Who: Danny Mahealani, Jackson Whittemore (Teen Wolf) What: Reunion and telling Jackson about Storybrooke. Where: Danny & Lydia's room. (If Lydia wants to come in, just lemme know!) When: Shortly after Jackson's arrival. Ratings/Warnings: TBD, likely low. Status: In Progress
Danny had spent the last few months wishing Jackson was here. Both because then he wouldn't feel quite so out of step with the rest of the people he knew, and because Danny had been wanting to lay into him since the day he found out Jackson had kept virtually half his life secret from Danny before he fucked off to London. Danny had tried to vent being angry at Stiles at first, but Stiles had been so unhinged that it'd been like kicking a puppy, and Danny had settled for worrying about him while being still frequently irked at him for being ridiculously stubborn. There was no point at being mad at anyone else, not really. They hadn't been close enough to him to have owed him any answers, save Lydia maybe, but she hadn't known until much later either.
But Jackson Danny could be mad at. And he was. Jackson might have apologized (which Danny of all people knew was not that common from his best friend), but it didn't change how screwed up it'd been in the first place. Danny half wanted to punch him, still.
And yet Danny still felt a little guilty that he was about to dump the news that he was possibly fictional right in Jackson's lap. It wasn't as if Danny hadn't done that to anyone else. (A dozen people or so, actually. Even if he hadn't meant to. It just kept happening.) But he'd deliberately thrown it at Jackson. Which was a dick move. Even if Danny still half thought Jackson deserved it.
He had to find out sooner or later though, so it might as well be from Danny. Who still might punch him afterward. Lydia probably deserved a first shot though, if punching happened. She was tiny, but Danny bet she could pack a punch anyway.
He dropped the PDA, getting up to go and get a drink - the kind that didn't have booze in it. The town was starting to get wiser about serving minors, so Danny was hoarding it for a bad day and he figured that should probably be AFTER he saw Jackson, not before. He was too restless to sit back down though and as soon as there was a knock on the door Danny called "it's open," instead of going to get it.
When the door swung open and Jackson stood there, Danny looked him over - automatically checking for bumps or bruises or anything wrong, because it wasn't like Jackson would have told him, even if he was dripping blood. But he looked fine. Exactly like Danny had last seen him. He didn't go to him though, and Jackson knew him well enough to see the anger still in the set of Danny's jaw and the arms he folded over his chest. Danny was glad to see him, despite everything. But he wasn't over being pissed off, either. "Hey," he said finally, just for something to say that wasn't calling Jackson an asshole. Again.