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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-07-13 12:46 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-07-13 12:46 pm
Danny/Kate - Ghosts at Your Front Door
Fandom: CSI:NY/Lost
Title: Ghosts at Your Front Door
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Danny Messer/Kate Austen, Lindsay Monroe (implied Danny/Lindsay)
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fic_variations Prompt: Four Seasons (#2)
Content Warning: Spoilers for "Snow Day" (CSI:NY), through the end of season three (Lost).
Summary: Danny's in the hospital and someone he never expected pops in to see him.
Author's Note: Still forvenetia_sassy. I'm going with the canon!Danny/Lindsay for right now, but I don't think it's going to last long. I'm not fond of it, but "Snow Day" seemed like a good place to kick the AU off from.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Lost. They're owned by CBS and ABC. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
He hadn’t thought about her in almost three years. He pushed her to the back of his mind once he had found out what she done, and tried his best not to think about her since. Then there was the plane crash. An entire jumbo jet of people, just gone, and while the crash of Oceanic Flight 815 had impacted him—you’d have to not have a heart for it not to—the object of his physical affection for one night wasn’t something he was going to really mourn over. Especially when she lied to him about who she was and what she had done.
Not that he should have expected the truth. After all—it was a one night stand. Danny should have known better than to think that she would give him the real story of who she was—not when she was just looking for a quickie in the back of a bar. She probably never intended to go home with him, but she did. And for weeks after he needed to process her car, she haunted him. He wondered if she was the first guy she had slept with while she was on the run, or if there were twenty other Danny Messers out there, who had all met a woman who had twenty different names and faces. It was only the nights when he didn’t just collapse into bed and pass out that he found himself thinking about her. But slowly the thoughts faded and with everything that happened in the past few years, including her death, she wasn’t anything he had to worry about.
At least, not until he wound up in the hospital after the Irish mob case. Long boring summer days left him with a bit too much time on his hands, and whenever there was nobody around and he was stuck by himself, for some reason, instead of his thoughts drifting to the woman he was currently with—he found himself thinking of her. Of a dead ex-lover who he had never wanted to see again when he was alive. He needed distractions, and he needed things to keep him busy, keep his mind off her. It was one night for Christ’s sake. It didn’t make any sense.
Lindsay was a welcome distraction, though. They hadn’t really decided where they stood after the night they had spent together, but he was happy for the company. It distracted him from other things he had on his mind when she would talk about work, or just about anything really. He was laughing at some bit of gossip she had told him about, when he looked up and spotted someone standing in the doorway of his hospital room.
Danny paled like he had seen a ghost, and Lindsay turned in surprise to see a dark haired woman in a baseball cap standing there. She frowned, “Can I help you?”
“Hey, Danny,” she said softly, and he closed his eyes for a minute, before opening them again, double checking that it was really her.
“What the hell—”
“Saw you on the news,” she replied, “Friend of mine works here, told me what room you were in.”
“Who’s—” Lindsay began, turning to Danny, confused.
“Old friend,” Kate spoke up quickly, Danny still being too shell shocked to say anything. The look on her face almost dared him to tell Lindsay who she really was. “We haven’t seen each other in a while.”
Haven’t seen each other in a while. So the woman had balls, and she was the queen of the understatement. He noticed Lindsay looking at him for some kind of confirmation, and he shook himself out of his stupor before responding.
“Yeah,” he nodded, “This is, uh—this is my friend, Molly. Molly, this is Lindsay Monroe, my—girlfriend.” Even though he wasn’t really sure what he and Lindsay were yet, he knew that the word girlfriend would keep Kate at bay—at least, he hoped it would. All it seemed it get out of Kate was an amused smirk, and only made Lindsay uncomfortable. He turned to her and gave her a small smile, “Why don’t you go get something to eat?”
“Sure,” Lindsay nodded, getting up and heading out the door. Kate watched her go, before turning back to him.
“Surprised to see me?”
“How the hell are you—?”
“Still alive?” she said, tilting her head to the side slightly, “I survived plane crash. But yes, everyone still thinks I’m dead. I’m surprised you even remembered my name.”
“Are you?”
“Considering how pissed you seem to be that I’m here, I’m assuming you know about my—past life.”
“You killed a man by blowing up a house.”
“He deserved it.”
“That’s not a reason.”
“To you, maybe,” she sighed, “You’re the cop.”
“I’m human too. Maybe I could understand?”
She studied him for a minute before shaking her head, “Doesn’t matter. Just wanted to see how you were. Now I should probably go.”
“Wait. I’ve still got more questions,” he frowned.
“Like what? Why did I come see you? Why did I sleep with you?”
Danny couldn’t help it. His face quirked up in a smirk at the last comment before he spoke, “Well, the answer to that is obvious, what with my good looks and smooth charm—”
Kate laughed, “And the large amounts of alcohol probably didn’t help either.”
“No, probably didn’t,” he grinned, leaning back into the pillows behind him. She studied him for a minute before speaking again.
“See—you don’t hate me that much?”
“Never said I hated you—just was pissed as hell at you.”
“For doing what? Not telling you I was a fugitive?”
“Something like that.”
“Well, what did you expect me to do, Danny?” she sighed, smirking slightly, “Come out and tell you everything? I wasn’t looking for a priest.” She paused for a minute before speaking up again, “Wasn’t looking to get arrested, either?”
“I didn’t tell you I was a cop.”
“I saw your badge—why do you think I bolted like that?” There was another pause, “Saw your girlfriend’s too. And here I thought you just picked her up in a bar.”
Danny’s face darkened at that slightly, “Go to hell.”
“Already been there,” she murmured, “Didn’t like it too much.”
He paused for a minute, before shaking his head, “I still can’t wrap my head around this.”
“Not many can,” she nodded, “But don’t worry about it—you’ll just make your head hurt.”
Danny smirked slightly, “So what are you going to do now?”
She shrugged, “I’ve been traveling around with a friend. I think we’ve got a few more days in the city before we disappear again. Just figured I’d get this out of the way.”
Danny raised an eyebrow at her choice of words, and watched as she gave him a small smile, “Take care of yourself, Danny.”
“What—no ‘don’t tell anyone I’m alive’?”
She shrugged, “Do what you think is right.”
He nodded slowly before responding, “You too, Kate.”
She gave him a small smile, before turning and heading out the door. He watched her go, and the one question he wanted to ask just kept rattling around in his head, not finding an answer that made logical sense. Thousands of people she could have picked to see in this city—
Why him?
Title: Ghosts at Your Front Door
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Danny Messer/Kate Austen, Lindsay Monroe (implied Danny/Lindsay)
fic_variations Prompt: Four Seasons (#2)Content Warning: Spoilers for "Snow Day" (CSI:NY), through the end of season three (Lost).
Summary: Danny's in the hospital and someone he never expected pops in to see him.
Author's Note: Still for
venetia_sassy. I'm going with the canon!Danny/Lindsay for right now, but I don't think it's going to last long. I'm not fond of it, but "Snow Day" seemed like a good place to kick the AU off from.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Lost. They're owned by CBS and ABC. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
He hadn’t thought about her in almost three years. He pushed her to the back of his mind once he had found out what she done, and tried his best not to think about her since. Then there was the plane crash. An entire jumbo jet of people, just gone, and while the crash of Oceanic Flight 815 had impacted him—you’d have to not have a heart for it not to—the object of his physical affection for one night wasn’t something he was going to really mourn over. Especially when she lied to him about who she was and what she had done.
Not that he should have expected the truth. After all—it was a one night stand. Danny should have known better than to think that she would give him the real story of who she was—not when she was just looking for a quickie in the back of a bar. She probably never intended to go home with him, but she did. And for weeks after he needed to process her car, she haunted him. He wondered if she was the first guy she had slept with while she was on the run, or if there were twenty other Danny Messers out there, who had all met a woman who had twenty different names and faces. It was only the nights when he didn’t just collapse into bed and pass out that he found himself thinking about her. But slowly the thoughts faded and with everything that happened in the past few years, including her death, she wasn’t anything he had to worry about.
At least, not until he wound up in the hospital after the Irish mob case. Long boring summer days left him with a bit too much time on his hands, and whenever there was nobody around and he was stuck by himself, for some reason, instead of his thoughts drifting to the woman he was currently with—he found himself thinking of her. Of a dead ex-lover who he had never wanted to see again when he was alive. He needed distractions, and he needed things to keep him busy, keep his mind off her. It was one night for Christ’s sake. It didn’t make any sense.
Lindsay was a welcome distraction, though. They hadn’t really decided where they stood after the night they had spent together, but he was happy for the company. It distracted him from other things he had on his mind when she would talk about work, or just about anything really. He was laughing at some bit of gossip she had told him about, when he looked up and spotted someone standing in the doorway of his hospital room.
Danny paled like he had seen a ghost, and Lindsay turned in surprise to see a dark haired woman in a baseball cap standing there. She frowned, “Can I help you?”
“Hey, Danny,” she said softly, and he closed his eyes for a minute, before opening them again, double checking that it was really her.
“What the hell—”
“Saw you on the news,” she replied, “Friend of mine works here, told me what room you were in.”
“Who’s—” Lindsay began, turning to Danny, confused.
“Old friend,” Kate spoke up quickly, Danny still being too shell shocked to say anything. The look on her face almost dared him to tell Lindsay who she really was. “We haven’t seen each other in a while.”
Haven’t seen each other in a while. So the woman had balls, and she was the queen of the understatement. He noticed Lindsay looking at him for some kind of confirmation, and he shook himself out of his stupor before responding.
“Yeah,” he nodded, “This is, uh—this is my friend, Molly. Molly, this is Lindsay Monroe, my—girlfriend.” Even though he wasn’t really sure what he and Lindsay were yet, he knew that the word girlfriend would keep Kate at bay—at least, he hoped it would. All it seemed it get out of Kate was an amused smirk, and only made Lindsay uncomfortable. He turned to her and gave her a small smile, “Why don’t you go get something to eat?”
“Sure,” Lindsay nodded, getting up and heading out the door. Kate watched her go, before turning back to him.
“Surprised to see me?”
“How the hell are you—?”
“Still alive?” she said, tilting her head to the side slightly, “I survived plane crash. But yes, everyone still thinks I’m dead. I’m surprised you even remembered my name.”
“Are you?”
“Considering how pissed you seem to be that I’m here, I’m assuming you know about my—past life.”
“You killed a man by blowing up a house.”
“He deserved it.”
“That’s not a reason.”
“To you, maybe,” she sighed, “You’re the cop.”
“I’m human too. Maybe I could understand?”
She studied him for a minute before shaking her head, “Doesn’t matter. Just wanted to see how you were. Now I should probably go.”
“Wait. I’ve still got more questions,” he frowned.
“Like what? Why did I come see you? Why did I sleep with you?”
Danny couldn’t help it. His face quirked up in a smirk at the last comment before he spoke, “Well, the answer to that is obvious, what with my good looks and smooth charm—”
Kate laughed, “And the large amounts of alcohol probably didn’t help either.”
“No, probably didn’t,” he grinned, leaning back into the pillows behind him. She studied him for a minute before speaking again.
“See—you don’t hate me that much?”
“Never said I hated you—just was pissed as hell at you.”
“For doing what? Not telling you I was a fugitive?”
“Something like that.”
“Well, what did you expect me to do, Danny?” she sighed, smirking slightly, “Come out and tell you everything? I wasn’t looking for a priest.” She paused for a minute before speaking up again, “Wasn’t looking to get arrested, either?”
“I didn’t tell you I was a cop.”
“I saw your badge—why do you think I bolted like that?” There was another pause, “Saw your girlfriend’s too. And here I thought you just picked her up in a bar.”
Danny’s face darkened at that slightly, “Go to hell.”
“Already been there,” she murmured, “Didn’t like it too much.”
He paused for a minute, before shaking his head, “I still can’t wrap my head around this.”
“Not many can,” she nodded, “But don’t worry about it—you’ll just make your head hurt.”
Danny smirked slightly, “So what are you going to do now?”
She shrugged, “I’ve been traveling around with a friend. I think we’ve got a few more days in the city before we disappear again. Just figured I’d get this out of the way.”
Danny raised an eyebrow at her choice of words, and watched as she gave him a small smile, “Take care of yourself, Danny.”
“What—no ‘don’t tell anyone I’m alive’?”
She shrugged, “Do what you think is right.”
He nodded slowly before responding, “You too, Kate.”
She gave him a small smile, before turning and heading out the door. He watched her go, and the one question he wanted to ask just kept rattling around in his head, not finding an answer that made logical sense. Thousands of people she could have picked to see in this city—
Why him?