AN: So seeing as Danny was missing from the last episode I thought I'd write something simple for him about finding out that Jackson was actually alive. I know Danny is meant to be sweet/an all loving kinda guy but the idea wouldn't go away :P
Danny's heart stopped as he walks into school on Monday morning.
There had been rumours on Saturday that Jackson wasn't dead but how could they have been true? He'd seen the body, he'd held Lydia while she'd sobbed down his t-shirt. He'd cried himself to sleep and cried some more when he woke up the next day.
But then Stiles had text him. Told him to call the Whittemores. Told him that Jackson was okay. But how? How could that have been? And what was he meant to say to his best friends parents if the rumours had just been one sick joke.
So he'd stayed in his bedroom all weekend and switched off his phone. He'd ignored his parents and his little sister wondering how on earth he was going to get through school without Jackson.
Jackson the dickhead.
The dick who had taken his own life and not talked to Danny once about it before hand. Was Danny really that hard to talk to? He thought that they were closer than that. He'd asked Jackson that very same night if anything was wrong.
Danny told Jackson everything. Everything from being gay to being eye fucked by Miss Mathews in Physics. Jackson knew every little thing about him and here was with not a clue who his best friend was.
Was.
Because that was the point.
Jackson was meant to be dead.
Not leaning against the locker in his Armani polo shirt and chinos. Not playing with Lydia's hair and whispering no doubt what he was going to do to her after school.
But it was clear as day. Jackson Whittemore was standing twenty feet away, looking completely healthy. In fact he'd never looked better.
Once the shock wore off, the relief set in. Jackson was alive. His best friend was alive. He did all he could not to run over and tackle him to the ground with a massive hug.
Instead he grit his teeth and balled his hands into fists as he stomped over. Without so much as a greeting, he pulled his right hand back and punched Jackson square on the jaw.
Jackson stumbled back surprised, thumbing his busted lip.
"Danny, What-"
Danny couldn't stop the tears from forming. "Never do that to me ever again. Asshole." He didn't wait to see what Jackson would do next; instead he walked back down the hallway nursing his hand.
He faintly heard Jackson say something to Lydia as he went before he heard the spoilt teen call after him. "Danny, wait up."
Danny couldn't stop his legs from slowing down automatically, until Jackson was in step with him. "I'll never do that again. I promise."
Danny shrugged as he blinked the tears away. "Yeah, well. I only got mad because you didn't sign your car over to me."
Jackson put his arm around him. "Yeah. I should have done that." And then Danny heard two words that he'd never heard Jackson say in the 10 years that he had know him. "I'm sorry."
And instantly Danny knew he's not sorry about the car.
They shared a look that said it all until Jackson shook his head grinning.
"When the hell did you learn to throw a punch like that?"
Danny grinned back. "You go to know these things when your best friend is a prick."
So what do you think? A more happy ending than my usual Teen Wolf fics :P
Reviews would be great!
DDF
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