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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-08-11 09:56 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-08-11 09:56 am
Flack/Stella - For the Best
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: For the Best
Author: Me!
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Stella Bonasera
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alphabetasoup Prompt: H is for Hurt
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: He wished he had that strength. He wish he couldn’t show how much it hurt.
Author's Note: This is set when Flack first finds out his been promoted to Detective.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stella, Mac or Don. They're owned by CBS.
She could see it in his eyes. It was always so easy to see. His face was so expressive, so easy to read. He tried to keep a straight face, tried to keep his feelings to himself, but he really couldn’t. Not when she knew him as well as she did.
“It’s for the best, Don,” Stella sighed, “I mean, we’re gonna be working together now. If things don’t last—” Her voice drifted off and she gave him a smile, “I just don’t want it to effect our relationship. I don’t want things to be awkward.”
“I completely understand,” he sighed. This was not the way he planned on celebrating his promotion. Not at all. She knew that he wasn’t lying when he said that he understood. He did. But did he like it?
Nope. Not a bit.
“But Stell,” he began, “We could work it out, I mean, we’re both professional people, I really think we could handle it—”
“Don,” Stella sighed, “We had something good. Let’s keep things that way.”
A brief kiss on the cheek, a small smile, and she was gone. She walked out of his apartment, leaving him sitting with his thoughts.
Idiot he cursed himself. He sounded like such a kid there. Their entire relationship he had spent trying to prove to her that he could handle being with an older woman. That he wasn’t just an idiot kid. And he thought he managed to do it. They were happy, and in love and it was working. And he gets this stupid job, and everything is shot to hell.
Why couldn’t she just be happy for him?
***
Mac crouched over the body, and heard the footsteps of the detective behind him. He turned and looked at the man behind him. “You Flack?” The younger man nodded, and Mac shook his hand, “Mac Taylor. What can you tell me about the vic?”
“Name’s Harper McNally,” he sighed, “Jogger spotted him on his normal jogging route, called nine-one-one. So far, no one’s come forward with anything, but I’ll let you know when something does.”
“Good, keep me posted,” Mac replied, turning back to the body.
“Alright, Mac,” the voice came from behind him, “What’ve we got?”
“Male DB, gunshot to the chest,” Mac replied, “Stella, this is Detective Flack, he—”
“I know,” Stella cut him off, extending her hand to the other man, “We used to work together.” She gave him a smile, “How you doin, Flack?”
“Alright, how bout you?” he replied. From then on, just Flack. No Don, no Donnie. Just Flack.
“I’m good,” she nodded, before turning back to the body, starting to process.
He watch her work, and wondered how she could just turn it off like that. How she could ignore whatever feelings or emotions that might be still there for him. How she could pretend like they never happened.
He wished he had that strength. He wish he couldn’t show how much it hurt.
Title: For the Best
Author: Me!
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Stella Bonasera
alphabetasoup Prompt: H is for Hurt Content Warning: N/A
Summary: He wished he had that strength. He wish he couldn’t show how much it hurt.
Author's Note: This is set when Flack first finds out his been promoted to Detective.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stella, Mac or Don. They're owned by CBS.
She could see it in his eyes. It was always so easy to see. His face was so expressive, so easy to read. He tried to keep a straight face, tried to keep his feelings to himself, but he really couldn’t. Not when she knew him as well as she did.
“It’s for the best, Don,” Stella sighed, “I mean, we’re gonna be working together now. If things don’t last—” Her voice drifted off and she gave him a smile, “I just don’t want it to effect our relationship. I don’t want things to be awkward.”
“I completely understand,” he sighed. This was not the way he planned on celebrating his promotion. Not at all. She knew that he wasn’t lying when he said that he understood. He did. But did he like it?
Nope. Not a bit.
“But Stell,” he began, “We could work it out, I mean, we’re both professional people, I really think we could handle it—”
“Don,” Stella sighed, “We had something good. Let’s keep things that way.”
A brief kiss on the cheek, a small smile, and she was gone. She walked out of his apartment, leaving him sitting with his thoughts.
Idiot he cursed himself. He sounded like such a kid there. Their entire relationship he had spent trying to prove to her that he could handle being with an older woman. That he wasn’t just an idiot kid. And he thought he managed to do it. They were happy, and in love and it was working. And he gets this stupid job, and everything is shot to hell.
Why couldn’t she just be happy for him?
***
Mac crouched over the body, and heard the footsteps of the detective behind him. He turned and looked at the man behind him. “You Flack?” The younger man nodded, and Mac shook his hand, “Mac Taylor. What can you tell me about the vic?”
“Name’s Harper McNally,” he sighed, “Jogger spotted him on his normal jogging route, called nine-one-one. So far, no one’s come forward with anything, but I’ll let you know when something does.”
“Good, keep me posted,” Mac replied, turning back to the body.
“Alright, Mac,” the voice came from behind him, “What’ve we got?”
“Male DB, gunshot to the chest,” Mac replied, “Stella, this is Detective Flack, he—”
“I know,” Stella cut him off, extending her hand to the other man, “We used to work together.” She gave him a smile, “How you doin, Flack?”
“Alright, how bout you?” he replied. From then on, just Flack. No Don, no Donnie. Just Flack.
“I’m good,” she nodded, before turning back to the body, starting to process.
He watch her work, and wondered how she could just turn it off like that. How she could ignore whatever feelings or emotions that might be still there for him. How she could pretend like they never happened.
He wished he had that strength. He wish he couldn’t show how much it hurt.