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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-08-06 09:43 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-08-06 09:43 pm
Flack/Maka - Home
Title: Home
Author: Me!
Pairing: FlackMaka friendship with implied DL and a bit of onesided DannyMaka and FM.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Friends are always there to pick you up when you're down.
Author's Note: IT'S ALL RAGNA'S FAULT! (even though she didn't mean to.)
Another Author's Note: This is based of the prompt Kaile Maka / Don Flack, Jr. / spend the night, from Ragna's prompt generator. I went in there to find prompts for other pairings, and Maka and Flack just kept showing up on the screen. And then I saw this prompt, and I just couldn't get this outta my head. Plus, I had Ragna's earlier fic in my head which involved Don and Kaile, even thought she didn't intend for it to be shippy, I see ship whenever it comes to Flack. Thus, this fic, and why it's all Ragna's fault. :D
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did, there would be a lot more shirtless Flack.
He had never seen her like this. Ever. Not that he had seen much of her at all, them working a case together was a rare event. But they had seen each other in passing, and she had hung out with him and Danny a few times, seen her knock back a few drinks, but he’d never seen her absolutely, completely, plastered.
“Easy there, Maka,” he sighed as she stumbled into him again, having no sense of balance at all.
“Sorry, Flack,” she giggled, leaning up against the wall next to her doorway. The door was somewhat set back from the hallway, and she leaned against the inlet wall, and she glanced around somewhat confused, recognizing her surroundings but not how she got there. “How do you know where I live?”
Flack hesitated, unsure how her inebriated state was going to react to his answer. Because he somewhat knew the source of her pain. He just never expected her to react like this. But before he could say anything, she giggled softly. “Have you been stalking me, Donnie Flack?”
He grinned at the nickname. No one had called him that since high school. “No Kaile Maka, I’m not stalking you. Danny told me how to get here.”
“Oh,” she said, “Him.”
“Do you have keys?” he asked her, holding out his hand to her. She fumbled with her pockets before extracting a ring of keys from her pocket. He flipped through them, trying a couple before finding the one that opened her door. “Alright, time for bed.” He pulled her in front of him, and guided her through the door, his hands on her hips as he pushed her forward, step by step. He found the one that was most likely her bedroom, and led her inside, sitting her down on the edge of her bed. He then kneeled down, and started to help her out of her shoes.
“What she got, huh?” she asked as he unzipped her boots and placed them on the floor next to her bed.
“What’s who got?” Flack asked.
“Country Girl,” she slurred, “ ‘Mon-fuckin-tana. Lindsay. What’s she got?”
“I dunno,” Flack replied, wanting to have avoided this conversation all night. It had been a rough day, Maka had had a rough case, and walking in Danny and Lindsay in the breakroom had been what pushed her towards the drinks at the bar.
“I feel like getting really drunk,” she sighed, standing in the doorway of the locker room as she was getting ready to head home, “How bout you?”
“Case that bad?” he frowned.
“Something like that,” Maka replied, “So are you in or not?”
Flack’s first thought was to worry. She wasn’t looking good at all. But telling her that might have been grounds for something much worse, so he figured he might as well go with her and make sure she didn’t drink herself to death. She was his friend after all.
“Alright. I’m in.”
For not having worked together much, Flack has seen the way Danny would flirt with Maka. Lead her on. Flack actually thought the two of them were together at one point. Until Lindsay joined the team, that is.
Suddenly, it was as though Kaile had to fight to even get a friendly hello from Danny in the hallway. Lindsay seemed to get all of his focus and attention, and Maka was just kicked out to left field. An afterthought. As if Maka wasn’t going to feel it. As if she didn’t become attached to him. As if Danny hadn’t meant anything to her.
“Liar,” she teased him, a flirty smile on her lips, “I’ve seen the way you looked at her. You like her. So what makes her so special? She prettier? She smarter? Funnier?”
True, he liked Lindsay. He wouldn’t mind if they had had the kind of relationship she had with Danny. The blatant flirting and the nicknames, and the teasing. But they didn’t. He knew less about her than she probably did about him, and what she did know probably wasn’t that impressive. But still, Lindsay had nothing on Maka, as far as he was concerned.
“She’s got nothing you don’t, Maka,” he whispered, “Danny’s just an idiot.” He stood her up one last time, pulled back the covers on the bed, and laid her down, tucking her in to the bed.
“Night, Kaile,” he replied, starting to walk away, when she caught his wrist in her hand.
“Spend the night with me, Don?” she asked. There was no double meaning to it, the look on her face told him that. It was a completely innocent request. But he wasn’t sure that it was the greatest idea.
“I don’t know—” he began.
“No sex,” she replied, letting go of his wrist, and rolling over to pat the space in the bed next to her, “Just sleep here. Please?”
Flack was worried about her. And she was his friend. He wasn’t going to leave her alone until he knew she was going to be OK. He walked over to the other side of the bed, took off his shoes, and slid under the covers next to her. He put an arm over her waist and she rolled over into his embrace, head buried into his chest. She was his friend. No matter what, he was going to be there for her. Cuz that’s what friends do.
THE END
Author: Me!
Pairing: FlackMaka friendship with implied DL and a bit of onesided DannyMaka and FM.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Friends are always there to pick you up when you're down.
Author's Note: IT'S ALL RAGNA'S FAULT! (even though she didn't mean to.)
Another Author's Note: This is based of the prompt Kaile Maka / Don Flack, Jr. / spend the night, from Ragna's prompt generator. I went in there to find prompts for other pairings, and Maka and Flack just kept showing up on the screen. And then I saw this prompt, and I just couldn't get this outta my head. Plus, I had Ragna's earlier fic in my head which involved Don and Kaile, even thought she didn't intend for it to be shippy, I see ship whenever it comes to Flack. Thus, this fic, and why it's all Ragna's fault. :D
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did, there would be a lot more shirtless Flack.
He had never seen her like this. Ever. Not that he had seen much of her at all, them working a case together was a rare event. But they had seen each other in passing, and she had hung out with him and Danny a few times, seen her knock back a few drinks, but he’d never seen her absolutely, completely, plastered.
“Easy there, Maka,” he sighed as she stumbled into him again, having no sense of balance at all.
“Sorry, Flack,” she giggled, leaning up against the wall next to her doorway. The door was somewhat set back from the hallway, and she leaned against the inlet wall, and she glanced around somewhat confused, recognizing her surroundings but not how she got there. “How do you know where I live?”
Flack hesitated, unsure how her inebriated state was going to react to his answer. Because he somewhat knew the source of her pain. He just never expected her to react like this. But before he could say anything, she giggled softly. “Have you been stalking me, Donnie Flack?”
He grinned at the nickname. No one had called him that since high school. “No Kaile Maka, I’m not stalking you. Danny told me how to get here.”
“Oh,” she said, “Him.”
“Do you have keys?” he asked her, holding out his hand to her. She fumbled with her pockets before extracting a ring of keys from her pocket. He flipped through them, trying a couple before finding the one that opened her door. “Alright, time for bed.” He pulled her in front of him, and guided her through the door, his hands on her hips as he pushed her forward, step by step. He found the one that was most likely her bedroom, and led her inside, sitting her down on the edge of her bed. He then kneeled down, and started to help her out of her shoes.
“What she got, huh?” she asked as he unzipped her boots and placed them on the floor next to her bed.
“What’s who got?” Flack asked.
“Country Girl,” she slurred, “ ‘Mon-fuckin-tana. Lindsay. What’s she got?”
“I dunno,” Flack replied, wanting to have avoided this conversation all night. It had been a rough day, Maka had had a rough case, and walking in Danny and Lindsay in the breakroom had been what pushed her towards the drinks at the bar.
“I feel like getting really drunk,” she sighed, standing in the doorway of the locker room as she was getting ready to head home, “How bout you?”
“Case that bad?” he frowned.
“Something like that,” Maka replied, “So are you in or not?”
Flack’s first thought was to worry. She wasn’t looking good at all. But telling her that might have been grounds for something much worse, so he figured he might as well go with her and make sure she didn’t drink herself to death. She was his friend after all.
“Alright. I’m in.”
For not having worked together much, Flack has seen the way Danny would flirt with Maka. Lead her on. Flack actually thought the two of them were together at one point. Until Lindsay joined the team, that is.
Suddenly, it was as though Kaile had to fight to even get a friendly hello from Danny in the hallway. Lindsay seemed to get all of his focus and attention, and Maka was just kicked out to left field. An afterthought. As if Maka wasn’t going to feel it. As if she didn’t become attached to him. As if Danny hadn’t meant anything to her.
“Liar,” she teased him, a flirty smile on her lips, “I’ve seen the way you looked at her. You like her. So what makes her so special? She prettier? She smarter? Funnier?”
True, he liked Lindsay. He wouldn’t mind if they had had the kind of relationship she had with Danny. The blatant flirting and the nicknames, and the teasing. But they didn’t. He knew less about her than she probably did about him, and what she did know probably wasn’t that impressive. But still, Lindsay had nothing on Maka, as far as he was concerned.
“She’s got nothing you don’t, Maka,” he whispered, “Danny’s just an idiot.” He stood her up one last time, pulled back the covers on the bed, and laid her down, tucking her in to the bed.
“Night, Kaile,” he replied, starting to walk away, when she caught his wrist in her hand.
“Spend the night with me, Don?” she asked. There was no double meaning to it, the look on her face told him that. It was a completely innocent request. But he wasn’t sure that it was the greatest idea.
“I don’t know—” he began.
“No sex,” she replied, letting go of his wrist, and rolling over to pat the space in the bed next to her, “Just sleep here. Please?”
Flack was worried about her. And she was his friend. He wasn’t going to leave her alone until he knew she was going to be OK. He walked over to the other side of the bed, took off his shoes, and slid under the covers next to her. He put an arm over her waist and she rolled over into his embrace, head buried into his chest. She was his friend. No matter what, he was going to be there for her. Cuz that’s what friends do.