It means what?
Title: It means what?
Author: silmanumenel
Disclaimer: Nothing in here belongs to me, all is property of CBS. I’m also not making any money with this, I don't think anybody would pay me.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Danny/Steve
Word Count: 1.132
Summary: Steve knows he can't always follow Danny's logic, but this time he really has no idea why his partner is so angry.
Notes: I wrote this for one of somehowunbroken's prompt at shinysylver's Beatlemania Prompt Fest. The prompt was: Steve/Danny and Grace, Steve doesn't understand why Danny is mad when Grace declares that Uncle Steve taught her "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" and that it's her new favorite song.
Steve knows something is wrong when Danny comes down the stairs after putting Grace to bed and, without saying so much as one word, drags him out of the house, across the lanai and onto the sand. He watches in confusion as Danny paces up and down in front of him, pausing from time to time to open his mouth and stab a finger at Steve’s chest before resuming his walk again, and Steve is honestly wondering what the hell happened. He tries thinking back over the day, but nothing stands out. They built a sandcastle - it’s actually still standing and holding up pretty well - he and Gracie swam for a bit, and then, while Danny was out to get some groceries because he wanted to make his mom’s lasagna, Grace found some of his parents’ old records and they listened to some songs. So all in all a perfectly normal, relaxed day, and Steve has no idea what could have gotten Danny so incensed all of a sudden.
“Are you actually insane?”
It seems that he’ll find out after all because now Danny is standing in front of him, hands on his hips and glowering at him with lowered eyebrows.
“No, seriously, I want to know. I mean, I’ve seen some pretty crazy stuff from you, the grenades and the sharks and the high buildings, and I’ve really gotten used to it - which, let’s not talk about what that’s saying about me - but yes, I’m used to it because it helps that I’m saying to myself, ‘Daniel’, I’m saying, ‘maybe the whole SEAL underwater stuff messed with his head, and he thinks what he’s doing is actually normal. Fortunately he has such a considerate partner as yourself who can set him straight.’ And I can live with that, okay, even if it sometimes makes me want to tear my hair out, but this? This tops it all. Icing on the crazy-cake. Please, please tell me what possessed you to teach my sweet, innocent eight-year-old daughter Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds! She just told me it’s her favorite song now and that she also wants to float along in a boat on a river!”
Steve crosses his arms over his chest, now more confused than ever.
“This is about a song? It’s the Beatles, Danno. What can you possibly have against the Beatles?”
“I don’t have anything against the Beatles!”, Danny nearly shouts, his arms waving around wildly, and Steve has this fleeting thought that Danny is definitely hot when he’s all riled up, but it’s quickly pushed away because his partner has now actually started hitting his chest. “But I do have something against you teaching my daughter songs that propagate and glorify substance abuse!”
Steve cocks his head, wondering if he once again missed whole chunks of the conversation. That happens quite often, it’s not easy to keep up with Danny when he really gets going.
“Substance abuse? What are you talking about?”
Danny stops his poking and just looks at him for a long moment in which Steve tries not to fidget, then throws up his hands.
“Are you for real? Are you honestly trying to tell me you don’t know… No, of course you don’t, what was I thinking? I mean, look who I’m talking to here, Mr. Clean-slate-Navy-all-the-way. I bet you never even saw a joint. So why don’t you tell me what you think the song is about.”
Steve is beginning to feel a bit stupid which he doesn’t like at all, but at least Danny is smiling at him again, so it can’t be that bad, even if he still doesn’t get what kind of problems Danny has with the song.
“It’s like a fairy tale, right? The girl with the shining eyes, horse people, going down a river. Perhaps something like with Alice in Wonderland, where someone falls into another world.”
And Danny starts laughing. Bends over almost double, hands on his knees and just laughs. For at least a minute. Steve frowns, if Danny could see it he would probably call it his aneurism face which is not true because Steve doesn’t have faces, and tries to find any kind of sense in what is happening. He is failing spectacularly.
“Another world alright,” Danny finally wheezes, straightening up and taking that last step into Steve’s personal space, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist. “You are cute, babe. You are so cute, and you have no idea. Don’t pout, it’s totally true. I know that under that badass SEAL exterior you are a giant goofball. But that’s okay, you’re my goofball. Anyway, Steven, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. LSD. The song is about one big acid trip. Hallucinations and out-of-body experiences and crazy colors and all that. I mean come on, rocking horse people eating marshmallow pies? Plasticine porters? Fascinating lighter flames that are dancing around? It’s practically screaming trip.”
Steve, who was about to protest against the notion of him being anything like cute, stops short and just stares at Danny. He’s always liked the song, liked the images of cellophane flowers and newspaper taxis, and he never thought…
He understands now why Danny was so angry, especially if the other thought Steve had explained that to Grace.
“Danny, I… I’m sorry. I didn’t know, honestly. I’d never… I wouldn’t…”
Danny silences him with a finger on his lips, then leans up to kiss Steve softly.
“I know, babe, and I’m sorry I flipped out on you. It’s just… she’s growing up so fast, and I know, at one point I’ll have to sit down with her and have the whole drug talk and tell her what they all look like and what they can do, but… Not yet. I don’t want her to know just yet.”
“Yeah, okay, I get it,” Steve tells Danny, ducking down for another short kiss, “but as long as she doesn’t know what the song means it’s alright, isn’t it?”
“I guess,” Danny says after a moment of silent contemplation, then he nods his head decisively and disentangles himself from Steve’s arms. “Yeah, you know what, you’re right. She probably thinks the same you did, that it’s a fairy tale… Okay, let’s get back inside, there’s a game I want to watch.”
With that Danny starts back towards the house, and Steve is about to follow him when some of his partner’s earlier words come to his mind again and make him halt in his tracks.
“Danno? There’s nothing about dancing lighter flames in the song.”
The way Danny’s shoulders hitch up and he’s walking faster suddenly is very telling, and Steve can’t bite back the grin that’s spreading over his face. He might’ve just uncovered another Danny-mystery that is now for him to solve.
The End
Author: silmanumenel
Disclaimer: Nothing in here belongs to me, all is property of CBS. I’m also not making any money with this, I don't think anybody would pay me.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Danny/Steve
Word Count: 1.132
Summary: Steve knows he can't always follow Danny's logic, but this time he really has no idea why his partner is so angry.
Notes: I wrote this for one of somehowunbroken's prompt at shinysylver's Beatlemania Prompt Fest. The prompt was: Steve/Danny and Grace, Steve doesn't understand why Danny is mad when Grace declares that Uncle Steve taught her "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" and that it's her new favorite song.
Steve knows something is wrong when Danny comes down the stairs after putting Grace to bed and, without saying so much as one word, drags him out of the house, across the lanai and onto the sand. He watches in confusion as Danny paces up and down in front of him, pausing from time to time to open his mouth and stab a finger at Steve’s chest before resuming his walk again, and Steve is honestly wondering what the hell happened. He tries thinking back over the day, but nothing stands out. They built a sandcastle - it’s actually still standing and holding up pretty well - he and Gracie swam for a bit, and then, while Danny was out to get some groceries because he wanted to make his mom’s lasagna, Grace found some of his parents’ old records and they listened to some songs. So all in all a perfectly normal, relaxed day, and Steve has no idea what could have gotten Danny so incensed all of a sudden.
“Are you actually insane?”
It seems that he’ll find out after all because now Danny is standing in front of him, hands on his hips and glowering at him with lowered eyebrows.
“No, seriously, I want to know. I mean, I’ve seen some pretty crazy stuff from you, the grenades and the sharks and the high buildings, and I’ve really gotten used to it - which, let’s not talk about what that’s saying about me - but yes, I’m used to it because it helps that I’m saying to myself, ‘Daniel’, I’m saying, ‘maybe the whole SEAL underwater stuff messed with his head, and he thinks what he’s doing is actually normal. Fortunately he has such a considerate partner as yourself who can set him straight.’ And I can live with that, okay, even if it sometimes makes me want to tear my hair out, but this? This tops it all. Icing on the crazy-cake. Please, please tell me what possessed you to teach my sweet, innocent eight-year-old daughter Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds! She just told me it’s her favorite song now and that she also wants to float along in a boat on a river!”
Steve crosses his arms over his chest, now more confused than ever.
“This is about a song? It’s the Beatles, Danno. What can you possibly have against the Beatles?”
“I don’t have anything against the Beatles!”, Danny nearly shouts, his arms waving around wildly, and Steve has this fleeting thought that Danny is definitely hot when he’s all riled up, but it’s quickly pushed away because his partner has now actually started hitting his chest. “But I do have something against you teaching my daughter songs that propagate and glorify substance abuse!”
Steve cocks his head, wondering if he once again missed whole chunks of the conversation. That happens quite often, it’s not easy to keep up with Danny when he really gets going.
“Substance abuse? What are you talking about?”
Danny stops his poking and just looks at him for a long moment in which Steve tries not to fidget, then throws up his hands.
“Are you for real? Are you honestly trying to tell me you don’t know… No, of course you don’t, what was I thinking? I mean, look who I’m talking to here, Mr. Clean-slate-Navy-all-the-way. I bet you never even saw a joint. So why don’t you tell me what you think the song is about.”
Steve is beginning to feel a bit stupid which he doesn’t like at all, but at least Danny is smiling at him again, so it can’t be that bad, even if he still doesn’t get what kind of problems Danny has with the song.
“It’s like a fairy tale, right? The girl with the shining eyes, horse people, going down a river. Perhaps something like with Alice in Wonderland, where someone falls into another world.”
And Danny starts laughing. Bends over almost double, hands on his knees and just laughs. For at least a minute. Steve frowns, if Danny could see it he would probably call it his aneurism face which is not true because Steve doesn’t have faces, and tries to find any kind of sense in what is happening. He is failing spectacularly.
“Another world alright,” Danny finally wheezes, straightening up and taking that last step into Steve’s personal space, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist. “You are cute, babe. You are so cute, and you have no idea. Don’t pout, it’s totally true. I know that under that badass SEAL exterior you are a giant goofball. But that’s okay, you’re my goofball. Anyway, Steven, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. LSD. The song is about one big acid trip. Hallucinations and out-of-body experiences and crazy colors and all that. I mean come on, rocking horse people eating marshmallow pies? Plasticine porters? Fascinating lighter flames that are dancing around? It’s practically screaming trip.”
Steve, who was about to protest against the notion of him being anything like cute, stops short and just stares at Danny. He’s always liked the song, liked the images of cellophane flowers and newspaper taxis, and he never thought…
He understands now why Danny was so angry, especially if the other thought Steve had explained that to Grace.
“Danny, I… I’m sorry. I didn’t know, honestly. I’d never… I wouldn’t…”
Danny silences him with a finger on his lips, then leans up to kiss Steve softly.
“I know, babe, and I’m sorry I flipped out on you. It’s just… she’s growing up so fast, and I know, at one point I’ll have to sit down with her and have the whole drug talk and tell her what they all look like and what they can do, but… Not yet. I don’t want her to know just yet.”
“Yeah, okay, I get it,” Steve tells Danny, ducking down for another short kiss, “but as long as she doesn’t know what the song means it’s alright, isn’t it?”
“I guess,” Danny says after a moment of silent contemplation, then he nods his head decisively and disentangles himself from Steve’s arms. “Yeah, you know what, you’re right. She probably thinks the same you did, that it’s a fairy tale… Okay, let’s get back inside, there’s a game I want to watch.”
With that Danny starts back towards the house, and Steve is about to follow him when some of his partner’s earlier words come to his mind again and make him halt in his tracks.
“Danno? There’s nothing about dancing lighter flames in the song.”
The way Danny’s shoulders hitch up and he’s walking faster suddenly is very telling, and Steve can’t bite back the grin that’s spreading over his face. He might’ve just uncovered another Danny-mystery that is now for him to solve.
The End