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kathierif_ficTitle: Home
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Don Flack/Danny Messer
Rating: FRT-13
Warnings: slash, threesome
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, not…anything?
Summary: Mac’s thoughts when coming home after a case took him away from the city for a few weeks.
Word count: 790 words
Challenge:cliché_bingo, prompt: Quarantine.
Author’s Notes: Ginny gave me Swine Flu as a prompt, but the bunny mutated on me, and this is what came out of it. Oops?
~*+*~
“Hey Mac,” Don smiled and stepped Back; to let his lover enter the apartment. “Welcome home.”
“Thanks,” Mac replied with a soft smile. He briefly thought about kissing Don, to express without words how much he loved the younger man and how much he had missed him in those past few weeks, when a case had led him out of the city and even out of the country, but the flight had been long – too long – and he wanted to brush his teeth first and maybe take a shower, too. He wanted to let Don know how much he loved him, after all, and not threaten him with his killer breath.
He stepped past the younger man, feeling slightly awkward, and deeper into the apartment – his apartment, really, even if it clearly showed signs of both Don and Danny stopping by and staying the night frequently, from magazines about bikes on his kitchen table over the basketball and the hockey stick in the far corner of the living room to the yellow tie with the subtle, elegant silver stripes that was hanging from the back of a chair.
Danny entered behind Mac and dropped the bag he’d insisted on carrying when he’d picked up Mac at the airport. “Sorry for the mess, Mac,” he drawled. “And welcome home.”
He gave Don a brief smile that Mac only caught by coincidence, when he turned his head slightly to the side, and only saw it in the corner of his eye, but Danny didn’t wait for him to give an answer and disappeared again, to take off his shoes and hang up his leather jacket.
Don shrugged slightly. “We kinda missed you,” he said softly, by way of explanation, “and you’ve given us a key to your place. We thought…” He trailed off with a slight shrug, but Mac knew him well enough to be able to reconstruct the rest of Don wanted to explain to him.
He looked around the room again.
Before Don and Danny had, one after the other, stepped into his life as more than friends and co-workers, his apartment had been almost sterile. Everything had had its place, and not one piece had ever been out of order. He’d made sure of that.
It was, he thought quietly, as if he’d lived in some sort of quarantine, part of the world but always separated from everybody else by some kind of invisible barrier. After Claire’s death, he’d isolated himself, to avoid getting hurt again. He’d managed to withdraw into himself – his own little emotional quarantine, he thought – to the point where he hadn’t really felt anything, just numbness.
Don and Danny had gone and had punched little holes into his protective bubble, slowly and steadily, and almost against Mac’s wishes. Patiently, they had pulled him out of his shell, one step at the time, until Mac was back, in the middle of life.
Returning to his apartment, he realized, was like coming home once again.
He smiled at Don. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “Really. I like having you here, you know.”
Danny chuckled from behind him. “Wait until you’ve seen the bedroom before saying that,” he advised. “Or the bathroom. Donnie here took over every available inch of space.”
Don yelped in protest, and Mac laughed.
Being separated from both of them for two and a half weeks had thrown back into his social isolation, and he had to admit that he’d fallen right back into his old habits without them anchoring him. He’d worked all day long and hadn’t slept a lot at night, thinking about the case constantly and feeling isolated from everything that went on around him. And only now, when he was back with them, he realized how starved for touch he really was.
“How was Mexico, anyways?” Don asked, a curious glint in his eyes. “Did you bring us anything?”
“Swine flu,” Danny teased. “What else?”
Mac chuckled. “It was…Mexican,” he said hesitantly. “I’m really glad to be home, to be honest with you.”
“Yeah, we’re glad too,” Danny replied. “Bed’s too big without you, you know?” He bounced nervously on the balls of his feet and ran a hand through his hair. “Anyways, you want anything? Coffee? A sandwich? Anything?”
“No,” Mac replied. “Just…a shower and then, the two of you close.”
“Yeah, you can have that,” Don immediately answered, as if he’d already suspected that Mac would ask for that, and Danny nodded his agreement.
Mac smiled, a wide smile that was as sudden as it was unexpected, while his shoulders slowly started to relax.
It had been only two and a half weeks this time, but it felt good to be out of his emotional quarantine again.
~end.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Don Flack/Danny Messer
Rating: FRT-13
Warnings: slash, threesome
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, not…anything?
Summary: Mac’s thoughts when coming home after a case took him away from the city for a few weeks.
Word count: 790 words
Challenge:cliché_bingo, prompt: Quarantine.
Author’s Notes: Ginny gave me Swine Flu as a prompt, but the bunny mutated on me, and this is what came out of it. Oops?
~*+*~
“Hey Mac,” Don smiled and stepped Back; to let his lover enter the apartment. “Welcome home.”
“Thanks,” Mac replied with a soft smile. He briefly thought about kissing Don, to express without words how much he loved the younger man and how much he had missed him in those past few weeks, when a case had led him out of the city and even out of the country, but the flight had been long – too long – and he wanted to brush his teeth first and maybe take a shower, too. He wanted to let Don know how much he loved him, after all, and not threaten him with his killer breath.
He stepped past the younger man, feeling slightly awkward, and deeper into the apartment – his apartment, really, even if it clearly showed signs of both Don and Danny stopping by and staying the night frequently, from magazines about bikes on his kitchen table over the basketball and the hockey stick in the far corner of the living room to the yellow tie with the subtle, elegant silver stripes that was hanging from the back of a chair.
Danny entered behind Mac and dropped the bag he’d insisted on carrying when he’d picked up Mac at the airport. “Sorry for the mess, Mac,” he drawled. “And welcome home.”
He gave Don a brief smile that Mac only caught by coincidence, when he turned his head slightly to the side, and only saw it in the corner of his eye, but Danny didn’t wait for him to give an answer and disappeared again, to take off his shoes and hang up his leather jacket.
Don shrugged slightly. “We kinda missed you,” he said softly, by way of explanation, “and you’ve given us a key to your place. We thought…” He trailed off with a slight shrug, but Mac knew him well enough to be able to reconstruct the rest of Don wanted to explain to him.
He looked around the room again.
Before Don and Danny had, one after the other, stepped into his life as more than friends and co-workers, his apartment had been almost sterile. Everything had had its place, and not one piece had ever been out of order. He’d made sure of that.
It was, he thought quietly, as if he’d lived in some sort of quarantine, part of the world but always separated from everybody else by some kind of invisible barrier. After Claire’s death, he’d isolated himself, to avoid getting hurt again. He’d managed to withdraw into himself – his own little emotional quarantine, he thought – to the point where he hadn’t really felt anything, just numbness.
Don and Danny had gone and had punched little holes into his protective bubble, slowly and steadily, and almost against Mac’s wishes. Patiently, they had pulled him out of his shell, one step at the time, until Mac was back, in the middle of life.
Returning to his apartment, he realized, was like coming home once again.
He smiled at Don. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “Really. I like having you here, you know.”
Danny chuckled from behind him. “Wait until you’ve seen the bedroom before saying that,” he advised. “Or the bathroom. Donnie here took over every available inch of space.”
Don yelped in protest, and Mac laughed.
Being separated from both of them for two and a half weeks had thrown back into his social isolation, and he had to admit that he’d fallen right back into his old habits without them anchoring him. He’d worked all day long and hadn’t slept a lot at night, thinking about the case constantly and feeling isolated from everything that went on around him. And only now, when he was back with them, he realized how starved for touch he really was.
“How was Mexico, anyways?” Don asked, a curious glint in his eyes. “Did you bring us anything?”
“Swine flu,” Danny teased. “What else?”
Mac chuckled. “It was…Mexican,” he said hesitantly. “I’m really glad to be home, to be honest with you.”
“Yeah, we’re glad too,” Danny replied. “Bed’s too big without you, you know?” He bounced nervously on the balls of his feet and ran a hand through his hair. “Anyways, you want anything? Coffee? A sandwich? Anything?”
“No,” Mac replied. “Just…a shower and then, the two of you close.”
“Yeah, you can have that,” Don immediately answered, as if he’d already suspected that Mac would ask for that, and Danny nodded his agreement.
Mac smiled, a wide smile that was as sudden as it was unexpected, while his shoulders slowly started to relax.
It had been only two and a half weeks this time, but it felt good to be out of his emotional quarantine again.
~end.
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Date: 2009-08-31 10:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-08-31 10:56 pm (UTC)This was cute and fluffy and wonderful.
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Date: 2009-08-31 10:59 pm (UTC)*hugs you tightly* thank you. *hugs more*
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