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Flack - Don
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Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Don
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Character: Don Flack
Prompt: Theme Set Alpha for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1character
Content Warning: Spoilers through "Charge of this Post."
Summary: Fifty moments where they called him something other than "Flack."
Author's Note: There are mentions of original characters, and mentions of Flack's childhood and family that I created myself. I never realized how hard it was to write fifty sentences without calling him Flack.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
Speak
“Well answer the question, Donald,” the teacher said and six year-old Don can only stare back at him; suddenly unsure of how to speak, but very sure of the decision that he really didn’t like school.
Touch
A groan escaped Calleigh’s lips as she felt his hands come down against her shoulders, his firm touch massaging the tension away, “Don, how do you know what I need?”
Memory
“I swear, Donnie, I don’t know how I find anything when you’re not here,” Rosa said to her son after he managed to locate her reading glasses that she had misplaced yet again, “What do I do without my memory?”
Vanilla
“Chocolate or vanilla, it’s not that hard, Yonkers,” Angie said with a roll of her eyes as he studied the two cakes in front of him, “It’s not like someone’s going to die if you choose the wrong one.”
Chocolate
“The way to a girl’s heart is always through chocolate, Donnie,” his Uncle Sammy said to him when he was seven years-old, too young to really be interested in winning the way to any girl’s heart, “Don’t you ever forget it.”
Ways and Means
“Thank you, Don,” Lilly’s voice came out in a hushed whisper as he told her that if he had the ways and means to bring Danny back he would.
Belief
“You know, you like to believe that you’re Superman,” Lindsay shook her head as she handed Don the icepack for him to place on his shoulder, and he grumbled as he laid his head in her lap, “But Superman doesn’t always win.”
Linger
“Let him stay, Rosa,” Diane said as the two women watched eight year-old Don lingering at baby Evelyn’s crib, “I don’t mind if Donnie wants to protect her.”
Illuminance
“Don is a lucky guy,” Whit commented when he saw the way Kaile’s face lit up when they were together, “I hope he realizes it.”
Ornament
“Donald Anthony Flack Junior,” three year-old Don heard his father’s gruff voice bark as he hid under his bed, knowing that he had found the shattered remains of the Christmas ornament he had just broke.
Coup de foudre
“Donnie, you think it can see us in here?” five year-old Evelyn whispers to thirteen year-old Don as they stare out at the lightening streaking across the living room windows, and he shakes his head, letting her bury in closer to him when a particularly loud bout of thunder rips through the empty house; silently he wonders how she’s the only Flack who’s scared of thunderstorms.
Archway
“Hey Yonkers,” Angie said with a grin from under the archway after her wedding as he wrapped her in a hug, “Never thought this would happen huh?”
Fate
“Fate’s funny that way, huh Don?” Lilly said to him as they sat at the holiday party, watching the people they hadn’t seen in years mull around them, “Never quite ends up giving you everything you want.
Pulse
“Don,” Eva murmured, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat beneath her as she straddled him, “This is where I want to be.”
Envelope
When he saw Don etched across the front of the envelope left on his desk instead of his last name, he knew who it was from without even having to see who signed it.
Cold
“It’s cold,” Calleigh complained, watching the slushy rain pound down outside the windows of his apartment, and when he gave her a skeptical look, she placed her hands on her hips, “Don, it should be illegal to go outside when it’s this cold.”
Need
“I don’t need a babysitter!” eight year-old Evelyn shrieked as sixteen year-old Don threw her over his shoulder, fireman-style, and listened to her continued protests as they walked into the kitchen, “Donnie, put me down!”
Drunk
“We should do this more often,” Kaile said as she swayed against him, “Getting drunk I mean. You’re not to bad to hang around with, Donnie.”
Mask
He put on a mask of amusement the first time the captain called him “Junior,” but he didn’t realize the captain would keep calling him it long after his father had retired.
Rose
Eva couldn’t help but smile when she saw the roses from Don sitting on the desk, but Will couldn’t help but throw in a barb of his own, “Another gift from the night in shining armor?”
Two
“My two favorite homicide detectives,” Danny said as he came up on Don and Kaile in the bullpen, “Just the people I was looking to see.
Fresh
“My favorite stomach,” Gino’s thick Italian accent echoed through the deli as Don walked in, “I’ve got some fresh baked rolls, just for you.”
Bribe
“If you want to get that one on your side, Montana, you have to bribe him,” Danny explained Lindsay when she met Don for the first time, “Usually some kind of food; the man is a bottomless pit, and a connoisseur.”
Error
“You’ve made a critical error there, Donald,” Mrs. Marrionetti explained, the one teacher he was sure hated him, and he was braced for her to rip him a new one when he saw the smartest and quietest girl in the class open her mouth in protest, prepared to tell the woman he didn’t.
Appetite
“You’re a garbage disposal, I swear,” fourteen year-old Maria told him, watching him down a plate of his mother’s stuffed shells he had just gotten out of the fridge, “How in hell do you eat that much?”
Refrain
“So I’m your boyfriend now?” Don said to Kaile as the refrain of the song picked up again, and all she did was give him a quick kiss and pull him against her.
Family
Eva would have never considered Don a family man, but when she saw the smile that crossed his face when he saw Haley, she knew she was going to seriously have to rethink it.
Grieve
Chelsea never thought that Don would be the one she would turn to in her grief, but she was very glad to call him her friend when the moment came.
Vapor
He could smell the soft vapors of her perfume as she kissed him, and he was so glad that Lindsay came back from Montana calling him Don, and not by his surname.
Tea
“He’s gonna be a heartbreaker, Rosa” Ida Kellner said as she sat down to tea with Rosa, three year-old Don pretending to be exploding some imaginary town or other, “With eyes like that, girls are going to be crying over him before you know it.”
Medicine
“C’mon Donnie,” Rosa whispered, rubbing five year-old Don’s back as he coughed violently, a spoon and cough medicine in one hand, “It’ll make ya feel better, promise.”
Moth
“It’s just a moth,” Eva teased when Don jumped at the buzz of moth’s wings against the screen window, “Scaredy cat.”
Perfect
“You’re such a perfectionist, you know that?” seventeen year-old Danielle Harpo commented when she was helping him in math, watching him do the same problem over and over again until he got it perfectly right, just the way the teacher told him he was supposed to.
Rope
Nine year-old Maria’s eyes widened when she saw that Don’s wrist had taken a somewhat unnatural angle after he had slipped and fallen off the rope swing in her backyard, and she took off running for the back door: “Ma! I think Donnie broke his arm!”
Wind
“I never took you for a beach bum,” Calleigh said with a the warm saltwater wind whipped around them, leaning into his shoulder.
Crossroads
“Why do things have to change, Don?” Danny asked as Don poured him another shot, “Why can’t me and Sofia just go on hating each other and stay that way?”
Summer
Don enjoyed going down to Miami to see Calleigh, always having preferred summer to winter, but he couldn’t stand it that even though they had been seeing each other for a year now, people at the lab still referred to him as Calleigh’s detective boyfriend.
Candy
“Hands up and give me the candy,” five year-old western outlaw Donnie the Kid said as he jumped into the room at his mother with an open pillowcase between his hands, waiting for some of the Kit-Kats sitting in the bowl for the other trick-or-treaters.
Photograph
Lilly wasn’t sure why he kept the photo of him and Kaile around, but eventually she figured he always liked being called the guy who’s with Kaile Maka.
Spoon
Don didn’t mind being Lindsay’s pillow, as long as dispatch didn’t wind up calling, and he would be forced to detangle himself from her and go out to a scene.
Forest
“You guys are a bunch of superstitious wimps,” Danny shouted back to Don and Lilly when they both stopped on the edge of forests of the Pine Barrens, while they one continued to insist in the existence of the Jersey Devil.
Mirror
“Keep your eyes to yourself, Yonkers,” Angie chided when she caught him glancing at her through the mirror, “I wouldn’t want Calleigh to wind up shooting you.”
Smoke
He could hear Mac calling his name over the smoke—at least it’s what he thought was his name, he couldn’t really tell, he wasn’t really sure—but it was something, and it definitely wasn’t his last name either.
Shine
There were very few times where Don was more eager to say that he was with Eva rather than she was with him, but one of them was when she absolutely shone on stage, and everyone wanted to recognize her for it.
Balloon
“Hey Don-ie,” Haley said, rocking back and forth on her heels as she took her older cousin’s hand, “Will you buy me a bal-loon?”
Vine
“C’mon chicken,” Jerry Masterson said as he and his friends stares up at the vine-covered fence in front of them, “Or are you too afraid your dad’s gonna catch ya?”
Butterfly
“What’s that one?” seven year-old Evelyn asked, pointing to the butterfly on the windowsill, and when he told her he didn’t know, she followed it by asking what kind of boy she was: “You’re supposed to be the bug guy, gosh!”
Gloves
“Peyton, you really gotta stop calling me Detective,” he said as he snapped the gloves over his hands, “Only the witnesses should be doing that.”
Venom
There was so much venom in the way that she said Don, that he found himself wishing that she had never started calling him it in the first place.
Remain
All he really wanted was for Lindsay to stay, and for her to keep calling him her man, even though he knew how he felt wasn’t going to have much bearing anyway.
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Don
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Character: Don Flack
Prompt: Theme Set Alpha for
1characterContent Warning: Spoilers through "Charge of this Post."
Summary: Fifty moments where they called him something other than "Flack."
Author's Note: There are mentions of original characters, and mentions of Flack's childhood and family that I created myself. I never realized how hard it was to write fifty sentences without calling him Flack.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
“Well answer the question, Donald,” the teacher said and six year-old Don can only stare back at him; suddenly unsure of how to speak, but very sure of the decision that he really didn’t like school.
A groan escaped Calleigh’s lips as she felt his hands come down against her shoulders, his firm touch massaging the tension away, “Don, how do you know what I need?”
“I swear, Donnie, I don’t know how I find anything when you’re not here,” Rosa said to her son after he managed to locate her reading glasses that she had misplaced yet again, “What do I do without my memory?”
“Chocolate or vanilla, it’s not that hard, Yonkers,” Angie said with a roll of her eyes as he studied the two cakes in front of him, “It’s not like someone’s going to die if you choose the wrong one.”
“The way to a girl’s heart is always through chocolate, Donnie,” his Uncle Sammy said to him when he was seven years-old, too young to really be interested in winning the way to any girl’s heart, “Don’t you ever forget it.”
“Thank you, Don,” Lilly’s voice came out in a hushed whisper as he told her that if he had the ways and means to bring Danny back he would.
“You know, you like to believe that you’re Superman,” Lindsay shook her head as she handed Don the icepack for him to place on his shoulder, and he grumbled as he laid his head in her lap, “But Superman doesn’t always win.”
“Let him stay, Rosa,” Diane said as the two women watched eight year-old Don lingering at baby Evelyn’s crib, “I don’t mind if Donnie wants to protect her.”
“Don is a lucky guy,” Whit commented when he saw the way Kaile’s face lit up when they were together, “I hope he realizes it.”
“Donald Anthony Flack Junior,” three year-old Don heard his father’s gruff voice bark as he hid under his bed, knowing that he had found the shattered remains of the Christmas ornament he had just broke.
“Donnie, you think it can see us in here?” five year-old Evelyn whispers to thirteen year-old Don as they stare out at the lightening streaking across the living room windows, and he shakes his head, letting her bury in closer to him when a particularly loud bout of thunder rips through the empty house; silently he wonders how she’s the only Flack who’s scared of thunderstorms.
“Hey Yonkers,” Angie said with a grin from under the archway after her wedding as he wrapped her in a hug, “Never thought this would happen huh?”
“Fate’s funny that way, huh Don?” Lilly said to him as they sat at the holiday party, watching the people they hadn’t seen in years mull around them, “Never quite ends up giving you everything you want.
“Don,” Eva murmured, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat beneath her as she straddled him, “This is where I want to be.”
When he saw Don etched across the front of the envelope left on his desk instead of his last name, he knew who it was from without even having to see who signed it.
“It’s cold,” Calleigh complained, watching the slushy rain pound down outside the windows of his apartment, and when he gave her a skeptical look, she placed her hands on her hips, “Don, it should be illegal to go outside when it’s this cold.”
“I don’t need a babysitter!” eight year-old Evelyn shrieked as sixteen year-old Don threw her over his shoulder, fireman-style, and listened to her continued protests as they walked into the kitchen, “Donnie, put me down!”
“We should do this more often,” Kaile said as she swayed against him, “Getting drunk I mean. You’re not to bad to hang around with, Donnie.”
He put on a mask of amusement the first time the captain called him “Junior,” but he didn’t realize the captain would keep calling him it long after his father had retired.
Eva couldn’t help but smile when she saw the roses from Don sitting on the desk, but Will couldn’t help but throw in a barb of his own, “Another gift from the night in shining armor?”
“My two favorite homicide detectives,” Danny said as he came up on Don and Kaile in the bullpen, “Just the people I was looking to see.
“My favorite stomach,” Gino’s thick Italian accent echoed through the deli as Don walked in, “I’ve got some fresh baked rolls, just for you.”
“If you want to get that one on your side, Montana, you have to bribe him,” Danny explained Lindsay when she met Don for the first time, “Usually some kind of food; the man is a bottomless pit, and a connoisseur.”
“You’ve made a critical error there, Donald,” Mrs. Marrionetti explained, the one teacher he was sure hated him, and he was braced for her to rip him a new one when he saw the smartest and quietest girl in the class open her mouth in protest, prepared to tell the woman he didn’t.
“You’re a garbage disposal, I swear,” fourteen year-old Maria told him, watching him down a plate of his mother’s stuffed shells he had just gotten out of the fridge, “How in hell do you eat that much?”
“So I’m your boyfriend now?” Don said to Kaile as the refrain of the song picked up again, and all she did was give him a quick kiss and pull him against her.
Eva would have never considered Don a family man, but when she saw the smile that crossed his face when he saw Haley, she knew she was going to seriously have to rethink it.
Chelsea never thought that Don would be the one she would turn to in her grief, but she was very glad to call him her friend when the moment came.
He could smell the soft vapors of her perfume as she kissed him, and he was so glad that Lindsay came back from Montana calling him Don, and not by his surname.
“He’s gonna be a heartbreaker, Rosa” Ida Kellner said as she sat down to tea with Rosa, three year-old Don pretending to be exploding some imaginary town or other, “With eyes like that, girls are going to be crying over him before you know it.”
“C’mon Donnie,” Rosa whispered, rubbing five year-old Don’s back as he coughed violently, a spoon and cough medicine in one hand, “It’ll make ya feel better, promise.”
“It’s just a moth,” Eva teased when Don jumped at the buzz of moth’s wings against the screen window, “Scaredy cat.”
“You’re such a perfectionist, you know that?” seventeen year-old Danielle Harpo commented when she was helping him in math, watching him do the same problem over and over again until he got it perfectly right, just the way the teacher told him he was supposed to.
Nine year-old Maria’s eyes widened when she saw that Don’s wrist had taken a somewhat unnatural angle after he had slipped and fallen off the rope swing in her backyard, and she took off running for the back door: “Ma! I think Donnie broke his arm!”
“I never took you for a beach bum,” Calleigh said with a the warm saltwater wind whipped around them, leaning into his shoulder.
“Why do things have to change, Don?” Danny asked as Don poured him another shot, “Why can’t me and Sofia just go on hating each other and stay that way?”
Don enjoyed going down to Miami to see Calleigh, always having preferred summer to winter, but he couldn’t stand it that even though they had been seeing each other for a year now, people at the lab still referred to him as Calleigh’s detective boyfriend.
“Hands up and give me the candy,” five year-old western outlaw Donnie the Kid said as he jumped into the room at his mother with an open pillowcase between his hands, waiting for some of the Kit-Kats sitting in the bowl for the other trick-or-treaters.
Lilly wasn’t sure why he kept the photo of him and Kaile around, but eventually she figured he always liked being called the guy who’s with Kaile Maka.
Don didn’t mind being Lindsay’s pillow, as long as dispatch didn’t wind up calling, and he would be forced to detangle himself from her and go out to a scene.
“You guys are a bunch of superstitious wimps,” Danny shouted back to Don and Lilly when they both stopped on the edge of forests of the Pine Barrens, while they one continued to insist in the existence of the Jersey Devil.
“Keep your eyes to yourself, Yonkers,” Angie chided when she caught him glancing at her through the mirror, “I wouldn’t want Calleigh to wind up shooting you.”
He could hear Mac calling his name over the smoke—at least it’s what he thought was his name, he couldn’t really tell, he wasn’t really sure—but it was something, and it definitely wasn’t his last name either.
There were very few times where Don was more eager to say that he was with Eva rather than she was with him, but one of them was when she absolutely shone on stage, and everyone wanted to recognize her for it.
“Hey Don-ie,” Haley said, rocking back and forth on her heels as she took her older cousin’s hand, “Will you buy me a bal-loon?”
“C’mon chicken,” Jerry Masterson said as he and his friends stares up at the vine-covered fence in front of them, “Or are you too afraid your dad’s gonna catch ya?”
“What’s that one?” seven year-old Evelyn asked, pointing to the butterfly on the windowsill, and when he told her he didn’t know, she followed it by asking what kind of boy she was: “You’re supposed to be the bug guy, gosh!”
“Peyton, you really gotta stop calling me Detective,” he said as he snapped the gloves over his hands, “Only the witnesses should be doing that.”
There was so much venom in the way that she said Don, that he found himself wishing that she had never started calling him it in the first place.
All he really wanted was for Lindsay to stay, and for her to keep calling him her man, even though he knew how he felt wasn’t going to have much bearing anyway.
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