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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-07 05:07 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-07 05:07 pm
Danny/Lindsay - Beautiful Disaster
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Beautiful Disaster
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Danny Messer/Lindsay Monroe
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15pairings Prompt: sharp rocks at the bottom
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: And if I just hold on / through the tears and the laughter / would it be beautiful / or just a beautiful disaster
Author's Note: I heard this song today, and it was like oh, wow that's Danny. So natuarally a fic had to be written about it. And i picked Danny/Lindsay because that was where I saw it the most. I guess.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. I also do not own the lyrics to "Beautiful Disaster" by Kelly Clarkson.
He’s soft to the touch
But afraid at the end he breaks
He’s never enough
And still leaves more than I can take
- “Beautiful Disaster” – Kelly Clarkson
Lindsay didn’t know what she was doing.
All she could think that this was Danny Messer. Danny Messer was pulling her into his arms and holding her close. The fact that he wanted her this close spoke volumes, but she could hear the logical, reasonable part of her brain screaming at her, telling her to back away slowly, but she couldn’t. She knew that Danny was an emotional ticking time bomb. She knew that he was so close to breaking, she knew that he was a disaster waiting to happen, and that if she got to close and actually touched him he would just fall apart under her hands.
But she was touching him now, and he wasn’t falling apart. He wasn’t fragile and delicate like she had expected him to be. He was warm. He was soft skin over strong muscle and not cold like she had expected. She had thought that he would have been stiff, faced too many emotional breakdowns to still have that human warmth to him. To still open himself up like that. But here was the proof, right in front of her. He was human after all. Gotta follow the evidence, she smirked to herself, looking up when she felt his hands cup her face, her eyes meeting his.
“Linds,” he sighed, “Would you say something? Please?”
She swallowed hard, unsure of what to tell him, “I don’t know, Danny.”
Because she knew she wasn’t sure. She was looking at him and he was just so damn beautiful. She had always thought the idea of a beautiful disaster was either a non-existent oxymoron or an overused cliché that had lost it’s meaning, but that had been before she had met Danny. The man himself challenged all logical thought and made it seem as though even the most ridiculous idea, if presented by him with enough charge and conviction, was the most brilliant idea she had ever heard. He was hot headed, impulsive, emotional, and the last thing in the world she needed right now, yet he could be everything she ever needed. And that was where the dilemma lay. She could walk away, and pretend that nothing was supposed to ever happen between them, and just move on.
Or she could give in and be the happiest she had probably been in a long time.
Or she could give in, and everything could fall apart.
It all was a matter of whether she was willing to take that risk. This wasn’t the nice, soft, cushiony landing that had come with falling for some guys in the past. This was a steep precipice with jagged rocks at the bottom, and there wasn’t much she could do to change that. She had to put a whole lot of trust in Danny Messer, and she wasn’t sure how willing she was to do that. She wanted to try and make it out of this relatively unscathed.
But then again, she wasn’t sure she could do that and fully love him. She knew better than most that if you can’t embrace your lover for who they were, you would never be able to love them. It was only a matter of time before they realized that you weren’t accepting them, and went to walk away for someone who was more willing to just let go. She knew she wasn’t going to get through a relationship with Danny without getting her heart broken and she had to decide if that was a risk she was willing to take.
“I’m trying here,” he said, staring her dead in the eye as he did it, forcing her to take in everything he was saying, no matter how much it hurt for her to hear it, “This is how I want it to be. You and me. And I’m gonna work as hard as I can to make this work, but I can’t do it if you’re not willing to work too.”
She hated it when she did that. When he just stared her in the eye like that. She felt so naked, so exposed, and he usually said the exact thing that was going through her mind. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had been able to read her mind like that, and most of the time it was more than she could handle, and she didn’t know whether or not she wanted to.
Then sometimes it wouldn’t be enough. Sometimes he would just leave her hanging, practically begging for more, and she didn’t know if he even realized it. It were those moments she craved the most, the idea that he could give her more, and that he was holding back because he knew she liked it. Knew she liked being teased by the idea that there was still something more. And she knew that was the biggest reason why she knew that possibly falling a little too hard and a little too fast towards those sharp rocks might just be worth it.
“I know,” she whispered, “This isn’t necessarily the easiest decision in the world.”
“I know,” he murmured, looking away from her, “I know.” He was suddenly closer than she had even realized, but it didn’t feel intrusive. It felt comfortable, and warm, and she knew, more than ever, that this was where she wanted to be.
“But I want this,” she said, fingers finding their way under his chin so that he was looking at her again, “I do.”
The smile that crossed his face and the way that she felt his grip tighten around her sent her to cloud nine. She knew that at that particular moment in time, there was nowhere else she’d rather be. And she also knew that there was a very strong chance that this could end in a giant, massive disaster.
But it would at least be a beautiful one.
Title: Beautiful Disaster
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Danny Messer/Lindsay Monroe
15pairings Prompt: sharp rocks at the bottomContent Warning: N/A
Summary: And if I just hold on / through the tears and the laughter / would it be beautiful / or just a beautiful disaster
Author's Note: I heard this song today, and it was like oh, wow that's Danny. So natuarally a fic had to be written about it. And i picked Danny/Lindsay because that was where I saw it the most. I guess.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. I also do not own the lyrics to "Beautiful Disaster" by Kelly Clarkson.
He’s soft to the touch
But afraid at the end he breaks
He’s never enough
And still leaves more than I can take
- “Beautiful Disaster” – Kelly Clarkson
Lindsay didn’t know what she was doing.
All she could think that this was Danny Messer. Danny Messer was pulling her into his arms and holding her close. The fact that he wanted her this close spoke volumes, but she could hear the logical, reasonable part of her brain screaming at her, telling her to back away slowly, but she couldn’t. She knew that Danny was an emotional ticking time bomb. She knew that he was so close to breaking, she knew that he was a disaster waiting to happen, and that if she got to close and actually touched him he would just fall apart under her hands.
But she was touching him now, and he wasn’t falling apart. He wasn’t fragile and delicate like she had expected him to be. He was warm. He was soft skin over strong muscle and not cold like she had expected. She had thought that he would have been stiff, faced too many emotional breakdowns to still have that human warmth to him. To still open himself up like that. But here was the proof, right in front of her. He was human after all. Gotta follow the evidence, she smirked to herself, looking up when she felt his hands cup her face, her eyes meeting his.
“Linds,” he sighed, “Would you say something? Please?”
She swallowed hard, unsure of what to tell him, “I don’t know, Danny.”
Because she knew she wasn’t sure. She was looking at him and he was just so damn beautiful. She had always thought the idea of a beautiful disaster was either a non-existent oxymoron or an overused cliché that had lost it’s meaning, but that had been before she had met Danny. The man himself challenged all logical thought and made it seem as though even the most ridiculous idea, if presented by him with enough charge and conviction, was the most brilliant idea she had ever heard. He was hot headed, impulsive, emotional, and the last thing in the world she needed right now, yet he could be everything she ever needed. And that was where the dilemma lay. She could walk away, and pretend that nothing was supposed to ever happen between them, and just move on.
Or she could give in and be the happiest she had probably been in a long time.
Or she could give in, and everything could fall apart.
It all was a matter of whether she was willing to take that risk. This wasn’t the nice, soft, cushiony landing that had come with falling for some guys in the past. This was a steep precipice with jagged rocks at the bottom, and there wasn’t much she could do to change that. She had to put a whole lot of trust in Danny Messer, and she wasn’t sure how willing she was to do that. She wanted to try and make it out of this relatively unscathed.
But then again, she wasn’t sure she could do that and fully love him. She knew better than most that if you can’t embrace your lover for who they were, you would never be able to love them. It was only a matter of time before they realized that you weren’t accepting them, and went to walk away for someone who was more willing to just let go. She knew she wasn’t going to get through a relationship with Danny without getting her heart broken and she had to decide if that was a risk she was willing to take.
“I’m trying here,” he said, staring her dead in the eye as he did it, forcing her to take in everything he was saying, no matter how much it hurt for her to hear it, “This is how I want it to be. You and me. And I’m gonna work as hard as I can to make this work, but I can’t do it if you’re not willing to work too.”
She hated it when she did that. When he just stared her in the eye like that. She felt so naked, so exposed, and he usually said the exact thing that was going through her mind. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had been able to read her mind like that, and most of the time it was more than she could handle, and she didn’t know whether or not she wanted to.
Then sometimes it wouldn’t be enough. Sometimes he would just leave her hanging, practically begging for more, and she didn’t know if he even realized it. It were those moments she craved the most, the idea that he could give her more, and that he was holding back because he knew she liked it. Knew she liked being teased by the idea that there was still something more. And she knew that was the biggest reason why she knew that possibly falling a little too hard and a little too fast towards those sharp rocks might just be worth it.
“I know,” she whispered, “This isn’t necessarily the easiest decision in the world.”
“I know,” he murmured, looking away from her, “I know.” He was suddenly closer than she had even realized, but it didn’t feel intrusive. It felt comfortable, and warm, and she knew, more than ever, that this was where she wanted to be.
“But I want this,” she said, fingers finding their way under his chin so that he was looking at her again, “I do.”
The smile that crossed his face and the way that she felt his grip tighten around her sent her to cloud nine. She knew that at that particular moment in time, there was nowhere else she’d rather be. And she also knew that there was a very strong chance that this could end in a giant, massive disaster.
But it would at least be a beautiful one.