Title: Fall of the leaves
Author:
Petite Etoile
Beta:
Alenka
Translation: dinnchik
English Beta: Donna Costello
Rating: PG
Paring:
Mac/Danny
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: This is the third part of the "Seasons" serie– The Fall
Никого не пощадила эта осень
(The
Fall has spared
no one)
Даже
солнце не в ту сторону упало.
(Even
the sun has set in the east)
Вот
и листья
разлетаются как
гости
(And
you can see the leaves flying away)
После
бала, после
бала, после
бала…
(Like guests after the party)
"I
like the fall" – whispered Danny lying motionless in Mac's
arms, - "I don't know how to explain that but I associate it with
you".
Mac lay beside him and slowly stroked his blonde hair.
When Danny uttered that philosophically he just hemmed.
"I'm
serious, Mac. Just think. On one hand – the fall is not summer
already.
"Valuable remark" - Mac teased his lover.
Danny
rolled over on his stomach to look at Mac.
"I
mean, you are not a boy, but a man over 45You are
many-sided. No, wait. You are multicolored. Like the fall of the
leaves. You're like rough seasoned wine. To understand you, one
must taste you well you well."
Mac said nothing, just looked
into the younger CSI's eyes closely. They were as blue as the sky.
"I always loved autumn for the fall of the leaves" – Danny
kept on – "Know what, when I was a child, I adored coming to the
park in windy weather. The leaves flew pass me: vinous, yellow,
green… I'd lay down on the large heap of fallen leaves and watchthe clouds passing by. And I felt free. Free of the worries and
problems of the day. The only thing that mattered was the fall of
leaves. And, you know, I used to invent stories about the
leaves".
"Danny" – whispered Mac – "What happened to
you lately? You used to be reserved and know…"
Danny
moved closer and kissed Mac, gently and swiftly.
"I just
realized that I'd found my happiness. What'd happened to us
reminded me of one of the stories I invented"
A deep sigh escaped Danny's lips.
"Once
in late autumn I came to the park. There were nearly no leaves on the
trees. But there were some on one old oak tree. It was as if they
were pasted to each otherSo those two leaves quivered under
the gust of the wind. I looked at them and waited for the wind to
tear them away. Finally one of them gave up and whirled in the rhythm
of the wind. It was strange but the second leaf immediately followed
the first one. It seemed trying its best to catch up the other one.
And it succeeded right before falling to the earth. In spite of all
obstacles they were together again".
Danny put his head on
Mac's shoulder.
"So I picked them up. I thought
they'd endured
a lot. I
kept them, dried
them and put
under glass
They're like
us. No matter what fate
brought us, we ended up together all the same.
Mac smiled.
Sometimes Danny grasped the life like a child:
enthusiastically, as if it were a miracle.
"Let's go to the
park" – he offered - "You can show me that oak tree".
"Do
you really want that?" – Danny asked, and his eyes beamed with
that spark of happiness, which had attracted Mac's attention when
they first met, and which Mac tried to retain in his lover in spite
of all difficulties they had had to overcome.
"Yes, I want
that" – whispered Mac – "But first, I think, we should have a
sleep"
Danny nodded and soon dozed off. But Mac didn'; he lay there and watched the opposite wall where two oak leaves rested in amber frame.