matt poured some water over the cut. “What the hell happened?!” he asked, angry that Danny still hadn’t said anything.
Danny dropped his head to the back of the couch again, letting Matt work on his bruised hand. “I blew it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“We had a fight.” Matt paused his cleaning, looking up at Danny worriedly. It must have been one hell of a fight.
“With Jordan?”
“An argument,” Danny corrected himself. “When I got there Roger walked out of her office. I got angry and we both said some things…”
“You and Roger?”
“Me and Jordan.” Danny muttered, his fist on his healthy hand clenching instinctively.
“What kind of things?” Matt cleaned the blood off of Danny’s battered hand and put some ice in a bag he had brought over.
“I tried to tell Jordan about what he had said the other night at dinner, but I was so angry. I didn’t make sense. She thought I was making it up because I was jealous. She-“ Danny’s voice cracked and he moved his head forward dropping it to his chest, taking a second before he turned to Matt, his eyes radiating distress. “She said that Roger was the father, not me. I never will be - and then she kicked me out.” Danny couldn’t take the look in Matt’s eyes, and threw his head back on the couch.
“She was really angry…” Matt heard him whisper, whether it was to Matt or himself, Matt didn’t know.
“Danny, listen. It was just a fight.” Matt was scared at the look in Danny’s face. He didn’t think he’d ever see that again, and he was afraid of what it meant. “You’ll talk about it later and you’ll be fine.” Matt paused when he saw Danny moving his head back and forth, his eyes still closed. “You love each other.”
“It was big, Matt.” Danny paused, standing up and feeling the anger coming back. “Too big.”
“Danny…”
“Fuck!” Danny yelled, kicking over an end table. Matt stood, but couldn’t do much more than watch. Danny’s voice was frighteningly calm when he spoke next. “He wants to hurt her, Matt. He wants to fuck with us, and she won’t listen to me,” he said desperately, pulling at his shirt.
Matt looked at Danny standing in front of the clock, breathing heavily. “Danny…” he tried again, quietly. “Danny, look at me.” Danny turned to face him, his eyes full of pain and sadness. “I want you to stay with me tonight.”
“What?”
“Please. Just, crash on my couch okay?” Matt knew he was crossing a line, but he had missed it four months ago and he would be damned if he missed it again.
“I’m fine, Matt. It’s not like that.” Danny said, brushing off Matt’s concern.
“Yeah? What happened to your hand?” Danny looked away, flexing it by his side.
“I punched the wall outside her office. I think I caught some of the frame with my pinky.” He took a deep breath, looking out into the studio. He knew it was bad. He couldn’t even remember the decision to punch something. Or that he actually had punched something until Matt mentioned it. Still, he couldn’t deal with Matt’s angst now. He had enough of his own to deal with. “It’s really okay, Matt,” he muttered, trying to sound convincing.
Matt walked up to Danny and put his hands on Danny’s shoulders, spinning him and forcing him to look into his eyes. “What the fuck, Matt?” Danny asked, trying to push Matt’s restraining arms off of him.
“Danny.”
Danny looked hard into Matt’s eyes for a moment and then dropped his gaze, nodding slightly. Matt wasn’t sure whether he was relieved that Danny said okay, or scared out of his mind that this meant Danny had been thinking about relapsing. Either way, he wasn’t going to let that happen. “Thanks.”
Matt dropped his arms from Danny. They stood there for a moment, before Matt stepped back and walked around to his desk. “Put that ice on your hand,” Matt reminded, turning back to the show. There were only a few hours left before it and he was thankful he was on the ball this week.
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Danny slowly wandered into his office Monday morning, plopping down on his chair and dropping his head to desk. He had stayed with Matt for the whole weekend. He was driving Danny crazy, hovering and trying to fabricate fun things for them to do. Danny just wanted to curl up and sleep for a year.
Jordan wouldn’t answer his calls. He phoned her over twenty times since their fight. The first time she picked up, probably not having looked at the ID, but as soon as he tried to explain himself she told him that she didn’t want to talk to him and had hung up.
He hadn’t felt this low in years and the rollercoaster of emotion in the past week was enough to wipe him out. If Matt would have asked Friday morning, Danny would have said the night before was the happiest of his life. If he would have asked Friday night, Danny probably would have said one of the worst. He couldn’t stop thinking about Jordan and Roger, and what scheme Beam was playing at. He wanted desperately to protect her from what was bound to come, but for the life of him, she wouldn’t listen.
He could do absolutely nothing and it was driving him into a hole that he was having more and more trouble getting out of. Although he’d never tell him, he was glad Matt has insisted on keeping him at his house this weekend. It would be a lie if Danny said he hadn’t thought about just taking a few days to forget about everything. About the only thing stopping him were Matt’s physical presence and his thoughts that if he tripped up again, Jordan would never want him to be a father. Although she already made it clear he never would be.
Danny slammed his hand down on the desk, immediately regretting it. Matt thought Danny might have broken a knuckle, but Danny refused to get it checked out. If nothing else, he could think about the pain in his hand rather than the pain in his chest.
“Danny…” Cal wandered in to his office hesitantly. Danny looked up and schooled his expression. He was at work - he had to get a handle on this for a few hours.
“Yeah Cal, what’s up?”
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“I’m not going.” Jordan sat behind her desk, Roger sitting in one of the chairs.
“Why not? I heard you were before, why not just go this time? Don’t let that stop you.”
Jordan sighed, looking up from her work. Roger had talked to her a few times over the weekend and said he wanted to see her Monday. She didn’t know what had brought about the change, but she was glad he was finally owning up to the pregnancy and asking to be involved.
She sadly thought about Danny and the things she had said to him. She missed him the past two days, but she also knew that he was going to have to apologize. He was jealous and angry and made implications that never could have been true. She knew Roger and what Danny was saying couldn’t be true.
But then again, she knew Danny, and she didn’t know him to be a liar. ‘But he was angry and jealous,’ she justified to herself. He wasn’t his usual self, and was trying to say anything that would make her turn Roger away. She just couldn’t do that. He was the father.
For a split second Jordan wished that it was Danny instead, but she pushed the thought out of her mind.
“I’ll think about it.”
Roger had noticed her wistful expression. He knew she was sad about Tripp, and judging by the news that Danny had stayed with Albie this weekend, he was pretty sure Tripp was a mess himself. Roger almost couldn’t help but smile.
He stood and walked over, sitting on the edge of Jordan’s desk, still trying to get her to go to the Ball. “Let me take you.”
Jordan looked up at him surprised. She turned back to her notes, not sure what to say. “Are you hesitating because of Tripp?”
Jordan looked up harshly. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she muttered, looking back down.
Roger knew what buttons to push. “He’s already got a date. Some old flame of his.”
Jordan closed her eyes at Roger’s news. He was moving on? Or doing it to piss her off? Either way, Jordan felt her chest constrict painfully, and took a shaky breath. It really was over.
“Come on, Jordan. We’ll have fun.”
She looked up at him sadly, taking in his expression. She finally nodded unenthusiastically.
It was all Roger needed and he beamed at her, leaning down quickly to kiss her cheek and squeeze her shoulder. “Great. I’ll call you later about the time and stuff.” He looked back to Jordan, who had rested her face in her hands.
Smiling, Roger left.
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TBC