Drache-Königin (edincoat) wrote in makrothumia, @ 2009-01-11 02:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | ff-fandom: without a trace, ff-length: 1 to 5k, ff-rating: all, ff-type: slash |
wat/ when old gods wake
Title: when old gods wake
Author: Kjata (edincoat)
Characters & Pairings: Jack Malone, Samantha Spade, Viviane Johnson, Elena Delgado, Danny Taylor/Martin Fitzgerald
Fandom: Without A Trace
Rating & Warnings: PG, WAFF alert please and thank you.
Theme & Community: August 27th 08, Slightly out of character, 31_days
Words: ~1600
Disclaimer: Characters, Setting, and Original Content that this fic is based upon belongs to those who own them - Namely, anyone but me.
Original Post: here
"So, have you figured it out yet?" Danny asks him one day in the middle of shift, walking up behind him as quiet as a ninja and surprising him while focusing on a report.
He spins around in his chair, looks up at arms-crossed and smirk present partner, and replies, "Figured what out?"
Danny uncrosses his arms, makes a vague hand gesture that could mean anything really, and says, "If you have to ask, it means you obviously haven't."
Then he turns and goes back to his desk, while Martin sits there and wonders if maybe he hit his head this morning.
Yes, he hit his head this morning. He hit it so hard, he is currently bleeding and unconscious in the middle of his flat, suffering from a delusional dream that is designed to alert him to the getting-closer-to-death-now bit that is really and truly going on with him in the real world. Because this? This isn't real, not by a long shot.
So he hunches forward, ignores Danny behind him, and closes his eyes. Tells himself under his breath, "wake up wake up wake up," and hopes it will work. Sort of like Dorothy's ruby slippers. But not.
Sam approaches cautiously, he can tell it's her by the clicking of her heels on the floor, and she says softly to him, "Are you going to do anything about Danny?"
Opens his eyes, permits himself the luxury of looking up at her with sheer incredulity, and then shakes his head no. "What is there that I could do?"
She looks a bit scared, though in a Samantha Spade way not a freaked out co-worker way, and she glances over at their co-worker's current escapade, then looks away. Turns so that her back is to Danny--like Martin figured out how to do ages ago--and makes sure to examine a blank piece of paper very very seriously.
"He's stuck on a loop, I don't know. Stop him."
Martin wonders when it became his job to manage one Danny Taylor, and decides against asking her. He might get an answer, and that just wouldn't do. "If he was a robot I'd reboot him. But he isn't."
And he peers over his shoulder, takes in the scene. Danny gesturing wildly, trying to teach Elena how to line dance but add a Latin flavour to it. Viviane watching with intense curiosity, like she really wants to know this. Elena going along with things but looking bewildered and a tiny bit frightened and like she might just want to punch Danny if this goes on for much longer.
He turns away again, and says, "I don't see Jack, where is he?"
Sam replies, "In his office hiding."
He sighs, shoves himself upwards, and pats her on the shoulder in sympathy. Then he heads for the break room in a zigzag pattern, because when one is under fire, that is what one does to avoid getting hit.
And in this case, it is what one does to avoid getting caught in Danny's shenanigans.
They leave the building that their missing person lives in and stop outside, breathing in the cold air and looking up at the sky to see snowflakes tumble down upon them. Martin left his gloves at the office before they left, thinking that he was safe, and he curses softly at Mother Nature like a mature person and shoves his hands into his pockets with a sulk.
Danny leans in close next to him, and asks, "So, have you figured it out yet?"
He looks at him using the corner of his eyes, raises his eyebrows. Says in return, "Figured out what, Danny?"
The older man sighs, pulls away and shrugs at the heavens in a gesture that says "why me" in universal tongues. "Like I said, Martin. If you have to ask, you haven't."
Something inside him snaps, probably his sanity, and he pulls his hands out from the coat frostbite be damned and pokes Danny in the shoulder. Pokes again when it gets zero reaction, then settles for shoving him hard enough to make his partner slip and tumble into the snow-covered sidewalk.
Danny gapes up at him from his undignified position on the ground, and does the best manly shriek in the city. Yells at him a little, saying "What the hell Martin?"
"If you don't tell me what's going on now," he says, fists on hips and legs spread to look very menacing indeed, "then I will hurt you. A lot."
Danny yells back at him, because apparently his voice box is stuck on high now that he's laying in freezing cold snow, "Then what was that? A gesture of friendship? You pushed me, damnit!"
He does his best evil grin--which is quite evil, or so his nieces have told him on occasion--and resists the urge to laugh. "If you think a little shove is pain, then you'll be really easy."
He knows he is acting unlike himself, but Danny is too, so the shocked and offended expression that he is getting really isn't fair. That doesn't mean he's going to not carry out his threat, however.
He starts the next day, because doing it immediately wouldn't pack enough punch. Besides, after Danny picked himself up and brushed himself off, he did his best to stay five feet or more away from him at all times, until they could go home and rest a bit before coming back to find the girl.
And they did find the girl--he supposes he could call her woman, or lady even, but she had pink frills for curtains, and he's sorry but no--and they found her relatively soon, so all there was were reports and waiting for the phone call that would give them something else to do.
So he starts the next day, after things have died down a bit, and he can revel in his underhandedness.
He brings Danny coffee, puts it on his desk and walks back to his own without saying anything. Martin has always known how the man took his coffee and Danny knows it, so there are certain expectations to be put forth when one or the other helps out and gets a piping hot beverage for two.
Danny makes an odd gurgling noise after the first sip, and he resists the urge to put on the evil grin again.
It is Thursday, and provided they aren't stuck on a case, it is pizza night. So they meet at the restaurant closer to Danny's flat than his own, place their order, and settle for staring at one another in silence.
Danny speaks first after a while, asks yet again, "Figured it out?"
Martin lets his head fall onto the tabletop with a thunk, and groans. "I won't know unless you tell me, Danny."
Danny's leg does this nervous jumping thing under the table, and he watches it and thinks to himself, "huh."
Jack walks up to him while he's playing solitaire on his computer, and asks in monotone if he's going to do something about Danny yet.
He looks up at him mid-click, and says in return, "Sam sent you, didn't she?" He does not add the the coward that he wishes he could to that question.
His boss nods in the direction of currently-giving-a-puppet-show Danny and then gives him one of those patented looks that will make you feel like dirt if it stays on your person for longer than ten seconds. Says, "He's your best friend, and if you don't do something, I'll do something."
Martin watches Jack walk away, and wishes the panic in his gut would go away, along with the certainty that if he lets Danny get sat upon by Jack Malone, he will feel guiltier than sin.
So he stands up, walks over to his partner, wraps an arm around his waist--why not his shoulders he doesn't know, but he is pretty sure this will get the guy's attention, so he doesn’t try to adjust--and hauls him away from the lamp before he can do more damage. Ignores the sputters and broken words of protest that Danny manages to eject from his mouth as they get to the empty side hallway, and doesn't let go when they finally stop.
Danny opens his mouth to say something, but he interjects before a sound can be made.
"I swear to God Danny, ask me if I've figured it out and I will throw you through the next available pane of glass."
Special Agent Danny Taylor's mouth shuts with a snap--with a genuine snap, really it does--and blinks. Blinks again, twists his head just so, and stares down at Martin for a minute. Which would really make him nervous, but he's angry and slightly uncomfortable in the current position that he's holding Danny in, so he doesn't acknowledge it and chooses instead to raise his eyebrows and wait.
He is genuinely surprised when Danny ducks his head down to kiss him solidly on the mouth, but he manages a coherent thought, something along the lines of ‘oh, well, that explains a lot.’ Except it doesn’t, not by far, but he isn’t going to continue along that vein until after this is over so he just leaves it at it explaining a lot and presses back a little to show reciprocation.
And Danny pulls away, a smirk on his face, and he asks, “Figured it out, yet?”
Martin groans, lets his arm drop away from Danny’s waist, and takes a step back. Says, “Damnit, Danny,” and shakes his head in exasperation. Then on a moment of spontaneity, steps close again with hands grabbing fistfuls of his best friend’s suit jacket, and pulls the man down for another kiss.
He still isn’t one hundred percent sure about what is going on with Danny and in turn, what is going on with him, but he has a good idea that this might have something to do with it.