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Fic: Fly Away (AU, CSI:NY) Prologue (1/15)
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
Author’s Notes: For Ginny and Dee. Now I’m curious if you find the Easter egg. *grins* Big Thank you to Evelyn/Attila who helped with the medical details. And reading this before-hand and telling me where it sucked most. Also thanks to Tine, who not only read this and told me that it’s okay, but also created incredible artwork for this fic. And thanks to Susie, who agreed to beta this monster, as well. Thank you. Not to mention Alex, wonderful, wonderful Alex *hugs very very tightly* I have no words to say how thankful I am.
Betas: Alex, Evelyn and Susie. Remaining mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Prologue
**
He stood on the edge of the roof. The cold wind ripped at him and caused shivers to run over his whole body. It pulled at his clothes, his hair, and his smile, and when he looked down at the cars on the streets, he couldn’t help but laugh. He was too far up to see the people, only the occasional dot, and they certainly didn’t see him.
His muscles quivered in nervous anticipation, and his grin got only wider. Here he was, and he knew exactly what he wanted, and nobody would stop him.
Nobody could stop him. He was all alone up here. And nobody would expect him here.
For a brief moment, he wished that it was night, but then he shrugged and rolled up his right sleeve. Goosebumps broke out over his skin almost immediately. Around his wrist, the dull gleam of the worn metal of his bracelet caught his eye. He had worn it for so long now, it felt strange to remove it. It felt like a part of his body.
He laughed at his own thoughts and pulled it off – imprinted in the cheap metal was not only his number, but also his full name – Donald Flack, Jr. – and it felt liberating to hold the warm metal in his closed fist for a moment, keeping it warm, keeping it alive, before holding out his hand and opening it, finger for finger, until it fell, fell down, quickly disappearing from his sight. He imagined it meeting the pavement, breaking in a million little pieces, untraceable little pieces that nobody would be able to use anymore, or even put together, not even the CSIs. A jigsaw puzzle nobody could solve.
He didn’t care.
He wouldn’t need it any longer. He was free.
Don felt the wind pull at his grin as he stepped right on the edge of the building, stretched out his arms, and let himself fall.
He was flying.
His muscles worked, he knew they did, and he laughed at the feeling of wind rushing in his face. The wind stole his voice, his breath, and he could see the building race along him – the little dots under him had quickly grown into heads, into people, and he stretched his arms out towards them, when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.
He cried out, but the sound disappeared just as quickly as his laughter. Nobody heard him, nobody saw him.
He fell, spiraling towards the ground, and nothing and nobody would be able to save him from the collision with the hard and unforgiving ground.
The next thing he felt was the impact of something hard, a pole or the edge of the building, anything, with his shin, shattering the bones, ripping muscles and skin, sending hot spikes of pain through his body. Together with the pain in his back, he felt like burning from the inside. He had the sudden mental image of a phoenix, burning on the way to the ground, only to be reborn.
He wouldn’t be reborn, he realized with a sudden feeling of dread. He would be dead, shattered on the pavement like the bracelet, his life and identity extinguished.
That was his last coherent thought. The ground came up to him at an impossibly high speed. He was close enough for the people to notice him, and he could recognize faces now, eyes wide and mouths opened in shock and silent screams, pale faces, a child pulled protectively in the embrace of its mother, its head turned towards her stomach by her hands, to prevent it witnessing his death.
And then everything turned black.
Chapter 1
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
Author’s Notes: For Ginny and Dee. Now I’m curious if you find the Easter egg. *grins* Big Thank you to Evelyn/Attila who helped with the medical details. And reading this before-hand and telling me where it sucked most. Also thanks to Tine, who not only read this and told me that it’s okay, but also created incredible artwork for this fic. And thanks to Susie, who agreed to beta this monster, as well. Thank you. Not to mention Alex, wonderful, wonderful Alex *hugs very very tightly* I have no words to say how thankful I am.
Betas: Alex, Evelyn and Susie. Remaining mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
**
Prologue
**
He stood on the edge of the roof. The cold wind ripped at him and caused shivers to run over his whole body. It pulled at his clothes, his hair, and his smile, and when he looked down at the cars on the streets, he couldn’t help but laugh. He was too far up to see the people, only the occasional dot, and they certainly didn’t see him.
His muscles quivered in nervous anticipation, and his grin got only wider. Here he was, and he knew exactly what he wanted, and nobody would stop him.
Nobody could stop him. He was all alone up here. And nobody would expect him here.
For a brief moment, he wished that it was night, but then he shrugged and rolled up his right sleeve. Goosebumps broke out over his skin almost immediately. Around his wrist, the dull gleam of the worn metal of his bracelet caught his eye. He had worn it for so long now, it felt strange to remove it. It felt like a part of his body.
He laughed at his own thoughts and pulled it off – imprinted in the cheap metal was not only his number, but also his full name – Donald Flack, Jr. – and it felt liberating to hold the warm metal in his closed fist for a moment, keeping it warm, keeping it alive, before holding out his hand and opening it, finger for finger, until it fell, fell down, quickly disappearing from his sight. He imagined it meeting the pavement, breaking in a million little pieces, untraceable little pieces that nobody would be able to use anymore, or even put together, not even the CSIs. A jigsaw puzzle nobody could solve.
He didn’t care.
He wouldn’t need it any longer. He was free.
Don felt the wind pull at his grin as he stepped right on the edge of the building, stretched out his arms, and let himself fall.
He was flying.
His muscles worked, he knew they did, and he laughed at the feeling of wind rushing in his face. The wind stole his voice, his breath, and he could see the building race along him – the little dots under him had quickly grown into heads, into people, and he stretched his arms out towards them, when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.
He cried out, but the sound disappeared just as quickly as his laughter. Nobody heard him, nobody saw him.
He fell, spiraling towards the ground, and nothing and nobody would be able to save him from the collision with the hard and unforgiving ground.
The next thing he felt was the impact of something hard, a pole or the edge of the building, anything, with his shin, shattering the bones, ripping muscles and skin, sending hot spikes of pain through his body. Together with the pain in his back, he felt like burning from the inside. He had the sudden mental image of a phoenix, burning on the way to the ground, only to be reborn.
He wouldn’t be reborn, he realized with a sudden feeling of dread. He would be dead, shattered on the pavement like the bracelet, his life and identity extinguished.
That was his last coherent thought. The ground came up to him at an impossibly high speed. He was close enough for the people to notice him, and he could recognize faces now, eyes wide and mouths opened in shock and silent screams, pale faces, a child pulled protectively in the embrace of its mother, its head turned towards her stomach by her hands, to prevent it witnessing his death.
And then everything turned black.
Chapter 1