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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-10-27 06:15 pm
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Danny/Maka - Nice Boy
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Title: Nice Boy
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Rating: FRT
Pairing: Danny Messer/Kaile Maka
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25_foods Prompt: 015. Lemon
goficyourself Prompt: photograph
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Danny is unexpectedly forced to meet Kaile's mother.
Author's Note: I saw "photograph" forgoficyourself, and Maka was the first person that came to mind, for some reason. I figured Danny would make this a lot more fun, so he's the one I wrote about.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original cahracters are mine, and should not be used without my permisson.
Kaile had completely forgotten she had left it on the table.
Usually when her parents come to town, she hides everything obvious about her life. Her side arm and badge, any alcohol she may have in the house, pictures of any friends that she knew they might not necessarily approve of. It all disappeared into a drawer or a closet, somewhere out of reach where she knew they, her mother especially, wouldn’t look. But that picture she had forgotten, and she didn’t even realize it until her mother picked up the picture from the table.
“Who’s this boy?” Lane Maka said, a slight accent still on her voice. Kaile spun around in shock and when she saw the photograph she was looking at, blushed slightly before looking away. It was of her and Danny at Sullivan’s. Flack or someone had taken it one time, when they were all together, and when they had gotten it developed had given her a copy. His arm was around her shoulder and they were toasting someone at the other end of the table.
“No one, Mama,” she lied softly, “Just a friend.”
Her mother gave her a skeptical look, before studying the picture some more, “You drink too much. You should drink less, maybe you’ll find a nice Chinese boy.”
“Sure, Mama,” she nodded, before turning back to the food she was supposed to be preparing. She knew her parents, coming from a traditional Chinese family, wouldn’t exactly be the biggest supporters of her dating Danny. She could already hear her mother’s voice in her head of what she’d say if she ever actually met him.
He’s nice boy, Kaile, but he’s not a good match for you. I’ll introduce you to this nice Chinese boy, who lives not to far from me. Good family, good school. He is an engineer. Makes good money.”
Besides, it hadn’t been decided if this thing between her and Danny was actually serious yet, so she didn’t want to have her mother walk all over the relationship. Kaile wanted to see if it was going somewhere first.
“This boy in the picture?” Kaile’s mother continued, pushing her glasses up on her nose.
“What about him?”
“He a nice boy?”
“He can be,” she admitted honestly. Better than most of the men I work with.
“What’s his name?”
“Danny Messer, Mama.”
“Danny Messer,” Lane repeated softly, before nodding and finally placing the picture back down on the table, “It’s nice that you have some pictures of your friends around. There never seems to be any evidence that you have a life.”
“I’m just busy,” Kaile replied, “I don’t really have time to decorate.” They both looked up as the doorbell rang.
“That’s probably your father,” Lane replied, “I’ll get it.” Kaile didn’t think anything of it until she heard the conversation begin.
“Hi, I’m looking for Kaile.”
Oh, no. What’s he doing here?
“She’s in the kitchen. Come on in.”
Danny’s face appeared in the doorway looking supremely uncomfortable, and saying ‘I’m sorry’ all at the same time.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi,” she replied, the conversation getting more awkward with each second that passed.
“Just--wondering what you were doing,” he said with a shrug, “But I guess you’re busy. So I’ll just--go--”
“Wait,” Lane stopped him, “If you’re not doing anything, why don’t you have dinner with us?”
Kaile didn’t miss the mischievous look on her mother’s face for a second. “I’m sure that Danny has better things to do. Probably has to go hang out with Flack, right?” She shot a meaningful look in Danny’s direction that he didn’t quite pick up on right away.
“Actually Flack’s hanging out with Lindsay tonight--”
“Right?”
“--But I was talking to Hawkes and Stella, and they said that they were going to go drop by Sullivan’s, so I was just wondering if you wanted to come along. No big deal though. I’ll just go and leave you to your dinner.” He gave them both one last smile, before backing his way out of the kitchen, “See you on Monday.”
“I’ll walk you to the door,” she replied with a smile, before practically pushing him ahead of her, and shutting the front door behind them, “What are you doing here?” she seethed through gritted teeth.
“I forgot about your mom being here,” he said, blushing slightly, “I’m sorry. I thought you might want to go out tonight.”
“I’m screwed, you know that,” she said, “I told her you were just a friend.”
“Did I do anything in there to indicate my intentions were more than friendly?”
“Do friends just randomly show up at their friend’s apartments without calling first?”
He paused for a second, “You’ve got a point there.”
“I’ll see you later, alright,” she sighed, before giving him a quick kiss.
“Alright,” he sighed, before disappearing down the hallway. She went back inside and spotted her mother squeezing a set of lemons.
“You didn’t have to do that, Mama,” she sighed, moving over to help.
“That’s alright,” Lane replied, “It needed to be done, and I wanted to give you a chance to talk to your boyfriend.”
Kaile gave her mother a look, “He’s not my boyfriend, Mama.”
Her mother returned the look with one of her own, “He has to be your boyfriend, Kaile. Not many other men would be nice enough to lie for you.”
Kaile blushed, “Was he that obvious?”
“He’s a worse liar than you,” she put the lemon rind down, and turned to her daughter, “You know, you don’t have to lie to me, Kaile. I don’t mind you having boyfriends.”
“I just don’t want you asking about him when I don’t know if it’s that serious yet,” Kaile replied, picking up the lemon rind, and taking over from her mother.
“Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter,” Lane said placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulder, “As long as he treats you well.”
“He does.”
Lane gave her a smile and squeezed her shoulder. “Good.”
Title: Nice Boy
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Danny Messer/Kaile Maka
25_foods Prompt: 015. Lemon goficyourself Prompt: photographContent Warning: N/A
Summary: Danny is unexpectedly forced to meet Kaile's mother.
Author's Note: I saw "photograph" for
goficyourself, and Maka was the first person that came to mind, for some reason. I figured Danny would make this a lot more fun, so he's the one I wrote about.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original cahracters are mine, and should not be used without my permisson.
Kaile had completely forgotten she had left it on the table.
Usually when her parents come to town, she hides everything obvious about her life. Her side arm and badge, any alcohol she may have in the house, pictures of any friends that she knew they might not necessarily approve of. It all disappeared into a drawer or a closet, somewhere out of reach where she knew they, her mother especially, wouldn’t look. But that picture she had forgotten, and she didn’t even realize it until her mother picked up the picture from the table.
“Who’s this boy?” Lane Maka said, a slight accent still on her voice. Kaile spun around in shock and when she saw the photograph she was looking at, blushed slightly before looking away. It was of her and Danny at Sullivan’s. Flack or someone had taken it one time, when they were all together, and when they had gotten it developed had given her a copy. His arm was around her shoulder and they were toasting someone at the other end of the table.
“No one, Mama,” she lied softly, “Just a friend.”
Her mother gave her a skeptical look, before studying the picture some more, “You drink too much. You should drink less, maybe you’ll find a nice Chinese boy.”
“Sure, Mama,” she nodded, before turning back to the food she was supposed to be preparing. She knew her parents, coming from a traditional Chinese family, wouldn’t exactly be the biggest supporters of her dating Danny. She could already hear her mother’s voice in her head of what she’d say if she ever actually met him.
He’s nice boy, Kaile, but he’s not a good match for you. I’ll introduce you to this nice Chinese boy, who lives not to far from me. Good family, good school. He is an engineer. Makes good money.”
Besides, it hadn’t been decided if this thing between her and Danny was actually serious yet, so she didn’t want to have her mother walk all over the relationship. Kaile wanted to see if it was going somewhere first.
“This boy in the picture?” Kaile’s mother continued, pushing her glasses up on her nose.
“What about him?”
“He a nice boy?”
“He can be,” she admitted honestly. Better than most of the men I work with.
“What’s his name?”
“Danny Messer, Mama.”
“Danny Messer,” Lane repeated softly, before nodding and finally placing the picture back down on the table, “It’s nice that you have some pictures of your friends around. There never seems to be any evidence that you have a life.”
“I’m just busy,” Kaile replied, “I don’t really have time to decorate.” They both looked up as the doorbell rang.
“That’s probably your father,” Lane replied, “I’ll get it.” Kaile didn’t think anything of it until she heard the conversation begin.
“Hi, I’m looking for Kaile.”
Oh, no. What’s he doing here?
“She’s in the kitchen. Come on in.”
Danny’s face appeared in the doorway looking supremely uncomfortable, and saying ‘I’m sorry’ all at the same time.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi,” she replied, the conversation getting more awkward with each second that passed.
“Just--wondering what you were doing,” he said with a shrug, “But I guess you’re busy. So I’ll just--go--”
“Wait,” Lane stopped him, “If you’re not doing anything, why don’t you have dinner with us?”
Kaile didn’t miss the mischievous look on her mother’s face for a second. “I’m sure that Danny has better things to do. Probably has to go hang out with Flack, right?” She shot a meaningful look in Danny’s direction that he didn’t quite pick up on right away.
“Actually Flack’s hanging out with Lindsay tonight--”
“Right?”
“--But I was talking to Hawkes and Stella, and they said that they were going to go drop by Sullivan’s, so I was just wondering if you wanted to come along. No big deal though. I’ll just go and leave you to your dinner.” He gave them both one last smile, before backing his way out of the kitchen, “See you on Monday.”
“I’ll walk you to the door,” she replied with a smile, before practically pushing him ahead of her, and shutting the front door behind them, “What are you doing here?” she seethed through gritted teeth.
“I forgot about your mom being here,” he said, blushing slightly, “I’m sorry. I thought you might want to go out tonight.”
“I’m screwed, you know that,” she said, “I told her you were just a friend.”
“Did I do anything in there to indicate my intentions were more than friendly?”
“Do friends just randomly show up at their friend’s apartments without calling first?”
He paused for a second, “You’ve got a point there.”
“I’ll see you later, alright,” she sighed, before giving him a quick kiss.
“Alright,” he sighed, before disappearing down the hallway. She went back inside and spotted her mother squeezing a set of lemons.
“You didn’t have to do that, Mama,” she sighed, moving over to help.
“That’s alright,” Lane replied, “It needed to be done, and I wanted to give you a chance to talk to your boyfriend.”
Kaile gave her mother a look, “He’s not my boyfriend, Mama.”
Her mother returned the look with one of her own, “He has to be your boyfriend, Kaile. Not many other men would be nice enough to lie for you.”
Kaile blushed, “Was he that obvious?”
“He’s a worse liar than you,” she put the lemon rind down, and turned to her daughter, “You know, you don’t have to lie to me, Kaile. I don’t mind you having boyfriends.”
“I just don’t want you asking about him when I don’t know if it’s that serious yet,” Kaile replied, picking up the lemon rind, and taking over from her mother.
“Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter,” Lane said placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulder, “As long as he treats you well.”
“He does.”
Lane gave her a smile and squeezed her shoulder. “Good.”