Fanfic CSI NY - Pieces of a Dream
Title: Pieces Of A Dream
Author: teamane
Pairing: Mac/Don
Rating: FRT-13
Warnings: slash feelings. Angst.
Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI NY or Mac or Don. I wish I did. They belong to CBS, Alliance Atlantic, Jerry Bruckheimer, Anthony E. Zuiker.
Summary: Mac and Don are hurting. Songfic - Pieces of a Dream by Anastacia.
Author's Notes: It goes on season two, before ‘All Access’. It can also be a fic in answer to calleigh_dee’s challenge a) Explain Dr Peyton Driscoll.
Remember I never saw season two and three, and english is not my first language.
Beta by the wonderful fruitbat00 that has shown a great talent to correct my mistakes and has given me precious information about Gary Sinise (he has GREEN eyes and NO wrinkles. ^.^) and CSI NY ♥ ♥Thank you so much, fruitbat00. ♥ ♥ Any mistakes are my own.
I thought I saw you late last night,
but it was just a flash of light.
Finally he got home.
With a heavy tired sigh, Don Flack closed and locked the door. He leant into it for a moment, gathering strength to face the night alone.
He looked around, not bothering to turn on the light.
There was a void. In his appartment and in his heart.
An angel passing.
Detective Mac Taylor said goodnight to his CSI colleagues and prepared to go home, leaving a few dollars on the table adorned with empty glasses and half full bottles. Stella waived with half of her attention on her boyfriend, Frankie. Mac was annoyed with her, although she was totally oblivious to that fact.
Danny was grunting his goodbyes to his boss, eyes on the glass he nursed with a new faith in the booze god. He was to blame. Mac blamed him and he knew perfectly well why he did so. He was the one that asked Stella about her latest case development. He was the one that knew about Mac’s broken heart, and still insisted about knowing about her and Don’s interview with one of the suspects in their investigation.
Mac ground his teeth, nodded goodnight and left the familiar atmosphere of Sullivans bar. The bar where he had heard about Don all night, through Stella’s voice. ‘Don laughed with this…’ ‘You could see him smile like an angel while the man spilled the beans about the whole thing’ ‘Don’s dark blue suit highlighted his eyes so well all the women turned to look…’
Mac had to remind himself that she didn’t know about anything, that he needed Stella, she was his best friend and an excellent CSI. Otherwise he would taped her mouth shut for good.
He didn’t want to know about Don.
He didn’t care about Don.
He was seeing a wonderful woman now and he was determined to make their relationship work. He already had forgotten a Don Flack that was in his life for a brief moment, that showed him how to love again and had left a hole the size of Manhattan.
Damn! Forget the past.
But I remember yesterday.
Life before you went away.
And we were laughing.
We had hope and now it's broken.
His feet dragged him to the living room, illuminated by the lights outside. He threw his blue jacket onto the back of a chair. His eyes drawn to a small framed picture almost hidden behind a larger one.
He picked it up with care and a sad smile blossom on his lips.
This was the only photograph they had together.
He and Mac were laughing at each other in the trace lab.
Danny had taken the photo with his new digital camera, almost by accident. They were trying to make the camera work at the end of a shift, Don waiting for Danny and Mac to finish up so they could head to a concert in Central Park where the girls were already waiting for them.
The flash went off a few times making them see bright spots and laughing like little kids. Danny had the happy idea of freezing a rare laughing Mac in time. That’s when he asked them if they were together. Don had blushed like a tomato and Mac just smiled with love and happiness.
They said nothing.
Danny embraced them both receiving an odd look from Mac. He ignored it and focused his energy on annoying his young friend until they got to the concert. There, on another Mac’s rare moments, he took Don’s hand in his when they got out of the car. Danny’s jaw dropped and his eyes almost jumped out of their sockets.
Too bad they had to let go when they were in public.
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a dream.
Mac got in his car and rested his head on the back of the seat.
He didn’t want to go home.
His heart was heavy and his mind was restless. He felt like…like…
He snorted as he remembered a quote from a DVD that he had watched one night when he was over at Dons apartment. “He felt like butter spread too thin on a slice of bread.” What was the name of the character again? He smiled faintly as he remembered. Bilbo. Bilbo Baggins.
Mac rubbed his face in a desperate attempt to banish those happy memories of something that existed no more.
Why did Don walk away?
All of what they have had together could not have been a lie. Nobody could pretend like that unless they were an Oscar winning actor.
He could not find a single reason to explain the ending of what they had. And it had been strong. Yet it seemed it had not been strong enough. Don’s love for him and their relationship had not been as strong as he had thought. His love for Flack was not enough.
So why was he so broken?
Peyton Driscoll was in his life now and she deserved all of him, not just a part. How could he retrieve the part of him that Don still had?
Mac sighed again. He had to stop this nonsense.
It was time to pick up the pieces and glue them back together.
He opened the glove compartment to retrieve some papers he needed to review at home. He also needed to clean it, Don had the bad habit of leaving all sort of junk in there.
The green eyed detective stopped his movements in shock. A little coloured paper stood out from the black and white ones. With a barely controlled hand, he retrieved the photograph and his eyes softened and his face relaxed as he studied the picture.
It was of him and Don, laughing.
He closed his eyes reliving that beautiful moment of eternal joy.
Still holding the photograph he searched for his mobile with his other hand.
After studying his options for a few seconds he hit the speed dial with a slight sense of dread.
There, inside his car at the back of Sullivan’s where his friends were, phone in one hand and a photo in the other, he felt a little lost, surrounded by the lonely nights shadows.
Now I'm lost in restless nights.
Just a whisper of the life that we created.
Shadows falling.
I am calling.
He never knew it could hurt so much to do the right thing.
The laughing happy faces of the photograph were like stabs that left a very real physical pain.
A finger traced softly the laughing face of the older man, still remembering how the skin felt under his touch. The laugh lines and the age wrinkles. The soft lips, the stubbled face, the short hair.
Don felt a tear on his face. He missed Mac so much. He missed the love, the caring, cuddling, the secretively shared moments. His body missed Mac’s body. He felt incomplete now.
He felt like dying every time he saw Mac and had to act as though nothing had ever happened.
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a...
The shrill of his mobile sounded loud in the quiet place and Don jumped.
The framed photograph slipped though his fingers and fell to the floor, shattering the glass.
The faded photographs.
The frames of broken glass.
He could not move.
His eyes didn’t leave the laughing faces covered in pieces of glass.
Tears kept forming in his blue eyes, mourning the loss of the past and the present.
The sound of the phone insistent in the middle of his pain.
The shattered memories.
Time will soon erase.
All these souvenirs.
Salt from a thousand tears.
The memories coming back to him, mocking him and his pain.
‘I know you and Mac are together.’ The beautiful doctor had told him. ‘I love him, Detective Flack. More than anything. I can make him happy. You can never have a future together. Our society and our jobs don’t allow that kind of love.’
He remembered his shame and anger at not being able to deny it. She was right. They would always be a secret. Their jobs would probably be on the line. Especially for Mac. There were too many enemies and corrupt politicians that would use their love to discredit Mac and the CSI investigations when they got too close to them.
He wanted Mac to be happy more than anything. And he knew she was the kind of woman that would make him happy.
He walked away from Mac, and Driscoll got close nursing a hurting Mac back to health and love.
Don fell to his knees; his hands fluttering over the broken picture, another lonely tear rolling on his pale cheek.
It was the right thing to do, but it hurt too much.
But when I wake up you are never there.
Mac terminated the call before it rang again. He was shocked to find he was trembling, his breathing erratic and his heart beating a wild rhythm.
He couldn’t decide if he was relieved or not that Don hadn’t answer the phone.
One month.
Only thirty days.
An eternity without Don by his side, every night and every morning.
Ten days with the exotic Peyton.
She had asked if there was a problem for him working together and having an intimate relationship.
He answered with a kiss. What could he say?
He wanted that with Don.
We had hope and now it's broken.
Deep, hurt filled sobs could be heard echoing through the empty dark rooms.
Pieces of glass mingled with blood and broken dreams.
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a...
Mac put the photograph back in the glove compartment again, under all the paper with gentleness like it was made of fine glass.
He wiped the moisture that had gathered on his eyes by some strange unnamed phenomenon.
Finally he started his car and drove away.
He used to drive home. Now he just drove away.
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a dream.
Pieces of a dream.
Ending note: There will be a sequel.
:D
Pieces Of A Dream
Artist: Anastacia
I thought I saw you late last night, but it was just a flash of light.
An angel passing.
But I remember yesterday.
Life before you went away.
And we were laughing.
We had hope and now it's broken.
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a dream.
Now I'm lost in restless nights.
Just a whisper of the life that we created.
Shadows falling.
I am calling.
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a...
The faded photographs.
The frames of broken glass.
The shattered memories.
Time will soon erase.
All these souvenirs.
Salt from a thousand tears.
But when I wake up you are never there.
We had hope and now it's broken.
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a...
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a dream.
Pieces of a dream.
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Author: teamane
Pairing: Mac/Don
Rating: FRT-13
Warnings: slash feelings. Angst.
Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI NY or Mac or Don. I wish I did. They belong to CBS, Alliance Atlantic, Jerry Bruckheimer, Anthony E. Zuiker.
Summary: Mac and Don are hurting. Songfic - Pieces of a Dream by Anastacia.
Author's Notes: It goes on season two, before ‘All Access’. It can also be a fic in answer to calleigh_dee’s challenge a) Explain Dr Peyton Driscoll.
Remember I never saw season two and three, and english is not my first language.
Beta by the wonderful fruitbat00 that has shown a great talent to correct my mistakes and has given me precious information about Gary Sinise (he has GREEN eyes and NO wrinkles. ^.^) and CSI NY ♥ ♥Thank you so much, fruitbat00. ♥ ♥ Any mistakes are my own.
I thought I saw you late last night,
but it was just a flash of light.
Finally he got home.
With a heavy tired sigh, Don Flack closed and locked the door. He leant into it for a moment, gathering strength to face the night alone.
He looked around, not bothering to turn on the light.
There was a void. In his appartment and in his heart.
An angel passing.
Detective Mac Taylor said goodnight to his CSI colleagues and prepared to go home, leaving a few dollars on the table adorned with empty glasses and half full bottles. Stella waived with half of her attention on her boyfriend, Frankie. Mac was annoyed with her, although she was totally oblivious to that fact.
Danny was grunting his goodbyes to his boss, eyes on the glass he nursed with a new faith in the booze god. He was to blame. Mac blamed him and he knew perfectly well why he did so. He was the one that asked Stella about her latest case development. He was the one that knew about Mac’s broken heart, and still insisted about knowing about her and Don’s interview with one of the suspects in their investigation.
Mac ground his teeth, nodded goodnight and left the familiar atmosphere of Sullivans bar. The bar where he had heard about Don all night, through Stella’s voice. ‘Don laughed with this…’ ‘You could see him smile like an angel while the man spilled the beans about the whole thing’ ‘Don’s dark blue suit highlighted his eyes so well all the women turned to look…’
Mac had to remind himself that she didn’t know about anything, that he needed Stella, she was his best friend and an excellent CSI. Otherwise he would taped her mouth shut for good.
He didn’t want to know about Don.
He didn’t care about Don.
He was seeing a wonderful woman now and he was determined to make their relationship work. He already had forgotten a Don Flack that was in his life for a brief moment, that showed him how to love again and had left a hole the size of Manhattan.
Damn! Forget the past.
But I remember yesterday.
Life before you went away.
And we were laughing.
We had hope and now it's broken.
His feet dragged him to the living room, illuminated by the lights outside. He threw his blue jacket onto the back of a chair. His eyes drawn to a small framed picture almost hidden behind a larger one.
He picked it up with care and a sad smile blossom on his lips.
This was the only photograph they had together.
He and Mac were laughing at each other in the trace lab.
Danny had taken the photo with his new digital camera, almost by accident. They were trying to make the camera work at the end of a shift, Don waiting for Danny and Mac to finish up so they could head to a concert in Central Park where the girls were already waiting for them.
The flash went off a few times making them see bright spots and laughing like little kids. Danny had the happy idea of freezing a rare laughing Mac in time. That’s when he asked them if they were together. Don had blushed like a tomato and Mac just smiled with love and happiness.
They said nothing.
Danny embraced them both receiving an odd look from Mac. He ignored it and focused his energy on annoying his young friend until they got to the concert. There, on another Mac’s rare moments, he took Don’s hand in his when they got out of the car. Danny’s jaw dropped and his eyes almost jumped out of their sockets.
Too bad they had to let go when they were in public.
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a dream.
Mac got in his car and rested his head on the back of the seat.
He didn’t want to go home.
His heart was heavy and his mind was restless. He felt like…like…
He snorted as he remembered a quote from a DVD that he had watched one night when he was over at Dons apartment. “He felt like butter spread too thin on a slice of bread.” What was the name of the character again? He smiled faintly as he remembered. Bilbo. Bilbo Baggins.
Mac rubbed his face in a desperate attempt to banish those happy memories of something that existed no more.
Why did Don walk away?
All of what they have had together could not have been a lie. Nobody could pretend like that unless they were an Oscar winning actor.
He could not find a single reason to explain the ending of what they had. And it had been strong. Yet it seemed it had not been strong enough. Don’s love for him and their relationship had not been as strong as he had thought. His love for Flack was not enough.
So why was he so broken?
Peyton Driscoll was in his life now and she deserved all of him, not just a part. How could he retrieve the part of him that Don still had?
Mac sighed again. He had to stop this nonsense.
It was time to pick up the pieces and glue them back together.
He opened the glove compartment to retrieve some papers he needed to review at home. He also needed to clean it, Don had the bad habit of leaving all sort of junk in there.
The green eyed detective stopped his movements in shock. A little coloured paper stood out from the black and white ones. With a barely controlled hand, he retrieved the photograph and his eyes softened and his face relaxed as he studied the picture.
It was of him and Don, laughing.
He closed his eyes reliving that beautiful moment of eternal joy.
Still holding the photograph he searched for his mobile with his other hand.
After studying his options for a few seconds he hit the speed dial with a slight sense of dread.
There, inside his car at the back of Sullivan’s where his friends were, phone in one hand and a photo in the other, he felt a little lost, surrounded by the lonely nights shadows.
Now I'm lost in restless nights.
Just a whisper of the life that we created.
Shadows falling.
I am calling.
He never knew it could hurt so much to do the right thing.
The laughing happy faces of the photograph were like stabs that left a very real physical pain.
A finger traced softly the laughing face of the older man, still remembering how the skin felt under his touch. The laugh lines and the age wrinkles. The soft lips, the stubbled face, the short hair.
Don felt a tear on his face. He missed Mac so much. He missed the love, the caring, cuddling, the secretively shared moments. His body missed Mac’s body. He felt incomplete now.
He felt like dying every time he saw Mac and had to act as though nothing had ever happened.
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a...
The shrill of his mobile sounded loud in the quiet place and Don jumped.
The framed photograph slipped though his fingers and fell to the floor, shattering the glass.
The faded photographs.
The frames of broken glass.
He could not move.
His eyes didn’t leave the laughing faces covered in pieces of glass.
Tears kept forming in his blue eyes, mourning the loss of the past and the present.
The sound of the phone insistent in the middle of his pain.
The shattered memories.
Time will soon erase.
All these souvenirs.
Salt from a thousand tears.
The memories coming back to him, mocking him and his pain.
‘I know you and Mac are together.’ The beautiful doctor had told him. ‘I love him, Detective Flack. More than anything. I can make him happy. You can never have a future together. Our society and our jobs don’t allow that kind of love.’
He remembered his shame and anger at not being able to deny it. She was right. They would always be a secret. Their jobs would probably be on the line. Especially for Mac. There were too many enemies and corrupt politicians that would use their love to discredit Mac and the CSI investigations when they got too close to them.
He wanted Mac to be happy more than anything. And he knew she was the kind of woman that would make him happy.
He walked away from Mac, and Driscoll got close nursing a hurting Mac back to health and love.
Don fell to his knees; his hands fluttering over the broken picture, another lonely tear rolling on his pale cheek.
It was the right thing to do, but it hurt too much.
But when I wake up you are never there.
Mac terminated the call before it rang again. He was shocked to find he was trembling, his breathing erratic and his heart beating a wild rhythm.
He couldn’t decide if he was relieved or not that Don hadn’t answer the phone.
One month.
Only thirty days.
An eternity without Don by his side, every night and every morning.
Ten days with the exotic Peyton.
She had asked if there was a problem for him working together and having an intimate relationship.
He answered with a kiss. What could he say?
He wanted that with Don.
We had hope and now it's broken.
Deep, hurt filled sobs could be heard echoing through the empty dark rooms.
Pieces of glass mingled with blood and broken dreams.
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a...
Mac put the photograph back in the glove compartment again, under all the paper with gentleness like it was made of fine glass.
He wiped the moisture that had gathered on his eyes by some strange unnamed phenomenon.
Finally he started his car and drove away.
He used to drive home. Now he just drove away.
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a dream.
Pieces of a dream.
Ending note: There will be a sequel.
:D
Pieces Of A Dream
Artist: Anastacia
I thought I saw you late last night, but it was just a flash of light.
An angel passing.
But I remember yesterday.
Life before you went away.
And we were laughing.
We had hope and now it's broken.
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a dream.
Now I'm lost in restless nights.
Just a whisper of the life that we created.
Shadows falling.
I am calling.
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a...
The faded photographs.
The frames of broken glass.
The shattered memories.
Time will soon erase.
All these souvenirs.
Salt from a thousand tears.
But when I wake up you are never there.
We had hope and now it's broken.
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a...
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a dream.
Pieces of a dream.
My Fanart and Fiction Index
Credits/Disclaimer for my fanart and manips.