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Fic: Fly Away (AU, CSI:NY) Chapter 9 (10/15)
Title: Fly Away
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Characters: CSI:NY general cast
Prompt: 076. Rebirth
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Spoilers for Run Silent, Run Deep, Slash, Threesome, serious AU
Pairing: Don/Danny, Danny/Mac, Mac/Don
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
“They are beautiful, Danny,” Stella smiled and ran a hand along one of Danny’s wings.
“Yeah,” Danny smiled and bounced a bit on his heels. “Not as strong as they could – or should – be, but I’m getting there.”
It had been two weeks since the wings had broken through his skin, two weeks in which he’d been caught between euphoria and depression. His whole life had suddenly been turned upside down, and the fact that both Don and Mac had known that this was happening to him and hadn’t told him anything, besides the short order to go and see a doctor, had hurt him deeply. In addition to that he hadn’t seen Don at all in those two weeks. He had spent the first four days at the hospital, to make sure that the wings were developing normally and that the cuts in his back didn’t get infected, and that they healed properly. The rest of the last two weeks he had spent at home, moving carefully, painfully aware of the additional weight of a pair of wings on his back, and the pull of stitches with every wrong move. It drove him crazy, and so he’d decided after having taken out the stitches to go and pay the lab a visit. The wounds on his back would need another four or six weeks to heal completely, and while his wings could carry his weight, his doctors had strongly advised against using them in the next two weeks.
Of course he couldn’t resist. He had wings now. He was a Normal. He could fly. He had to do it. The memories of flying – of feeling muscles work – was faded, and he had to create new ones. And every flap of his wings that brought him higher towards the sky was more intense than he’d ever remembered it being.
“No doubt about that,” Stella answered dryly. “What are you doing here, you’re still on sick leave.”
“I know,” Danny scratched his head slightly. “I’m going stir-crazy at home. And I haven’t seen Don for almost three weeks now. I checked the precinct, but he’s not there.”
He didn’t tell her about the letter he’d found on Flack’s desk, mainly because he had no idea what to think about it. He had to talk to Mac. He was not Inferior anymore – maybe there was a way for him to get custody of Flack, even if he’d been a Normal less than a month. He didn’t know if he was allowed to keep an Inferior – he was still a member of Mac’s Family, after all. After a brief discussion with Mac he’d agreed to stay with the older man, under supervision, to make sure that he didn’t get in any trouble. But he was a free man, wasn’t he? He was, he realized, also a very confused man at the moment. He had to talk to Mac. And maybe to Don. But then, Don and Mac hadn’t told him about what was happening to him, too, why should he?
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you get some really good offers now,” Stella continued, oblivious to his dilemma.
“Offers?” Danny blinked in confusion, suddenly pulled back to the present. “For what?”
Stella shrugged. “Marriage, or a Companionship. Come on, Danny.”
Danny snorted. “Are you kidding me, with my past? Who would affiliate their family with me?”
“I’m sure Lindsay would.”
“Lindsay?” Danny shook his head slightly. “That’s just as likely as if Mac would do that. And let me tell you something, I’ve been with him for five years now, Stella, and he never made a move to show some interest. Never. Remember Rose, the woman he’d rescued in that shooting? She made him an offer, and he refused.”
Stella brushed a lock of her hair out of her face. “It’s Mac. As long as you’re in his care, he would never do anything that would seem like taking advantage of you, you know that. And Lindsay’s been looking at you.”
“How’s the case going?” Danny quickly tried to change the topic.
“We’re still testing. DNA takes time, you know that. Besides, Flack is following a few leads of his own. And Lindsay is really looking at you.”
“Yeah,” Danny sighed. “And speaking of which, I have to go and see Mac.” He grimaced. “And I’m not looking forwards to that.”
Stella laughed. “Don’t worry, he won’t rip your head off.”
“I hope he doesn’t,” Danny grumbled slightly and waved. “See ya, Stella.”
Stella waved at him and returned to her case. The two weeks where Danny had been off she had worked the case solo, and DNA testing had taken its time too.
She looked forward to Danny coming back.
**
“Hey, Mac,” Danny grinned and stuck his head into Mac’s office. His right wing bumped slightly against the glass wall, jarring the wounds he still sported, but he did his best to ignore the dull throbbing his carelessness had caused.
“Danny.” Mac looked up from his desk and dropped his pen on the file in front of him. “I thought you were home?”
Danny grimaced and entered the office completely. “What are you doing?”
Mac leaned back in his chair. “Your paperwork, actually.” He smiled a bit wistfully. “Tomorrow, you’re a free man.”
“Yeah, free and homeless,” Danny quipped and carefully sat down.
“You know you can stay as long as you want. You’re still a part of my Family,” Mac pointed out.
Danny nodded. “I guess I have to thank you. For all you’ve done for me.” He looked down at his feet and fidgeted slightly.
Mac exhaled slowly. “You’re a good CSI, Danny. You solved my case, and managed to get our suspect in custody.” In fact, when the ambulance finally was there and they could concentrate on something else than Danny’s new wings, Federico Zabo was still sitting on the roof, a few feet away from them, sobbing uncontrollably. He didn’t offer resistance when they arrested him.
Mac shook his head. “Adam is fine, and Lindsay is okay too. You did a good job,” he simply said. “You’re worth the trouble.” His lips twitched. “Mostly.”
“What happens to you now?” Danny asked after a brief moment of silence. “With both of us gone?”
“What do you mean…” Mac started and sighed. “He told you?”
Danny swallowed thickly. “He didn’t. I haven’t seen him since…since…” a careless gesture over his shoulder indicated what he was talking about. “I went to the precinct to check if he’s there, found the letter on his desk.”
“You read it.”
It wasn’t a question, but a statement. Danny nodded nonetheless. “I’m sorry, Mac.”
“It was not my decision, Danny,” Mac ran a hand over his forehead. “Don will be cared for.”
“I know,” Danny said bitterly. “And what about you? Who keeps you out of trouble? Or brings you in trouble, with both of us gone?”
“Don isn’t much trouble,” Mac teased gently.
“I know,” Danny answered immediately. “But you love me anyways.”
They both froze.
Finally Danny coughed uncomfortably. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he murmured. “You should call Rose and see if her offer is still valid.”
Mac was still stunned by Danny’s words, but he still managed to answer.
“I don’t want to be with Rose,” he said softly. “And I certainly don’t want to be the Companion to a bored, rich woman, just because she’s married to a member of the City Council…”
“Mac,” Danny said slowly. “You deserve someone.”
Mac shrugged dismissively. “I’ve got you two.”
“Until tomorrow,” Danny pointed out. “Besides, you’ve had me for what, five years now?”
“Yeah.” Mac nodded. “As a keeper.”
Danny was proud of his abilities as a CSI. Mac had said it himself, he was good at what he was doing, and yet, it took him some time to decipher what Mac was saying. But when the puzzle pieces finally fell into place, the picture made suddenly sense.
Danny groaned. “You’re such an idiot, Mac!”
“Wha-“
He didn’t give Mac time to say anything. He leapt out of his chair and started pacing in front of his desk. “We want you for, what, forever, and you never even look at us, just because you’re our keeper? Others do it as well! Ninety percent of all keepers do it! What did we do to deserve you?” He ran a hand through his hair.
“What? Danny…what do you mean –“ Mac started again, but Danny interrupted him again. He took off his glasses, put them on top of the file Mac had been working on, quickly walked around the desk, and roughly pulled Mac’s chair around, and suddenly, before Mac could react, in a blur of feathers, Danny was in his lap, kissing him senseless.
At first, Mac’s lips were unyielding, but Danny didn’t give up. He opened his mouth and let his tongue glide over Mac’s bottom lip, teasing and stroking, until Mac made a small sound at the back of his throat and relaxed under Danny’s ministrations. Their tongues tangled, and Danny’s hand clenched in his hair.
“Danny…” Mac settled his hands on Danny’s waist and gently pulled away from him. He ran his tongue over his lips and still tasted Danny. It was…strange.
“Mac,” Danny murmured. “What are we doing here?”
They looked at each other, and Mac was suddenly painfully reminded of Claire, and how he’d met Danny for the first time. Claire had teased him for falling head over heels for the young rash CSI he’d taken in, and how they’d lied in their bed, curled around each other, and Claire had suddenly rolled around to face him and had told him that he should do it, before someone else did it, and she had laughed and kissed him.
He swallowed. And now, five years later, Claire was gone, but Danny was still with him. For another day and night, before he had to set him free.
“Danny…” he whispered and dropped his head to Danny’s shoulder. “Danny.”
“I’m here,” Danny answered immediately. “I’m here, Mac.”
And that was the one thing it came down to. Danny Messer had been there for him in the last five years. He had stood by him in his darkest hours, and Claire had been right when she’d told him to make Danny an offer, wings or no wings. But he’d been afraid, so very afraid, and now it was almost too late.
This was his last chance.
“Danny,” he began, but the right words didn’t want to come. “Would you…” He bit his lip. “I’m feeling sort of silly here,” he finally confessed and ran his hand over Danny’s wing.
“You don’t sound silly,” Danny breathed. “Trust me, you don’t.”
Mac swallowed. “Danny…would you accept my offer to be a part of this Family – my Family? Would you agree to be my Companion, with all the rights and duties this position brings?”
It was more eloquent than his proposal to Claire, but Claire had understood him and reacted immediately, while Danny looked at him with an indescribable expression on his face. He looked younger without his glasses, more innocent, Mac thought randomly. It brought his protective instincts to the front of his mind.
“I’m going to take you flying,” Mac promised and settled his hand protectively on Danny’s shoulder. “If you say yes.” He swallowed, but he didn’t take his eyes off Danny for a long time.
“If you say yes, you’ll be mine. Mine. But, Danny, I’m going to take good care of you.”
Danny looked at him with wide eyes. He bit his bottom lip, and after a moment he nodded exactly once and, without thinking about it, whispered one single word that would change his future forever.
“Yes.”
Chapter 10
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Characters: CSI:NY general cast
Prompt: 076. Rebirth
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Spoilers for Run Silent, Run Deep, Slash, Threesome, serious AU
Pairing: Don/Danny, Danny/Mac, Mac/Don
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
“They are beautiful, Danny,” Stella smiled and ran a hand along one of Danny’s wings.
“Yeah,” Danny smiled and bounced a bit on his heels. “Not as strong as they could – or should – be, but I’m getting there.”
It had been two weeks since the wings had broken through his skin, two weeks in which he’d been caught between euphoria and depression. His whole life had suddenly been turned upside down, and the fact that both Don and Mac had known that this was happening to him and hadn’t told him anything, besides the short order to go and see a doctor, had hurt him deeply. In addition to that he hadn’t seen Don at all in those two weeks. He had spent the first four days at the hospital, to make sure that the wings were developing normally and that the cuts in his back didn’t get infected, and that they healed properly. The rest of the last two weeks he had spent at home, moving carefully, painfully aware of the additional weight of a pair of wings on his back, and the pull of stitches with every wrong move. It drove him crazy, and so he’d decided after having taken out the stitches to go and pay the lab a visit. The wounds on his back would need another four or six weeks to heal completely, and while his wings could carry his weight, his doctors had strongly advised against using them in the next two weeks.
Of course he couldn’t resist. He had wings now. He was a Normal. He could fly. He had to do it. The memories of flying – of feeling muscles work – was faded, and he had to create new ones. And every flap of his wings that brought him higher towards the sky was more intense than he’d ever remembered it being.
“No doubt about that,” Stella answered dryly. “What are you doing here, you’re still on sick leave.”
“I know,” Danny scratched his head slightly. “I’m going stir-crazy at home. And I haven’t seen Don for almost three weeks now. I checked the precinct, but he’s not there.”
He didn’t tell her about the letter he’d found on Flack’s desk, mainly because he had no idea what to think about it. He had to talk to Mac. He was not Inferior anymore – maybe there was a way for him to get custody of Flack, even if he’d been a Normal less than a month. He didn’t know if he was allowed to keep an Inferior – he was still a member of Mac’s Family, after all. After a brief discussion with Mac he’d agreed to stay with the older man, under supervision, to make sure that he didn’t get in any trouble. But he was a free man, wasn’t he? He was, he realized, also a very confused man at the moment. He had to talk to Mac. And maybe to Don. But then, Don and Mac hadn’t told him about what was happening to him, too, why should he?
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you get some really good offers now,” Stella continued, oblivious to his dilemma.
“Offers?” Danny blinked in confusion, suddenly pulled back to the present. “For what?”
Stella shrugged. “Marriage, or a Companionship. Come on, Danny.”
Danny snorted. “Are you kidding me, with my past? Who would affiliate their family with me?”
“I’m sure Lindsay would.”
“Lindsay?” Danny shook his head slightly. “That’s just as likely as if Mac would do that. And let me tell you something, I’ve been with him for five years now, Stella, and he never made a move to show some interest. Never. Remember Rose, the woman he’d rescued in that shooting? She made him an offer, and he refused.”
Stella brushed a lock of her hair out of her face. “It’s Mac. As long as you’re in his care, he would never do anything that would seem like taking advantage of you, you know that. And Lindsay’s been looking at you.”
“How’s the case going?” Danny quickly tried to change the topic.
“We’re still testing. DNA takes time, you know that. Besides, Flack is following a few leads of his own. And Lindsay is really looking at you.”
“Yeah,” Danny sighed. “And speaking of which, I have to go and see Mac.” He grimaced. “And I’m not looking forwards to that.”
Stella laughed. “Don’t worry, he won’t rip your head off.”
“I hope he doesn’t,” Danny grumbled slightly and waved. “See ya, Stella.”
Stella waved at him and returned to her case. The two weeks where Danny had been off she had worked the case solo, and DNA testing had taken its time too.
She looked forward to Danny coming back.
**
“Hey, Mac,” Danny grinned and stuck his head into Mac’s office. His right wing bumped slightly against the glass wall, jarring the wounds he still sported, but he did his best to ignore the dull throbbing his carelessness had caused.
“Danny.” Mac looked up from his desk and dropped his pen on the file in front of him. “I thought you were home?”
Danny grimaced and entered the office completely. “What are you doing?”
Mac leaned back in his chair. “Your paperwork, actually.” He smiled a bit wistfully. “Tomorrow, you’re a free man.”
“Yeah, free and homeless,” Danny quipped and carefully sat down.
“You know you can stay as long as you want. You’re still a part of my Family,” Mac pointed out.
Danny nodded. “I guess I have to thank you. For all you’ve done for me.” He looked down at his feet and fidgeted slightly.
Mac exhaled slowly. “You’re a good CSI, Danny. You solved my case, and managed to get our suspect in custody.” In fact, when the ambulance finally was there and they could concentrate on something else than Danny’s new wings, Federico Zabo was still sitting on the roof, a few feet away from them, sobbing uncontrollably. He didn’t offer resistance when they arrested him.
Mac shook his head. “Adam is fine, and Lindsay is okay too. You did a good job,” he simply said. “You’re worth the trouble.” His lips twitched. “Mostly.”
“What happens to you now?” Danny asked after a brief moment of silence. “With both of us gone?”
“What do you mean…” Mac started and sighed. “He told you?”
Danny swallowed thickly. “He didn’t. I haven’t seen him since…since…” a careless gesture over his shoulder indicated what he was talking about. “I went to the precinct to check if he’s there, found the letter on his desk.”
“You read it.”
It wasn’t a question, but a statement. Danny nodded nonetheless. “I’m sorry, Mac.”
“It was not my decision, Danny,” Mac ran a hand over his forehead. “Don will be cared for.”
“I know,” Danny said bitterly. “And what about you? Who keeps you out of trouble? Or brings you in trouble, with both of us gone?”
“Don isn’t much trouble,” Mac teased gently.
“I know,” Danny answered immediately. “But you love me anyways.”
They both froze.
Finally Danny coughed uncomfortably. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he murmured. “You should call Rose and see if her offer is still valid.”
Mac was still stunned by Danny’s words, but he still managed to answer.
“I don’t want to be with Rose,” he said softly. “And I certainly don’t want to be the Companion to a bored, rich woman, just because she’s married to a member of the City Council…”
“Mac,” Danny said slowly. “You deserve someone.”
Mac shrugged dismissively. “I’ve got you two.”
“Until tomorrow,” Danny pointed out. “Besides, you’ve had me for what, five years now?”
“Yeah.” Mac nodded. “As a keeper.”
Danny was proud of his abilities as a CSI. Mac had said it himself, he was good at what he was doing, and yet, it took him some time to decipher what Mac was saying. But when the puzzle pieces finally fell into place, the picture made suddenly sense.
Danny groaned. “You’re such an idiot, Mac!”
“Wha-“
He didn’t give Mac time to say anything. He leapt out of his chair and started pacing in front of his desk. “We want you for, what, forever, and you never even look at us, just because you’re our keeper? Others do it as well! Ninety percent of all keepers do it! What did we do to deserve you?” He ran a hand through his hair.
“What? Danny…what do you mean –“ Mac started again, but Danny interrupted him again. He took off his glasses, put them on top of the file Mac had been working on, quickly walked around the desk, and roughly pulled Mac’s chair around, and suddenly, before Mac could react, in a blur of feathers, Danny was in his lap, kissing him senseless.
At first, Mac’s lips were unyielding, but Danny didn’t give up. He opened his mouth and let his tongue glide over Mac’s bottom lip, teasing and stroking, until Mac made a small sound at the back of his throat and relaxed under Danny’s ministrations. Their tongues tangled, and Danny’s hand clenched in his hair.
“Danny…” Mac settled his hands on Danny’s waist and gently pulled away from him. He ran his tongue over his lips and still tasted Danny. It was…strange.
“Mac,” Danny murmured. “What are we doing here?”
They looked at each other, and Mac was suddenly painfully reminded of Claire, and how he’d met Danny for the first time. Claire had teased him for falling head over heels for the young rash CSI he’d taken in, and how they’d lied in their bed, curled around each other, and Claire had suddenly rolled around to face him and had told him that he should do it, before someone else did it, and she had laughed and kissed him.
He swallowed. And now, five years later, Claire was gone, but Danny was still with him. For another day and night, before he had to set him free.
“Danny…” he whispered and dropped his head to Danny’s shoulder. “Danny.”
“I’m here,” Danny answered immediately. “I’m here, Mac.”
And that was the one thing it came down to. Danny Messer had been there for him in the last five years. He had stood by him in his darkest hours, and Claire had been right when she’d told him to make Danny an offer, wings or no wings. But he’d been afraid, so very afraid, and now it was almost too late.
This was his last chance.
“Danny,” he began, but the right words didn’t want to come. “Would you…” He bit his lip. “I’m feeling sort of silly here,” he finally confessed and ran his hand over Danny’s wing.
“You don’t sound silly,” Danny breathed. “Trust me, you don’t.”
Mac swallowed. “Danny…would you accept my offer to be a part of this Family – my Family? Would you agree to be my Companion, with all the rights and duties this position brings?”
It was more eloquent than his proposal to Claire, but Claire had understood him and reacted immediately, while Danny looked at him with an indescribable expression on his face. He looked younger without his glasses, more innocent, Mac thought randomly. It brought his protective instincts to the front of his mind.
“I’m going to take you flying,” Mac promised and settled his hand protectively on Danny’s shoulder. “If you say yes.” He swallowed, but he didn’t take his eyes off Danny for a long time.
“If you say yes, you’ll be mine. Mine. But, Danny, I’m going to take good care of you.”
Danny looked at him with wide eyes. He bit his bottom lip, and after a moment he nodded exactly once and, without thinking about it, whispered one single word that would change his future forever.
“Yes.”
Chapter 10