Fic: Five Seconds Of Almost Normal
Title: Five Seconds Of Almost Normal
Fandom: CSI: NY
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack, Donald Pack
au_developments Prompt: 9. Far Away
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI:NY, but if you see someone you don’t recognize it might be mine, so please ask before you borrow them.
Summary: Don calls Truly’s dad after...spending time with her.
Authors Note: Well...this is something I’ve never tried before....I think I like how it came out though. Flack’s POV, set after It Could Be Worse, He Could Be Naked. Oh, and Flack's being kinda sarcastic through some of this.
I can’t think. I’m trying to focus on important things, but other important things start popping up too. Like Mac says, everything’s connected. The case I need to buckle down and solve is connected to Truly. Truly’s in trouble. I love Truly. Wait...fuck that....
So here I am, sitting on my couch trying to think about two things at once. Only when I start thinking about my case, Truly pops up in my head. And she stays there and she doesn’t leave. I just see her face and her smile and her body and I can’t help but wonder back to the night before. And...then Stella walks in and it’s completely ruined and I’m back on the case.
For about five seconds.
I just need to take care of her. That’s what needs to happen. I need to make sure she’s getting help so I can concentrate on other things, like breathing. Because as her ex-boyfriend, I should do that, I should make sure she’s not totally screwed to hell. God knows she’s fucked me over time after time, why not help her out?
I need to talk to someone who cares about Truly. Not Stella. Not her theater friends. Not anyone at the lab. Whoever could be left?
I’m not even sure if I have his number. I think he gave me his number when he came to visit. And there it is. Donald Pack: Truly’s dad, 785-555-0478.
I didn’t think he would answer on the first ring.
"Hi, Don."
Or know my number.
"Hey, Mr. Pack," I say quietly, trying not to blurt it out all at once. He probably has no idea what’s going on. I hope I don’t kill him.
"What can I do for you, son?"
I take a breath and tell him. I tell him everything. I tell him Truly and I broke up, I tell him she’s got this whole self-loathing thing going on, I tell him she’s doing drugs and she’s trying to quite and it’s not really working because she’ll kill herself if she doesn’t get help. I tell him we reopened his son’s case and I promise we’ll close it for good. How can I promise that? While I’m asking myself that question I realize...he hasn’t said anything. He’s just on the other end...silent.
"Mr. Pack?" I ask worriedly. God, I hope I didn’t kill him.
"Where is she now?" he askes me. He almost demands it, and I’m sort of caught of gaurd because I don’t think I’ve ever heard him so pissed off before. Not that I really speak to the guy....
"She’s at her place," I say as quickly as I can. I hear him muttered something to himself that sounds like a slur of curse words (which I’m not surprised about) and clear his throat.
"Thank you very much for telling me this, Don," he says and he hangs up. I don’t know what he’s thinking. If he’s going to fly all the way up here, which would be a completely.... fatherly thing to do.
If he does come all the way out here, I hope he takes care of her. Because if I tried taking her to rehab or something, I think we’d do what we usually do.
Have sex and part ways.
But there’s no way in hell I’m telling Stella that.
Fandom: CSI: NY
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack, Donald Pack
au_developments Prompt: 9. Far Away
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI:NY, but if you see someone you don’t recognize it might be mine, so please ask before you borrow them.
Summary: Don calls Truly’s dad after...spending time with her.
Authors Note: Well...this is something I’ve never tried before....I think I like how it came out though. Flack’s POV, set after It Could Be Worse, He Could Be Naked. Oh, and Flack's being kinda sarcastic through some of this.
I can’t think. I’m trying to focus on important things, but other important things start popping up too. Like Mac says, everything’s connected. The case I need to buckle down and solve is connected to Truly. Truly’s in trouble. I love Truly. Wait...fuck that....
So here I am, sitting on my couch trying to think about two things at once. Only when I start thinking about my case, Truly pops up in my head. And she stays there and she doesn’t leave. I just see her face and her smile and her body and I can’t help but wonder back to the night before. And...then Stella walks in and it’s completely ruined and I’m back on the case.
For about five seconds.
I just need to take care of her. That’s what needs to happen. I need to make sure she’s getting help so I can concentrate on other things, like breathing. Because as her ex-boyfriend, I should do that, I should make sure she’s not totally screwed to hell. God knows she’s fucked me over time after time, why not help her out?
I need to talk to someone who cares about Truly. Not Stella. Not her theater friends. Not anyone at the lab. Whoever could be left?
I’m not even sure if I have his number. I think he gave me his number when he came to visit. And there it is. Donald Pack: Truly’s dad, 785-555-0478.
I didn’t think he would answer on the first ring.
"Hi, Don."
Or know my number.
"Hey, Mr. Pack," I say quietly, trying not to blurt it out all at once. He probably has no idea what’s going on. I hope I don’t kill him.
"What can I do for you, son?"
I take a breath and tell him. I tell him everything. I tell him Truly and I broke up, I tell him she’s got this whole self-loathing thing going on, I tell him she’s doing drugs and she’s trying to quite and it’s not really working because she’ll kill herself if she doesn’t get help. I tell him we reopened his son’s case and I promise we’ll close it for good. How can I promise that? While I’m asking myself that question I realize...he hasn’t said anything. He’s just on the other end...silent.
"Mr. Pack?" I ask worriedly. God, I hope I didn’t kill him.
"Where is she now?" he askes me. He almost demands it, and I’m sort of caught of gaurd because I don’t think I’ve ever heard him so pissed off before. Not that I really speak to the guy....
"She’s at her place," I say as quickly as I can. I hear him muttered something to himself that sounds like a slur of curse words (which I’m not surprised about) and clear his throat.
"Thank you very much for telling me this, Don," he says and he hangs up. I don’t know what he’s thinking. If he’s going to fly all the way up here, which would be a completely.... fatherly thing to do.
If he does come all the way out here, I hope he takes care of her. Because if I tried taking her to rehab or something, I think we’d do what we usually do.
Have sex and part ways.
But there’s no way in hell I’m telling Stella that.