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kathierif_ficTitle: All You Need Is Love
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI: NY
Pairing: Mac/Don/Danny
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: CSI:NY and all characters connected with it are not mine. Neither are these wonderful songs, sadly, or Lt. Dan. I really own nothing, I make no money with it – I’m just playing with the cool things for a bit.
Summary: Sometimes music brings back memories…
Authors Notes: Just a short, little, spontaneous, maybe even fluffy, ficlet. The Beatles-bunny bit me…the songs used or mentioned in this are “We can work it out”, “With a little help from my friends”, and, of course, “All you need is love”. Feedback greatly appreciated. Enjoy!
***
Don grinned when he entered the apartment and loud music greeted him.
“You’re showing your age, Mac,” he called out over the music and leaned against the doorway to the living room, with his arms folded over his chest.
Mac looked up from his spot on the floor in front of the CD-Player. CD’s were spread out around him in a, for Don, unidentifiable pattern, and Mac smiled.
He did not only smile.
Mac practically glowed.
“I’m not that old, Don,” he said, but he made no move to turn off the CD that was playing, although he turned down the volume so that the music almost faded in the background and they could talk without screaming at each other.
Danny now entered the living room. He frowned when he saw Mac, sitting with his legs folded under himself on the floor, even if there was a perfectly working couch within reach. “Your inner hippie coming out to play?” he asked. “Should we start looking out for marihuana?”
Mac rolled his eyes slightly.
“I didn’t even know you own these.” Danny added, as an afterthought, after glancing at the CD’s.
Mac managed to look slightly offended without losing his smile completely. “They’re classics, you know,” he pointed out.
Danny looked dubiously at him. “Seriously, Mac – The Beatles?” He pushed his glasses up his nose with the air of a man who finds out his wife betrays him with his best friend.
A new song began to play, and Mac cocked his head to one side. Danny concentrated briefly, and only after a few words, he recognized the lyrics:
“Try to see it my way
Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on
While you see it your way
Run the risk of knowing that or love may soon be gone…”
Somewhere in his mind the title popped up: We Can Work It Out.
“Do you want to tell us something?” he asked, only half-joking.
Mac shrugged and stretched his legs out. “I like the Beatles. They remind me of my childhood.”
His smile turned to a more melancholic side. “I sometimes spent the summer holidays with my uncle; he listened to them when he was in the right mood.” He reached out and selected another song on the CD that was still playing. “This one, for example. It’s one of my favorites. Uncle Dan used it to wake me up, until the neighbors started to complain about the noise.” He laughed a little. “It was quite an accomplishment, since he lived on a shrimping boat back then. We used to say that they caught all these shrimp because the poor creatures wanted to be put out of their misery.”
Mac fell silent, and all three of them listened to the lyrics for a moment.
“Would you believe in a love at first sight
Yes, I’m certain that it happens all the time
What do you see when you turn out the light
I can’t tell you but I know it’s mine…”
Danny went over to Mac and sat down on the floor behind him.
“I didn’t even know that you have an uncle,” he murmured and leaned his cheek against Mac’s back, right between the shoulder blades. The edge of his glasses was pressed in Mac’s flesh, but he didn’t mind. He barely noticed the small pain.
“Uncle Dan – he encouraged me to do what I wanted to do. My dad didn’t want me to join the Marines…but Uncle Dan…” Mac shook his head slightly. “He lost both his legs in Vietnam, and it took him some time to get over it. The man is slightly insane I think…nobody dares to argue too much with him, especially if he goes all ‘Lieutenant Dan Taylor’ on us.”
The CD stopped, and Mac sighed.
Suddenly Don moved forwards from his spot by the door and straddled Mac’s legs. “You know what my favorite song from the Beatles is?” he asked and wrapped his arms around both Mac and Danny.
“Showing your age, Don?” Mac smiled and hugged Don close to him. “Which one?” he murmured against the warm skin, where neck met shoulder.
Don pulled his head up, smiled and kissed him briefly before answering.
“All you need is love.”
END.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI: NY
Pairing: Mac/Don/Danny
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: CSI:NY and all characters connected with it are not mine. Neither are these wonderful songs, sadly, or Lt. Dan. I really own nothing, I make no money with it – I’m just playing with the cool things for a bit.
Summary: Sometimes music brings back memories…
Authors Notes: Just a short, little, spontaneous, maybe even fluffy, ficlet. The Beatles-bunny bit me…the songs used or mentioned in this are “We can work it out”, “With a little help from my friends”, and, of course, “All you need is love”. Feedback greatly appreciated. Enjoy!
***
Don grinned when he entered the apartment and loud music greeted him.
“You’re showing your age, Mac,” he called out over the music and leaned against the doorway to the living room, with his arms folded over his chest.
Mac looked up from his spot on the floor in front of the CD-Player. CD’s were spread out around him in a, for Don, unidentifiable pattern, and Mac smiled.
He did not only smile.
Mac practically glowed.
“I’m not that old, Don,” he said, but he made no move to turn off the CD that was playing, although he turned down the volume so that the music almost faded in the background and they could talk without screaming at each other.
Danny now entered the living room. He frowned when he saw Mac, sitting with his legs folded under himself on the floor, even if there was a perfectly working couch within reach. “Your inner hippie coming out to play?” he asked. “Should we start looking out for marihuana?”
Mac rolled his eyes slightly.
“I didn’t even know you own these.” Danny added, as an afterthought, after glancing at the CD’s.
Mac managed to look slightly offended without losing his smile completely. “They’re classics, you know,” he pointed out.
Danny looked dubiously at him. “Seriously, Mac – The Beatles?” He pushed his glasses up his nose with the air of a man who finds out his wife betrays him with his best friend.
A new song began to play, and Mac cocked his head to one side. Danny concentrated briefly, and only after a few words, he recognized the lyrics:
“Try to see it my way
Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on
While you see it your way
Run the risk of knowing that or love may soon be gone…”
Somewhere in his mind the title popped up: We Can Work It Out.
“Do you want to tell us something?” he asked, only half-joking.
Mac shrugged and stretched his legs out. “I like the Beatles. They remind me of my childhood.”
His smile turned to a more melancholic side. “I sometimes spent the summer holidays with my uncle; he listened to them when he was in the right mood.” He reached out and selected another song on the CD that was still playing. “This one, for example. It’s one of my favorites. Uncle Dan used it to wake me up, until the neighbors started to complain about the noise.” He laughed a little. “It was quite an accomplishment, since he lived on a shrimping boat back then. We used to say that they caught all these shrimp because the poor creatures wanted to be put out of their misery.”
Mac fell silent, and all three of them listened to the lyrics for a moment.
“Would you believe in a love at first sight
Yes, I’m certain that it happens all the time
What do you see when you turn out the light
I can’t tell you but I know it’s mine…”
Danny went over to Mac and sat down on the floor behind him.
“I didn’t even know that you have an uncle,” he murmured and leaned his cheek against Mac’s back, right between the shoulder blades. The edge of his glasses was pressed in Mac’s flesh, but he didn’t mind. He barely noticed the small pain.
“Uncle Dan – he encouraged me to do what I wanted to do. My dad didn’t want me to join the Marines…but Uncle Dan…” Mac shook his head slightly. “He lost both his legs in Vietnam, and it took him some time to get over it. The man is slightly insane I think…nobody dares to argue too much with him, especially if he goes all ‘Lieutenant Dan Taylor’ on us.”
The CD stopped, and Mac sighed.
Suddenly Don moved forwards from his spot by the door and straddled Mac’s legs. “You know what my favorite song from the Beatles is?” he asked and wrapped his arms around both Mac and Danny.
“Showing your age, Don?” Mac smiled and hugged Don close to him. “Which one?” he murmured against the warm skin, where neck met shoulder.
Don pulled his head up, smiled and kissed him briefly before answering.
“All you need is love.”
END.
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Date: 2010-01-15 06:05 pm (UTC)