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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-08-27 11:17 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-08-27 11:17 pm
Flack/Stella - Wooden Alleys
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Wooden Alleys
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Stella Bonasera
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alphabetasoup Prompt: F is for Frustrated
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Flack takes Stella bowling.
Author's Note: Follow-up to Comfort in Silence. It's not necessary that you read it first, but it's somewhat helpful if you do.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
Stella found Don sitting outside the station, staring out at the streets. He was still on desk duty from the bombing, and he was expected to be put back on the beat sometime soon, but Stella could tell he was starting to get restless. She walked over to him and sat down next to him.
“You OK?” she asked, nudging him in the shoulder.
“Wanna go bowling?” he replied.
“Random much?” she laughed, and he grinned.
“Sorry. I just have a really strong urge to go bowling,” he sighed, a shy smile crossing his face, “And it sucks going bowling by yourself.”
“Ask the others?” she frowned, nodding towards the precinct behind them.
“Hawkes has plans, and Danny and Lindsay will spend the evening trying to get to what they assume is wrong with me rather than actually bowl,” Flack replied, “And Mac—is Mac.”
“Ahh,” she nodded, “You just want to bowl.”
“Exactly,” Don nodded, “So—you in?”
“Yeah,” Stella nodded, “I’m in.”
***
Stella stood in front of the line, lined up the shot the best she could, and launched the ball down the wooden alleyway, and watched as the ball rolled halfway down, then into the gutter.
“OK, you officially suck,” Don grinned from his seat at the scoring console. They were the only people in the bowling alley, and Don was looking a lot more relaxed than she had seen him in a long time.
“It was only my first bowl,” she laughed, give me a break.
“Alright, fine,” he replied, holding up his hands, “Go ahead bowl again.” She picked up the ball, and walked back the line, feeling his eyes on her as she rolled the ball down the alleyway again. She still wound up with a gutter ball.
“OK, now you officially suck,” Don grinned, and she shot him a look.
“Go roll your damn ball,” she replied, plopping down on one of the chairs. He got up and bowled his turn, and wound up with a spare.
Stella blinked at him for a second, before shooting him a look, “OK. How did you do that?”
“All in the wrist,” he replied, “Want me to show you?”
“No!” she snapped, before getting up and getting her ball, “I just need a couple bowls to warm up. I’ll get this.”
“OK,” he replied, before sitting back down in his seat.
***
Eight frames later they were moving on to their second game, and Stella had gotten a little better, but Don was still kicking her ass.
“OK,” she sighed, her stubborn streak giving out, “How do you do this?” Giving her a smile, he got up and came up behind her, taking her hand with the ball in his own.
“Hold your wrist like this,” he murmured in her ear, “Plant your feet like this, and when you roll the ball, you want your wrist—” His words started to drown out and she was more focused on the feel of body behind her and his hand against hers. She was completely zoned out when her name snapped her back to reality.
“Stella?” he frowned, “You got it?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, “Got it.”
She stepped up, and somehow, something he was telling her stuck, and she managed to knock down half the pins.
“There ya go,” Don grinned, “Ya got it.”
“I guess so,” Stella sighed, a smile flashing across her face. She bowled her last half of her turn, knocking down two more pins, before sitting down next to him again. It was his turn, but he wasn’t getting up to go, just sitting there, staring at the console.
“Don?” she frowned.
“Yeah?” he asked, shaking his head as though snapping out of something.
“You really OK?” she asked, and he looked at her.
“We never really—resolved things between us did we?” he asked, turning to her, “After that whole Frankie thing?”
She knew he wasn’t referring to what happened between her and Frankie but what happened afterwards. Things had been just kind of up in the air since then, and she knew he needed some kind of resolution to things, so he could either move on, or at least know where they stood.
“No,” she shook her head, “We didn’t.”
“It’s kind of frustrating,” he replied, suddenly uncomfortable, “Not knowing where to stand. Not knowing where the line is.” He ran a hand through his hair, continually shifting in his seat, “I mean, usually I always know where the line is, but with us it’s like—” A small smile crossed his face, and he looked up at her, “—it’s like I’m a rookie again, and I’m not sure if I’m just a quick fling, or I actually meant something to you.”
“You were never just a quick fling, Don,” she replied softly.
“That doesn’t help me on where we stand now,” he said.
“I don’t know,” Stella sighed, “But—I want this.” She inched closer to him, being close enough that she could touch him, “I miss this. I do.” He reached for her, but she pulled back, hesitated, and she could see the frustration return to his face. “I’m not sure I’m ready,” she explained softly.
“Then can we take baby steps?” he asked, desperate to try and find something to hold on to.
She nodded, “Baby steps. Baby steps are good.”
“Then do you want to have dinner sometime?” he asked.
“I would love to,” she smiled.
“Good,” he nodded. There was a moment of silence, before Stella flashed him a smile.
“It’s your turn to bowl,” she sighed, nodding towards the alleyway. He returned her smile.
“You sure you still want to do this? I am kicking your ass, Bonasera.”
“Oh, Flack, I am not defeated yet. I just managed to find my groove. I’m ready to bowl now.”
Title: Wooden Alleys
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Stella Bonasera
alphabetasoup Prompt: F is for Frustrated Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Flack takes Stella bowling.
Author's Note: Follow-up to Comfort in Silence. It's not necessary that you read it first, but it's somewhat helpful if you do.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
Stella found Don sitting outside the station, staring out at the streets. He was still on desk duty from the bombing, and he was expected to be put back on the beat sometime soon, but Stella could tell he was starting to get restless. She walked over to him and sat down next to him.
“You OK?” she asked, nudging him in the shoulder.
“Wanna go bowling?” he replied.
“Random much?” she laughed, and he grinned.
“Sorry. I just have a really strong urge to go bowling,” he sighed, a shy smile crossing his face, “And it sucks going bowling by yourself.”
“Ask the others?” she frowned, nodding towards the precinct behind them.
“Hawkes has plans, and Danny and Lindsay will spend the evening trying to get to what they assume is wrong with me rather than actually bowl,” Flack replied, “And Mac—is Mac.”
“Ahh,” she nodded, “You just want to bowl.”
“Exactly,” Don nodded, “So—you in?”
“Yeah,” Stella nodded, “I’m in.”
***
Stella stood in front of the line, lined up the shot the best she could, and launched the ball down the wooden alleyway, and watched as the ball rolled halfway down, then into the gutter.
“OK, you officially suck,” Don grinned from his seat at the scoring console. They were the only people in the bowling alley, and Don was looking a lot more relaxed than she had seen him in a long time.
“It was only my first bowl,” she laughed, give me a break.
“Alright, fine,” he replied, holding up his hands, “Go ahead bowl again.” She picked up the ball, and walked back the line, feeling his eyes on her as she rolled the ball down the alleyway again. She still wound up with a gutter ball.
“OK, now you officially suck,” Don grinned, and she shot him a look.
“Go roll your damn ball,” she replied, plopping down on one of the chairs. He got up and bowled his turn, and wound up with a spare.
Stella blinked at him for a second, before shooting him a look, “OK. How did you do that?”
“All in the wrist,” he replied, “Want me to show you?”
“No!” she snapped, before getting up and getting her ball, “I just need a couple bowls to warm up. I’ll get this.”
“OK,” he replied, before sitting back down in his seat.
***
Eight frames later they were moving on to their second game, and Stella had gotten a little better, but Don was still kicking her ass.
“OK,” she sighed, her stubborn streak giving out, “How do you do this?” Giving her a smile, he got up and came up behind her, taking her hand with the ball in his own.
“Hold your wrist like this,” he murmured in her ear, “Plant your feet like this, and when you roll the ball, you want your wrist—” His words started to drown out and she was more focused on the feel of body behind her and his hand against hers. She was completely zoned out when her name snapped her back to reality.
“Stella?” he frowned, “You got it?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, “Got it.”
She stepped up, and somehow, something he was telling her stuck, and she managed to knock down half the pins.
“There ya go,” Don grinned, “Ya got it.”
“I guess so,” Stella sighed, a smile flashing across her face. She bowled her last half of her turn, knocking down two more pins, before sitting down next to him again. It was his turn, but he wasn’t getting up to go, just sitting there, staring at the console.
“Don?” she frowned.
“Yeah?” he asked, shaking his head as though snapping out of something.
“You really OK?” she asked, and he looked at her.
“We never really—resolved things between us did we?” he asked, turning to her, “After that whole Frankie thing?”
She knew he wasn’t referring to what happened between her and Frankie but what happened afterwards. Things had been just kind of up in the air since then, and she knew he needed some kind of resolution to things, so he could either move on, or at least know where they stood.
“No,” she shook her head, “We didn’t.”
“It’s kind of frustrating,” he replied, suddenly uncomfortable, “Not knowing where to stand. Not knowing where the line is.” He ran a hand through his hair, continually shifting in his seat, “I mean, usually I always know where the line is, but with us it’s like—” A small smile crossed his face, and he looked up at her, “—it’s like I’m a rookie again, and I’m not sure if I’m just a quick fling, or I actually meant something to you.”
“You were never just a quick fling, Don,” she replied softly.
“That doesn’t help me on where we stand now,” he said.
“I don’t know,” Stella sighed, “But—I want this.” She inched closer to him, being close enough that she could touch him, “I miss this. I do.” He reached for her, but she pulled back, hesitated, and she could see the frustration return to his face. “I’m not sure I’m ready,” she explained softly.
“Then can we take baby steps?” he asked, desperate to try and find something to hold on to.
She nodded, “Baby steps. Baby steps are good.”
“Then do you want to have dinner sometime?” he asked.
“I would love to,” she smiled.
“Good,” he nodded. There was a moment of silence, before Stella flashed him a smile.
“It’s your turn to bowl,” she sighed, nodding towards the alleyway. He returned her smile.
“You sure you still want to do this? I am kicking your ass, Bonasera.”
“Oh, Flack, I am not defeated yet. I just managed to find my groove. I’m ready to bowl now.”
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I read all 4 of them, and was pleased with them all. Good interpretation and well written. :-)
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there's more flackstella stuff in there somewhere. if you're interested.
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