Fic: Aftermath (Spoilers for Snow Day!) CSI:NY Don/Danny
Title: Aftermath
Authors: Dee and Ginny 2WingsNuts
Fandom: CSI:NY
Disclaimer: They're not ours. If they were, they'd be doing a lot of things that couldn't be shown on tv. We'd also keep them far away from the psycho people and only share them with one other person. Loans would have to be specially approved for anyone else
Pairing: Don/Danny
Rating: FRT-13
Warnings: Slash, spoilers for Snow Day
Challenge: 10_hurt_comfort
Prompt: Emotion
Summary: Danny took on the mafia, now Don gets to bring him home from the hospital
Author's Notes: One step closer to a new challenge
~*~*~
Don slowed down and stopped just outside the door. He took a deep breath and tried to force himself on. He shook his head in disgust and stepped back a few feet so that he could pace without being seen.
He couldn't remember a longer day in his life, especially the few hours since he'd receive the call from Danny. Danny. The one person he loved above all else and who was laying in that room. If he was freaked out by what could have been, how much worse must it be for Danny?
Remembering the pain in Danny's voice cause Don's breathing to hitch. He never wanted to hear pain like that again in his lover's voice.
Squaring his shoulder, he stepped into the room. Danny was asleep, pale, even against the white hospital sheets. He watched him for a few moments before looking over at Lindsay, who was sitting in the chair by the bed.
"You made it," she smiled as she closed the book she'd been reading.
"Yes," Don smiled at her. "Thank you so much for being here with him. How is he? Did the doctor's say anything? Has he woken up yet?"
"The doctors reset the bones in his fingers," Lindsay began, shuddering slightly as she thought of how much that must have hurt the first time. "He has a severe concussion, deep bruising, multiple lacerations. Honestly, I tried to not get too many details, I'm sorry," she said, looking away for a moment. "It's just ... knowing that it's Danny changes things. They gave him some strong painkillers that knocked him out about three hours ago."
"Thank you," he said sincerely. "I mean that, thank you."
"I'm glad I could help."
Don smiled and pulled her close for a quick hug. "You can go catch a shower if you want. I'll sit here with him for a while."
"If it's okay with you - unless you have someplace else you have to go - I'm just going to head home," she said. "Give the two of you space."
"Thanks," he forced a nervous laugh. "I didn't want you to think that I didn't want you here."
"I know you do," she squeezed his arm. "You want me to bring breakfast in the morning?"
"That'd be great. Did the doctors say how long he should be here?"
"At least overnight and they'll make their final decision in the morning," she answered as she picked up her things. "Don, I really am sorry."
"Don't be sorry," he insisted. "You have nothing to be sorry for. Danny's fine." He smiled reassuringly. "And I'm thankful that you helped him."
"But if -- okay," she said quietly. She watched Don sit next to the bed, holding one of Danny's hands between both of his. "I'll bring breakfast. All those greasy things that will freak the doctors out," she promised.
"Thanks," Don answered absently.
He could feel her eyes on his back as she studied him before hearing the door close softly.
"Danny," he whispered and pressed a soft kiss to Danny's uninjured fingers. "God am I glad you're okay."
"I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life," he admitted quietly. "You and the mafia ..." he trailed off. "Never again. Please?"
"Better'n you blown'p," Danny slurred as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Hey," Don smiled brightly. "How ya feelin'?"
"Like a bunch 'f thugs beat the shit outta me," Danny muttered.
"They did, ya crazy fool," Don replied, his smile not wavering. "I'm so thankful you're okay," he whispered.
"Me too," Danny said with a small smile. "Donnie ... I don't say this enough but I love you."
"I love you too," Don replied with a soft smile. "I love you so much. When you called..." he inhaled slowly. "I'm just happy that you're okay."
Danny gave him a small smile before yawning deeply. He groaned as his ribs protested the movements.
"You want me ta get the doctors?" Don asked in concern.
"No. Just want you," Danny said stubbornly, gripping Don's hand harder.
"Okay," Don replied as he moved closer to Danny's bed. "If you start feelin' worse, I'm getting the doctor."
Danny nodded, fighting against the tug of exhaustion that pulled at him.
"Get some more sleep Dan," Don ordered quietly, rubbing his thumb softly against Danny's wrist.
"Stay?" The word was so faint Don wasn't sure he'd heard it.
"Yes," he whispered. "Not leaving. Ever." He continued to rub at Danny's wrist before laying his head on the edge of the bed and falling asleep, the steady beat of his lover's pulse still underneath his fingers.
~*~*~*~
Don woke to the smell of coffee. Scrubbing the back of his hands across his face, he blinked a few times. He quickly spotted the coffee and bag sitting on the table with a note attached in Lindsay's handwriting.
He smiled as he read the note and turned his attention back to Danny. His smile grew when he saw the clear blue eyes staring at him.
"Morning."
"Morning," Danny replied, voice gravelly but more alert than it had been the night before.
"How ya feelin'?"
"Like hell but lookin' at you so I can't complain." Danny forced a smile.
"Do you want me to go get someone?" Don asked.
Danny shook his head slowly. "Not unless he's gonna tell me I can go home."
"I'll go get someone," Don replied with a smile. "You might get surprised." He stood, pressed a soft kiss to Danny's forehead and stepped out of the room. He returned a few minutes later, following the doctor into the room.
"Detective Messer, how are you feeling this morning?" the older man asked with a bright smile.
"Good," Danny answered immediately. At Don's glare, he want on. "Like shit."
"I'm not surprised," the doctor smiled. "I just have a few questions for you."
"Sure."
"Blurred vision?"
"A bit but I don't have my glasses."
"I have your spare pair," Don announced and reached into his coat. He smiled as he handed Danny the glasses.
"Now, blurred vision?" the doctor asked again after Danny put his glasses on.
"No."
"Are you sure?" the doctor asked.
"I know better than to lie," Danny said, glancing over at Don.
The doctor nodded, accepting his answer. "Severe headache? Is it worse than when you came in last night?"
"No."
"You got someone to take care of you?"
Danny glanced at Don again. "Yeah, I won't be alone. He's my roommate."
The doctor nodded again, writing something down before looking over at Don. "You know what to do if he gets worse suddenly?"
"Bring him back here," Don said dryly. "I know what symptoms to look for."
"Okay. I'll get the paperwork in motion and you should be free in a few hours," he told Danny.
"Excellent," Danny replied and waited until the doctor left. "You really make me come back?"
"Only cause I want you to live to see our ten year anniversary," Don replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Don," Danny said seriously. "I'm okay."
"You're not," Don said sharply. He took a deep breath and rubbed the palm of his hand against his forehead in frustration. "I know you will be. Just promise you'll tell me if you start to feel worse, okay?"
"I promise. I won't lie ta ya, okay? If I start ta feel any worse, I'll tell you immediately."
"That's all I ask," Don stated with a tired smile. "You gonna take on any more of the mafia?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Nah. It's too late in the day to start," Danny smiled.
Don tried to smile back, but couldn't. "God, Danny. If I'd had any idea what would happen when I made that bust..."
"You still would have done it."
"I wouldn't have left you and Adam there alone."
"Not your call," Don reminded him. "That was Mac's call."
"Yeah but I'da been there with you."
"Why?" Danny argued. "So you coulda got hurt too?"
"You don't know that," Don said.
Danny reached out with his good hand, squeezing Don's arm lightly. "Things worked out."
"Barely."
"Don, don't beat yourself up over this. I'm fine and you're fine. We should be planning on what I'm gonna do to ya when I get better, not beating our heads over somethin' we had no control over."
Don managed a genuine smile. "Or what I'm gonna do to you as soon as we get home."
"Wrap me in bubble wrap so I can't get hurt again?" Danny teased gently.
"That's a pretty good idea," Don replied with a slight nod.
"Only if I can the same to you," Danny bargained.
"It'd be kinda hard ta have sex but if it keeps you alive, I'm willing to give it a shot," Don laughed and then smiled softly at Danny. "I love you," he said softly.
"I love you too," Danny replied.
Don's smile grew as he sat down in the chair and picked up the coffee Lindsay brought him.
"You shoulda seen Mac," he said, lightening the mood. "He blew up the damned lab and walked out the front door like he did shit like that every day." Don laughed. "And then he announces he's going on vacation. Just walked past everyone, got in his car and left."
Danny laughed, wrapping his good arm protectively around himself. "No way. I don't believe that."
"Mac blowing up the lab or going on vacation?"
"Vacation," Danny answered immediately.
"Yep," Don replied smiling at the relaxed look on Danny's face. "Said if anyone needed him, don't call. Though he did tell me ta call him once ya got home. I thought Stella was gonna pass out."
"She's been tryin' to get him to go on vacation for years," Danny explained. "I wonder who won the pool."
"Probably Sid," Don offered. "He looked pretty smug as Mac walked away."
"You ready to go home?" the young, pretty nurse asked warmly as she walked into the room pushing a wheelchair. "As soon as your brother here signs your release papers, you are free to go."
"Absolutely. Come on, bro," Danny said quickly before Don could say anything. He signed the papers, well aware of the look Don was giving them both.
The nurse smiled warmly and handed Danny his clothes. "Do you need help or can you do it?" she asked politely.
"My brother can help me," Danny replied, smirking at Don.
"Very well," she replied, still smiling. "Let me know when you're changed and in the wheelchair and we'll let you go." She turned and walked out of the room, pulling the door closed behind her.
"Brother?" Don growled. "I'll show you brother." He stalked over to Danny before cupping his face gently, running a hand lightly over his cheek. He claimed Danny's mouth with his, kissing him deeply and gently.
"What will mom say?" Danny teased with a fake gasp. He carefully shrugged out of the hospital gown and reached for his pants. "She always told me you'd be a bad influence when I got older," he continued with a grin. "I don't think she meant that you'd be trying to take advantage of me." He winked at Don as he carefully stood and pulled his jeans up.
"Bad influence?" Don laughed. "Your mother thinks I'm the best influence in your life."
"You gotta a point there," Danny agreed. He held the shirt out to Don. "Help?" he whispered. "Please?"
Don nodded, swallowing when he saw the bruises that lined his chest. "God, Danny," he whispered, his fingers ghosting across a few of them.
"This is nothing compared ta how you looked," Danny informed him. "I might look like hell but ya had a hole in yer stomach."
"Yeah," Don replied, still staring at Danny's chest. He shook his head slowly and carefully helped Danny into his shirt.
Don wrapped his arms carefully around Danny, resting his forehead against the blond hair. "How about next year we take May off?" he suggested. "It's just not a good month for us."
"I think that's a damn good idea. A thirty one day vacation. We'll have ta stock up on food and lube cause I won't even leave the damn apartment."
"I'll shop the entire month of April just to make sure," Don confirmed as Danny moved to sit in the wheelchair. "You're willingly getting in that thing? You sure you feel okay?"
"I want to go home. They won't let me unless they wheel me outta here. I know when not to fight some things."
Don laughed, relief filling him at Danny's answer. "I'll go get the nurse then," he said. He stopped and pressed a light kiss against Danny's lips. "I love you."
"I love you too," Danny promised him. "Now get that pretty young nurse, brother of mine and get my ass home."
Don laughed, stood and walked to the door, stopping just before he opened it. "It's my ass. This one," he pointed to his own, "is yours," he smirked before stepping out of the room.
End.
Authors: Dee and Ginny 2WingsNuts
Fandom: CSI:NY
Disclaimer: They're not ours. If they were, they'd be doing a lot of things that couldn't be shown on tv. We'd also keep them far away from the psycho people and only share them with one other person. Loans would have to be specially approved for anyone else
Pairing: Don/Danny
Rating: FRT-13
Warnings: Slash, spoilers for Snow Day
Challenge: 10_hurt_comfort
Prompt: Emotion
Summary: Danny took on the mafia, now Don gets to bring him home from the hospital
Author's Notes: One step closer to a new challenge
~*~*~
Don slowed down and stopped just outside the door. He took a deep breath and tried to force himself on. He shook his head in disgust and stepped back a few feet so that he could pace without being seen.
He couldn't remember a longer day in his life, especially the few hours since he'd receive the call from Danny. Danny. The one person he loved above all else and who was laying in that room. If he was freaked out by what could have been, how much worse must it be for Danny?
Remembering the pain in Danny's voice cause Don's breathing to hitch. He never wanted to hear pain like that again in his lover's voice.
Squaring his shoulder, he stepped into the room. Danny was asleep, pale, even against the white hospital sheets. He watched him for a few moments before looking over at Lindsay, who was sitting in the chair by the bed.
"You made it," she smiled as she closed the book she'd been reading.
"Yes," Don smiled at her. "Thank you so much for being here with him. How is he? Did the doctor's say anything? Has he woken up yet?"
"The doctors reset the bones in his fingers," Lindsay began, shuddering slightly as she thought of how much that must have hurt the first time. "He has a severe concussion, deep bruising, multiple lacerations. Honestly, I tried to not get too many details, I'm sorry," she said, looking away for a moment. "It's just ... knowing that it's Danny changes things. They gave him some strong painkillers that knocked him out about three hours ago."
"Thank you," he said sincerely. "I mean that, thank you."
"I'm glad I could help."
Don smiled and pulled her close for a quick hug. "You can go catch a shower if you want. I'll sit here with him for a while."
"If it's okay with you - unless you have someplace else you have to go - I'm just going to head home," she said. "Give the two of you space."
"Thanks," he forced a nervous laugh. "I didn't want you to think that I didn't want you here."
"I know you do," she squeezed his arm. "You want me to bring breakfast in the morning?"
"That'd be great. Did the doctors say how long he should be here?"
"At least overnight and they'll make their final decision in the morning," she answered as she picked up her things. "Don, I really am sorry."
"Don't be sorry," he insisted. "You have nothing to be sorry for. Danny's fine." He smiled reassuringly. "And I'm thankful that you helped him."
"But if -- okay," she said quietly. She watched Don sit next to the bed, holding one of Danny's hands between both of his. "I'll bring breakfast. All those greasy things that will freak the doctors out," she promised.
"Thanks," Don answered absently.
He could feel her eyes on his back as she studied him before hearing the door close softly.
"Danny," he whispered and pressed a soft kiss to Danny's uninjured fingers. "God am I glad you're okay."
"I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life," he admitted quietly. "You and the mafia ..." he trailed off. "Never again. Please?"
"Better'n you blown'p," Danny slurred as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Hey," Don smiled brightly. "How ya feelin'?"
"Like a bunch 'f thugs beat the shit outta me," Danny muttered.
"They did, ya crazy fool," Don replied, his smile not wavering. "I'm so thankful you're okay," he whispered.
"Me too," Danny said with a small smile. "Donnie ... I don't say this enough but I love you."
"I love you too," Don replied with a soft smile. "I love you so much. When you called..." he inhaled slowly. "I'm just happy that you're okay."
Danny gave him a small smile before yawning deeply. He groaned as his ribs protested the movements.
"You want me ta get the doctors?" Don asked in concern.
"No. Just want you," Danny said stubbornly, gripping Don's hand harder.
"Okay," Don replied as he moved closer to Danny's bed. "If you start feelin' worse, I'm getting the doctor."
Danny nodded, fighting against the tug of exhaustion that pulled at him.
"Get some more sleep Dan," Don ordered quietly, rubbing his thumb softly against Danny's wrist.
"Stay?" The word was so faint Don wasn't sure he'd heard it.
"Yes," he whispered. "Not leaving. Ever." He continued to rub at Danny's wrist before laying his head on the edge of the bed and falling asleep, the steady beat of his lover's pulse still underneath his fingers.
~*~*~*~
Don woke to the smell of coffee. Scrubbing the back of his hands across his face, he blinked a few times. He quickly spotted the coffee and bag sitting on the table with a note attached in Lindsay's handwriting.
He smiled as he read the note and turned his attention back to Danny. His smile grew when he saw the clear blue eyes staring at him.
"Morning."
"Morning," Danny replied, voice gravelly but more alert than it had been the night before.
"How ya feelin'?"
"Like hell but lookin' at you so I can't complain." Danny forced a smile.
"Do you want me to go get someone?" Don asked.
Danny shook his head slowly. "Not unless he's gonna tell me I can go home."
"I'll go get someone," Don replied with a smile. "You might get surprised." He stood, pressed a soft kiss to Danny's forehead and stepped out of the room. He returned a few minutes later, following the doctor into the room.
"Detective Messer, how are you feeling this morning?" the older man asked with a bright smile.
"Good," Danny answered immediately. At Don's glare, he want on. "Like shit."
"I'm not surprised," the doctor smiled. "I just have a few questions for you."
"Sure."
"Blurred vision?"
"A bit but I don't have my glasses."
"I have your spare pair," Don announced and reached into his coat. He smiled as he handed Danny the glasses.
"Now, blurred vision?" the doctor asked again after Danny put his glasses on.
"No."
"Are you sure?" the doctor asked.
"I know better than to lie," Danny said, glancing over at Don.
The doctor nodded, accepting his answer. "Severe headache? Is it worse than when you came in last night?"
"No."
"You got someone to take care of you?"
Danny glanced at Don again. "Yeah, I won't be alone. He's my roommate."
The doctor nodded again, writing something down before looking over at Don. "You know what to do if he gets worse suddenly?"
"Bring him back here," Don said dryly. "I know what symptoms to look for."
"Okay. I'll get the paperwork in motion and you should be free in a few hours," he told Danny.
"Excellent," Danny replied and waited until the doctor left. "You really make me come back?"
"Only cause I want you to live to see our ten year anniversary," Don replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Don," Danny said seriously. "I'm okay."
"You're not," Don said sharply. He took a deep breath and rubbed the palm of his hand against his forehead in frustration. "I know you will be. Just promise you'll tell me if you start to feel worse, okay?"
"I promise. I won't lie ta ya, okay? If I start ta feel any worse, I'll tell you immediately."
"That's all I ask," Don stated with a tired smile. "You gonna take on any more of the mafia?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Nah. It's too late in the day to start," Danny smiled.
Don tried to smile back, but couldn't. "God, Danny. If I'd had any idea what would happen when I made that bust..."
"You still would have done it."
"I wouldn't have left you and Adam there alone."
"Not your call," Don reminded him. "That was Mac's call."
"Yeah but I'da been there with you."
"Why?" Danny argued. "So you coulda got hurt too?"
"You don't know that," Don said.
Danny reached out with his good hand, squeezing Don's arm lightly. "Things worked out."
"Barely."
"Don, don't beat yourself up over this. I'm fine and you're fine. We should be planning on what I'm gonna do to ya when I get better, not beating our heads over somethin' we had no control over."
Don managed a genuine smile. "Or what I'm gonna do to you as soon as we get home."
"Wrap me in bubble wrap so I can't get hurt again?" Danny teased gently.
"That's a pretty good idea," Don replied with a slight nod.
"Only if I can the same to you," Danny bargained.
"It'd be kinda hard ta have sex but if it keeps you alive, I'm willing to give it a shot," Don laughed and then smiled softly at Danny. "I love you," he said softly.
"I love you too," Danny replied.
Don's smile grew as he sat down in the chair and picked up the coffee Lindsay brought him.
"You shoulda seen Mac," he said, lightening the mood. "He blew up the damned lab and walked out the front door like he did shit like that every day." Don laughed. "And then he announces he's going on vacation. Just walked past everyone, got in his car and left."
Danny laughed, wrapping his good arm protectively around himself. "No way. I don't believe that."
"Mac blowing up the lab or going on vacation?"
"Vacation," Danny answered immediately.
"Yep," Don replied smiling at the relaxed look on Danny's face. "Said if anyone needed him, don't call. Though he did tell me ta call him once ya got home. I thought Stella was gonna pass out."
"She's been tryin' to get him to go on vacation for years," Danny explained. "I wonder who won the pool."
"Probably Sid," Don offered. "He looked pretty smug as Mac walked away."
"You ready to go home?" the young, pretty nurse asked warmly as she walked into the room pushing a wheelchair. "As soon as your brother here signs your release papers, you are free to go."
"Absolutely. Come on, bro," Danny said quickly before Don could say anything. He signed the papers, well aware of the look Don was giving them both.
The nurse smiled warmly and handed Danny his clothes. "Do you need help or can you do it?" she asked politely.
"My brother can help me," Danny replied, smirking at Don.
"Very well," she replied, still smiling. "Let me know when you're changed and in the wheelchair and we'll let you go." She turned and walked out of the room, pulling the door closed behind her.
"Brother?" Don growled. "I'll show you brother." He stalked over to Danny before cupping his face gently, running a hand lightly over his cheek. He claimed Danny's mouth with his, kissing him deeply and gently.
"What will mom say?" Danny teased with a fake gasp. He carefully shrugged out of the hospital gown and reached for his pants. "She always told me you'd be a bad influence when I got older," he continued with a grin. "I don't think she meant that you'd be trying to take advantage of me." He winked at Don as he carefully stood and pulled his jeans up.
"Bad influence?" Don laughed. "Your mother thinks I'm the best influence in your life."
"You gotta a point there," Danny agreed. He held the shirt out to Don. "Help?" he whispered. "Please?"
Don nodded, swallowing when he saw the bruises that lined his chest. "God, Danny," he whispered, his fingers ghosting across a few of them.
"This is nothing compared ta how you looked," Danny informed him. "I might look like hell but ya had a hole in yer stomach."
"Yeah," Don replied, still staring at Danny's chest. He shook his head slowly and carefully helped Danny into his shirt.
Don wrapped his arms carefully around Danny, resting his forehead against the blond hair. "How about next year we take May off?" he suggested. "It's just not a good month for us."
"I think that's a damn good idea. A thirty one day vacation. We'll have ta stock up on food and lube cause I won't even leave the damn apartment."
"I'll shop the entire month of April just to make sure," Don confirmed as Danny moved to sit in the wheelchair. "You're willingly getting in that thing? You sure you feel okay?"
"I want to go home. They won't let me unless they wheel me outta here. I know when not to fight some things."
Don laughed, relief filling him at Danny's answer. "I'll go get the nurse then," he said. He stopped and pressed a light kiss against Danny's lips. "I love you."
"I love you too," Danny promised him. "Now get that pretty young nurse, brother of mine and get my ass home."
Don laughed, stood and walked to the door, stopping just before he opened it. "It's my ass. This one," he pointed to his own, "is yours," he smirked before stepping out of the room.
End.