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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-08-19 10:14 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-08-19 10:14 am
Danny/Maka - Stay a While
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Stay a While
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRK
Pairing: Danny Messer/Kaile Maka
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25_foods Prompt: 005. Smoothie
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Despite being extremely out of it, her brain had recognized Danny above her, and recognized that he wasn’t a threat, or any form of potential harm, and that he was there to protect her. And somehow, it made her feel so much safer.
Author's Note: Also used the prompt Danny Messer / Kaile Maka / stay a while. I don't know the circumstances behind Maka's shooting, they never really go into that on the show. So I made it up.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny or Maka. They're owned by CBS.
“Maka! Easy there, just stay with me, alright?” The bright lights swirled above her as she lay on the ground. There was a strong pain her arm, and she could feel it bleeding, but everything else was kind of numb, and fuzzy. Hazy. Suddenly Danny’s face was swimming above her. There was noise and static and Danny’s voice was all she could really make out. “Kaile? Can you hear me, Kaile?”
She could feel his hands against her arm, and something wrapping around it. It wasn’t so much where she was shot, it’s the fact that she was shot that was making everything so distorted and crazy. Her body had gone into shock, and all she could do was try and follow Danny with her eyes, try to make sense of this detached feeling she had. “Look, the paramedics are gonna be here in a minute, just stay awake with me, alright. Talk to me, Kaile.”
“Danny, I—” she started, before her voice trailed off as she lost the words. She could feel somewhere, somewhere deep in the back of her mind that wasn’t feeling dazed and disoriented, a frustration that she couldn’t talk to him. That she couldn’t get out what she wanted to say.
“It’s OK,” Danny nodded, “Just wanted to see if you understood me, that’s all. They’ll be here soon alright, just calm down. They’ll be here soon—”
Kaile shook herself awake, cradling her injured arm softly as she sat up on the couch. It was the middle of the afternoon, and her meds had her out, again. However, it wasn’t the usual dreams that had been haunting her lately. The first few time she tried to sleep, all she could see was Paul Hopkins face and the vice grip of his arm around her as he dragged her back into the building, the cold steel of the gun against her temple as he took her away from the door, the looks of fear on Danny and Mac’s faces as she disappeared deeper into the warehouse where Hopkins had fortified himself.
The dream she had just woke up from had been slightly more pleasant than the ones she had had previously. Despite being extremely out of it, her brain had recognized Danny above her, and recognized that he wasn’t a threat, or any form of potential harm, and that he was there to protect her. And somehow, it made her feel so much safer.
A quick knock sounded on her door, and she got up to answer it, pulling it open with her good hand. She looked up into Danny’s smiling gaze, and she returned it. “Hey,” she sighed, “What are you doing here?”
“I heard you got out of the hospital,” Danny replied, holding up one of the smoothies he had in his hand, “And I thought I’d bring you something to celebrate.”
Her smile widened as she took the plastic cup from him, “Thanks. You didn’t have to.”
“Yeah, I know,” Danny replied, “But I like doing nice things for pretty girls.”
She laughed softly, before looking up at him again, “Flattery gets you no where, Messer.”
“Always worth a shot,” he sighed, with a shrug. He gestured to the elevator in her building, “If you don’t need anything else, I’m gonna go—”
“Actually, Danny,” she sighed, “You mind staying a while? Maybe watch a movie?”
He hesitated for a second, and she started up again, stumbling over her words as she tried to catch herself. “I mean, if you don’t have a scene to go to, or somewhere else to be, or something like that.”
“Nah, I’ll stay,” he replied, “I’ve got nowhere special to go.”
“Thanks,” she whispered, opening the door wider to let him in, “Flack’s probably gonna murder you.”
“Yeah, but for a pretty girl it’s worth it,” he grinned, and she shook her head as she shut the door.
“What did I tell you about flattery?”
Title: Stay a While
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRK
Pairing: Danny Messer/Kaile Maka
25_foods Prompt: 005. SmoothieContent Warning: N/A
Summary: Despite being extremely out of it, her brain had recognized Danny above her, and recognized that he wasn’t a threat, or any form of potential harm, and that he was there to protect her. And somehow, it made her feel so much safer.
Author's Note: Also used the prompt Danny Messer / Kaile Maka / stay a while. I don't know the circumstances behind Maka's shooting, they never really go into that on the show. So I made it up.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny or Maka. They're owned by CBS.
“Maka! Easy there, just stay with me, alright?” The bright lights swirled above her as she lay on the ground. There was a strong pain her arm, and she could feel it bleeding, but everything else was kind of numb, and fuzzy. Hazy. Suddenly Danny’s face was swimming above her. There was noise and static and Danny’s voice was all she could really make out. “Kaile? Can you hear me, Kaile?”
She could feel his hands against her arm, and something wrapping around it. It wasn’t so much where she was shot, it’s the fact that she was shot that was making everything so distorted and crazy. Her body had gone into shock, and all she could do was try and follow Danny with her eyes, try to make sense of this detached feeling she had. “Look, the paramedics are gonna be here in a minute, just stay awake with me, alright. Talk to me, Kaile.”
“Danny, I—” she started, before her voice trailed off as she lost the words. She could feel somewhere, somewhere deep in the back of her mind that wasn’t feeling dazed and disoriented, a frustration that she couldn’t talk to him. That she couldn’t get out what she wanted to say.
“It’s OK,” Danny nodded, “Just wanted to see if you understood me, that’s all. They’ll be here soon alright, just calm down. They’ll be here soon—”
Kaile shook herself awake, cradling her injured arm softly as she sat up on the couch. It was the middle of the afternoon, and her meds had her out, again. However, it wasn’t the usual dreams that had been haunting her lately. The first few time she tried to sleep, all she could see was Paul Hopkins face and the vice grip of his arm around her as he dragged her back into the building, the cold steel of the gun against her temple as he took her away from the door, the looks of fear on Danny and Mac’s faces as she disappeared deeper into the warehouse where Hopkins had fortified himself.
The dream she had just woke up from had been slightly more pleasant than the ones she had had previously. Despite being extremely out of it, her brain had recognized Danny above her, and recognized that he wasn’t a threat, or any form of potential harm, and that he was there to protect her. And somehow, it made her feel so much safer.
A quick knock sounded on her door, and she got up to answer it, pulling it open with her good hand. She looked up into Danny’s smiling gaze, and she returned it. “Hey,” she sighed, “What are you doing here?”
“I heard you got out of the hospital,” Danny replied, holding up one of the smoothies he had in his hand, “And I thought I’d bring you something to celebrate.”
Her smile widened as she took the plastic cup from him, “Thanks. You didn’t have to.”
“Yeah, I know,” Danny replied, “But I like doing nice things for pretty girls.”
She laughed softly, before looking up at him again, “Flattery gets you no where, Messer.”
“Always worth a shot,” he sighed, with a shrug. He gestured to the elevator in her building, “If you don’t need anything else, I’m gonna go—”
“Actually, Danny,” she sighed, “You mind staying a while? Maybe watch a movie?”
He hesitated for a second, and she started up again, stumbling over her words as she tried to catch herself. “I mean, if you don’t have a scene to go to, or somewhere else to be, or something like that.”
“Nah, I’ll stay,” he replied, “I’ve got nowhere special to go.”
“Thanks,” she whispered, opening the door wider to let him in, “Flack’s probably gonna murder you.”
“Yeah, but for a pretty girl it’s worth it,” he grinned, and she shook her head as she shut the door.
“What did I tell you about flattery?”
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