Don/Truly| fic_cd_mix: I'm Not Okay (I Promise)- My Chemical Romance
Title: Not That Card
Author: Liv
Fandom: CSI:NY
Claim: Don Flack/Truly Pack (OC)
fic_cd_mix Prompt: I’m Not Okay (I Promise)- My Chemical Romance
5101520fic_qifs Prompt: 20-100/#45.- Smack/Punch
Word Count: 471
Rating: FRT
Warnings: Swearing.
Disclaimer: Truly Pack is mine, so don’t use her without permission. I don’t own CSI:NY
Author's Notes: This was wicked fun. Not much is explained in here, but don’t worry it’ll all make sense as soon as I’m not lazy. This is set after the raid which I will write when, again, I decide to be not lazy.
Link to table: here
Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say.
I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way.
For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took,
Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," muttered Don under his breath as he stood outside the courtroom. He had one of his hands in his hair and the other clenched into a fist. The wooden doors opened and Truly walked out. It was a surprise that she wasn’t grinning. She looked at him and stopped, her attorney, touching her arm to try and get her to walk with her.
"I’ll see you in a sec," said Truly, waving the woman off, but still staring at Don. He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against and walked up to her, crossing his arms over his chest. She raised an eyebrow up at him, placing her hands on his hips.
"You played the ex-boyfriend card?" hissed Don. "I’m trying to help you-"
"By putting me in jail? Yeah, great help, Donnie."
"I happen to care about what happens to you, and I would love for you not to be my next case."
"You think I’m going to die? Someone’s gonna kill me? I’m going to kill someone? What the fuck do you think of me, Don?"
"I don’t," said Don scathingly. "I would appreciate, if you would stop killing yourself and get help."
"Fuck off," said Truly, turning on her heel and walking down the hall. Don watched her go for a second before following her.
"Excuse me?"
"Did you not hear me?" asked Truly, spinning around to face him and taking him by surprise. "I clearly told you to fuck off. I would appreciate that for once you would stay out of my life. Go brode, or drink, or bitch about me to Stella. Anything but following me around and pressuring me to quite something that seems to piss you off so much."
"So you want this?" asked Don, looking at her scrutinizingly.
"I want you to leave me the fuck alone!" said Truly in exasperation, tossing her hands up in the air. "Don’t you get that? You had a chance to save me. Multiple chances. Instead, you decide to dump me or turn me in or shoot me. The first time you were upset, got that. Second time? You were pissed off because I fooled you again! But, shooting me? What was wrong with you?"
"You happened to be carrying a weapon, Truly," said Don venomously, his tone taking Truly by surprise. "I was merely protecting myself from whatever crazy thing you would do-"
SMACK!
"Don’t you dare call me crazy," hissed Truly, shaking the sting out of her hand. Don blinked as his vision swam, lifting his hand to feel to place where she’d hit him.
That was going to bruise. Truly turned on her heel, her shoes squeaking on the ground as she stalked off. Don stared after her, shaking his head.
But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!
(Trust Me)
-I’M NOT OKAY (I PROMISE) by My Chemical Romance