Don/Truly- Special Hell?
Fandom: CSI: NY
Title: Special Hell?
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack, Jr./ Truly Pack (OC), Deven Wilkins
pyramid_dares Pyramid Set, level and prompt: 5; L.10; P.35- Heaven
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone you recognize, Truly Pack is mine so don’t take her without permission.
Summary: N/A
Authors Note: Why the hell this took me weeks to write, I have no idea. The amount of time I spent trying to find the words in this is astonishing and it still doesn’t sound right to me. Whatever, it’s probably the best it’s going to get. This is set...oh...a few months after ‘ Us, I A Bad Thing’.
Truly climbed out of Deven’s car and waved goodbye, heading up to her apartment with her keys already in her hand. She glanced down at her arm and groaned, realizing she left her purse in Deven’s car.
"Oh, brilliant," muttered Truly out loud to herself as she walked out of the elevator, startling a couple of people waiting a few feet away. Truly grinned at them sheepishly, and continued on to her apartment.
.
"Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?" asked Stella, looking grimly at the cut on Don’s forehead. Don removed the bloody towel from his head and watched Stella grimace.
"Yeah, I’m sure."
"Go see someone with a first aid kit," whined Stella, shaking Don’s shoulder persistently.
"Alright, alright, alright," said Do, waving her off. "Who’d be up at 11 at night, who isn’t getting laid," added Don after Stella opened her mouth to say something.
"Truly?" suggested Stella, watching Don grimace and shrug.
"Last resort."
"Well, there’s Lindsay-"
"I’ll be at Truly’s," muttered Don, standing up.
"What’s wrong with Lindsay?"
"Nothing," said Don with a shrug. "But if somehow Truly found out I went to see Monroe I’d...die."
"Understandable," said Stella, nodding off towards her car and grinning. "I’ll drive you if you promise not to nail her again."
"Deal," said Don returning her grin.
.
Truly was still sitting in her cocktail dress and still had her hair up, but she was eating ice cream on her counter top so she wasn’t too uncomfortable. She heard someone knock on her door and frowned, looking over her shoulder curiously.
"Who is it?" asked Truly, hopping off her counter and kicking her dress shoes out of her way as she headed for the door.
"It’s Don," came the muffled voice from behind the door. Truly cocked her head to the side and unbolted the door.
"Don? It’s 11:30, what are you- holy shit, what happened to you?!" asked Truly, opening her door to find Don leaning against her doorframe with a gash over his eyebrow.
"Bad night."
"Obviously. You want help?"
"I’d appreciate it," said Don giving her a grin. He looked her up and down and the grin faded from his face. "Damn, you’re going out."
"What?" asked Truly in bewilderment. She looked down at her outfit and mentally smacked herself.
"I should go," began Don, straightening up and backing out of the doorway. Truly reached out and grabbed his wrist, holding him there.
"I went to a party with Deven," explained Truly. "I haven’t bothered to change. Listen. You go into the bathroom and I’ll change and fix you. Deal?"
"You’re an angel," said Don, leaning down to kiss Truly gently on the cheek, making her blush.
"Go, before you start dripping blood on my floor," said Truly, turning around and walking into her bedroom. She shut the door quickly, her heart pounding in her chest as she grazed her fingertips along her cheek where Don kissed her.
"Oh god," whispered Truly, shaking her head. "I am not falling for him right now."
On the other side of the door, Don sighed, walking into the bathroom and examining his gash more closely in the mirror, resisting the urge to start looking through Truly’s cabinets. He sat down on her toilet seat and waited for what seemed like an hour before Truly walked in, in a white tank top and navy colored shorts and winced at Don.
"God, it looks even worse in the light," she muttered, opening the cabinet under her sink and pulling out a first aid kit setting it on the counter by Don. All the while with him staring at her intently. She looked over at him after a moment, flipping open the lid of her kit.
"I haven’t seen you in a while have I?" asked Don.
"You see me every now and then," said Truly with a shrug, looking back down at her kit and pulling out a roll of gauze.
"I feel like I have seen you in forever," said Don softly. "You look different."
"I’m pregnant, Don," said Truly with a laugh. "Of course I do."
Don just shrugged and watched her move over to him, leaning down to clean the gash over his eye. Don’s breath hitched in his throat.
"I know it stings," said Truly, not looking at Don. "But you’re gonna have to be a big boy and-"
Don reached up and cupped her face in his hand, pulling her down into a kiss. Truly dropped what she was holding, slightly surprised and leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Don pulled away from her after a moment, breathing heavily and resting his forehead against hers.
"Jesus Christ," Don and Truly jumped and looked up to see a very dressed up, very angry looking Deven holding a black handbag.
"That matches your outfit nicely, Deven," commented Don, flinching as the older man shot him a look.
"I think you should leave, Don," said Deven softly. "Wouldn’t want someone getting hurt again."
"What do you care?" asked Don, sliding his hands onto Truly’s hips, holding her in place. "You never liked the idea of us in the first place-"
"Don, go," snapped Deven, making Truly recoil. She shook her head at him and pulled out of Don’s grip, giving him a look that said ‘stay put’ and walked out of her bathroom. Deven took one last look at Don before following her.
"Why do you think you have the right to tell him to leave?" asked Truly, standing with her back to Deven and her arms crossed over her chest. "You’re not allowed to do that."
"I don’t want you both getting hurt," said Deven like it was the most obvious answer in the world. "Truly I do care about you-"
"Then act like it," said Truly bitterly. Deven stared at her for a very long time, not saying a word until finally setting down Truly purse on the floor and walking past her out of her apartment.
He paused halfway past the threshold and looked back at her.
"I hope he’s worth it," he said very softly, slamming the door shut as he left. Truly didn’t move until she felt Don’s hand on her arm.
"Are you okay?" he asked gently, rubbing her bare arm comfortingly.
"I don’t think he’s going to talk to me ever again," said Truly her voce filled with tears as she turned into him, burrowing her face in his chest.
“He’s gonna tell Stella,” said Don suddenly, wrapping his arms around Truly. “And she’s gonna kill me.”
“Why?”
“Because I sort of promised her I wouldn’t hook up with you again.”
“It’s an empty promise.”
“True.”
Title: Special Hell?
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack, Jr./ Truly Pack (OC), Deven Wilkins
pyramid_dares Pyramid Set, level and prompt: 5; L.10; P.35- Heaven
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone you recognize, Truly Pack is mine so don’t take her without permission.
Summary: N/A
Authors Note: Why the hell this took me weeks to write, I have no idea. The amount of time I spent trying to find the words in this is astonishing and it still doesn’t sound right to me. Whatever, it’s probably the best it’s going to get. This is set...oh...a few months after ‘ Us, I A Bad Thing’.
Truly climbed out of Deven’s car and waved goodbye, heading up to her apartment with her keys already in her hand. She glanced down at her arm and groaned, realizing she left her purse in Deven’s car.
"Oh, brilliant," muttered Truly out loud to herself as she walked out of the elevator, startling a couple of people waiting a few feet away. Truly grinned at them sheepishly, and continued on to her apartment.
.
"Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?" asked Stella, looking grimly at the cut on Don’s forehead. Don removed the bloody towel from his head and watched Stella grimace.
"Yeah, I’m sure."
"Go see someone with a first aid kit," whined Stella, shaking Don’s shoulder persistently.
"Alright, alright, alright," said Do, waving her off. "Who’d be up at 11 at night, who isn’t getting laid," added Don after Stella opened her mouth to say something.
"Truly?" suggested Stella, watching Don grimace and shrug.
"Last resort."
"Well, there’s Lindsay-"
"I’ll be at Truly’s," muttered Don, standing up.
"What’s wrong with Lindsay?"
"Nothing," said Don with a shrug. "But if somehow Truly found out I went to see Monroe I’d...die."
"Understandable," said Stella, nodding off towards her car and grinning. "I’ll drive you if you promise not to nail her again."
"Deal," said Don returning her grin.
.
Truly was still sitting in her cocktail dress and still had her hair up, but she was eating ice cream on her counter top so she wasn’t too uncomfortable. She heard someone knock on her door and frowned, looking over her shoulder curiously.
"Who is it?" asked Truly, hopping off her counter and kicking her dress shoes out of her way as she headed for the door.
"It’s Don," came the muffled voice from behind the door. Truly cocked her head to the side and unbolted the door.
"Don? It’s 11:30, what are you- holy shit, what happened to you?!" asked Truly, opening her door to find Don leaning against her doorframe with a gash over his eyebrow.
"Bad night."
"Obviously. You want help?"
"I’d appreciate it," said Don giving her a grin. He looked her up and down and the grin faded from his face. "Damn, you’re going out."
"What?" asked Truly in bewilderment. She looked down at her outfit and mentally smacked herself.
"I should go," began Don, straightening up and backing out of the doorway. Truly reached out and grabbed his wrist, holding him there.
"I went to a party with Deven," explained Truly. "I haven’t bothered to change. Listen. You go into the bathroom and I’ll change and fix you. Deal?"
"You’re an angel," said Don, leaning down to kiss Truly gently on the cheek, making her blush.
"Go, before you start dripping blood on my floor," said Truly, turning around and walking into her bedroom. She shut the door quickly, her heart pounding in her chest as she grazed her fingertips along her cheek where Don kissed her.
"Oh god," whispered Truly, shaking her head. "I am not falling for him right now."
On the other side of the door, Don sighed, walking into the bathroom and examining his gash more closely in the mirror, resisting the urge to start looking through Truly’s cabinets. He sat down on her toilet seat and waited for what seemed like an hour before Truly walked in, in a white tank top and navy colored shorts and winced at Don.
"God, it looks even worse in the light," she muttered, opening the cabinet under her sink and pulling out a first aid kit setting it on the counter by Don. All the while with him staring at her intently. She looked over at him after a moment, flipping open the lid of her kit.
"I haven’t seen you in a while have I?" asked Don.
"You see me every now and then," said Truly with a shrug, looking back down at her kit and pulling out a roll of gauze.
"I feel like I have seen you in forever," said Don softly. "You look different."
"I’m pregnant, Don," said Truly with a laugh. "Of course I do."
Don just shrugged and watched her move over to him, leaning down to clean the gash over his eye. Don’s breath hitched in his throat.
"I know it stings," said Truly, not looking at Don. "But you’re gonna have to be a big boy and-"
Don reached up and cupped her face in his hand, pulling her down into a kiss. Truly dropped what she was holding, slightly surprised and leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Don pulled away from her after a moment, breathing heavily and resting his forehead against hers.
"Jesus Christ," Don and Truly jumped and looked up to see a very dressed up, very angry looking Deven holding a black handbag.
"That matches your outfit nicely, Deven," commented Don, flinching as the older man shot him a look.
"I think you should leave, Don," said Deven softly. "Wouldn’t want someone getting hurt again."
"What do you care?" asked Don, sliding his hands onto Truly’s hips, holding her in place. "You never liked the idea of us in the first place-"
"Don, go," snapped Deven, making Truly recoil. She shook her head at him and pulled out of Don’s grip, giving him a look that said ‘stay put’ and walked out of her bathroom. Deven took one last look at Don before following her.
"Why do you think you have the right to tell him to leave?" asked Truly, standing with her back to Deven and her arms crossed over her chest. "You’re not allowed to do that."
"I don’t want you both getting hurt," said Deven like it was the most obvious answer in the world. "Truly I do care about you-"
"Then act like it," said Truly bitterly. Deven stared at her for a very long time, not saying a word until finally setting down Truly purse on the floor and walking past her out of her apartment.
He paused halfway past the threshold and looked back at her.
"I hope he’s worth it," he said very softly, slamming the door shut as he left. Truly didn’t move until she felt Don’s hand on her arm.
"Are you okay?" he asked gently, rubbing her bare arm comfortingly.
"I don’t think he’s going to talk to me ever again," said Truly her voce filled with tears as she turned into him, burrowing her face in his chest.
“He’s gonna tell Stella,” said Don suddenly, wrapping his arms around Truly. “And she’s gonna kill me.”
“Why?”
“Because I sort of promised her I wouldn’t hook up with you again.”
“It’s an empty promise.”
“True.”