So... This is a different kind of story of the usual; it just popped in my mind one day and decided to develop something around the idea. Hopefully the result is acceptable but you're gonna have to be the judges of that! This story is about Danny! (Sorry if I put him in most of my stories but he's such a cutie and he really is a nice carachter to portray in a story.) :P

Well... I'm gonna put the chapter here and if you like the idea just... well you know what to do right? Click the button on the bottom right and REVIEW!!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN MCFLY OR ANY AFFILIATES RELATED TO THEM; although I own the other caracthers I made up.

Hope You Enjoy

Miky

-Chapter One-

-Smoke And Pain-

"Don't take it as a punishment… take it as a help from us. We want to help you and if this is the only way… we're more than keen to try and give it a shot."

A tiny lamp was illuminating the whole room with its dimmed light. A frightened looking girl was peeking the shadowy figure of Danny, who, was standing with his back leaned on the white, nude wall.

The girl coughed a little… he didn't know if it was to be noticed or to break the heavy silence in the waiting room… he just didn't care. He just cared about the cigarette he was holding in his fingers and the pain he felt in his heart. These were the things he had to take with him every single day of his life… smoke and pain.

A man, sitting way far from everybody giggled uncomfortably then, in a high pitched voice he screamed: "FREEZE!".

The shy girl jumped at first, holding her knees in her arms, swinging back and forth and chanting something that Danny couldn't catch.

Where did the guys bring him? In a cage of fools??

"Aren't you afraid of the door?" the girl said finally, looking at him with her big, scared eyes. She seemed always at the edge of breaking down in tears. He tried to avoid her look and ignore her completely… but there was something about her eyes. They were full of that desperate fear he once saw in Lily's eyes… Lily… he couldn't help to feel a little ache in his heart. Or at least what was left of it.

"The door?!" he finally answered, taking a puff from the cigarette… uncaring of the big sign in front of him saying "DO NOT SMOKE."

"You're never been here before, haven't you?" she squealed, biting her lips furiously, as almost she wanted to bite them out.

"Got one thing right…" he said, unwilling to look at the girl once more. Too painful. That was not what he wanted. He wanted to forget but somehow… there was something blocking him; keeping him stuck with her memory.

"I've been here 123 times... I recognize the newbies." She said more calmly… the man in the back seemed to be fallen asleep in the meantime and her knees were now resting on the chair apparently peacefully.

"Well… it isn't helping much then." He giggled bitterly, keeping his gaze stuck on the floor.

"When I first came here… I couldn't be around anybody without trying to hurt myself. I was deathly scared of everything and everybody around me. Whatever your problem is… I'm sure Miss Roberts can solve it." She said, sure of her affirmation. But then, after those little shaky words he said to him… she sunk more into her shyness.

He decided to look up after some minutes… see this girl talking to him but when he raised his gaze she was already gone. Leaving nothing behind her. The old man still there.

"Daniel Jones?" a soft voice called from beside him. He looked up curiously and saw a gorgeous girl dressed in a white coat and with a pad in her hands.

"Present…" he said ironically, not being able to repel the urgent need to hide his evident pain behind a mask of sarcasm. That was his way out of everything.

"Did you come here because you're blind?" she asked suddenly, eying him calmly. She was used to that type of people.

"Excuse me?" he said, not catching the words of the woman standing beside him.

"You clearly didn't saw the sign that says "DO NOT SMOKE"." She said, tapping her cured fingernails on the pad; a sweet and amused smile curled on her lips.

"What makes you think I didn't saw it?!" he replied cheekily, throwing the butt of the cigarette on the ground below him and putting it out with the tip of his shoe.

"Please… step inside." She said, ignoring his last comment completely. He looked speechless because he was used of upsetting people with his cheeky, pesky behaviour. But she was just… amused in someway… sympathetic and amused. He hated the thought of speaking to her for the very first moment. He was not going to speak with that woman.

He sniffed and got into the room quickly, not bothering to turn around or to make sure she got in right.

He looked around and saw the room was actually quite cosy and warm… he felt a little relieved of that environment coming from that dark, narrow waiting room before.

There was a little couch on the side, facing a big window with view of a beautiful garden.

But he couldn't look at that view.

He crashed into a chair behind a desk and simply sat there… rubbing his temples and aching for a cigarette.

The lady then sat opposite him, a starchy smile on her face as she examined the patient she had to deal with. He looked somewhat reluctant to be there… he was going to be a tough one.

"So… Daniel Jones… are you willing to tell me something about yourself?!" she said, pulling her most calm and tranquil tone, seeking for the relax he obviously was searching. But she was far off… Danny simply ached for something he didn't have anymore.

"No." he simply stated, not even eyeing her but keeping his blue eyes stuck on the floor.

"Daniel… we're going to be here for a long time unless you don't start saying something. How am I supposed to help you if you're not willing to cooperate for your healing?" she said, ignorantly trying to comfort him… but those words just stabbed his already bleeding heart. And nothing good was going to come out of it.

"Healing?! I cannot be healed… be sure of that." He blurted out, his eyes flicking angrily from the psychiatrist to his fingers which were nervously searching for something to twist and break.

"Everyone can be healed Daniel… everybody." She repeated secure of her words. Danny just looked annoyed from all that.

"Look… lady… I didn't wanna come here in the first place. My friends dragged me here." He scoffed, fixing his leather jacket on his shoulders...in the last months he always wore that leather jacket… as almost he was wearing Lily on his shoulders. That was the jacket she bought him.

"If they brought you here there is a reason right?! Listen Danny… most of my patients are unwilling to talk to a stranger like me; I can understand that. But just think of me as a intermediate person who can listen to you talk about your problems and not be judgmental and everything… I'm here to help you. That's it. And oh… please call me Natalie." She said speaking with her smooth and almost hypnotising voice. Danny felt something rather reassuring in that lady… as almost she really didn't want to just sympathise and pat him on the shoulder. She wanted to help him. From the very bottom.

"Ok…" he said, bobbing his head in a way which led her believe that he was making baby-steps. Of course, they were very little, almost insignificant to every other person. But for her it was a start of something more bigger than that.

"Daniel… or Danny? Can I call you Danny?" she asked; trying to get him acquainted with her. That was her first goal for that day's appointment.

"Please do… nobody has called me Daniel since… well nobody's called me like that in a long time." He said, suddenly realising who actually used that name before that stranger.

"Danny… ok… how old are you Danny?!" she asked, taking mental notes of the thing he might had to say. She didn't wanna seem like taking evident notes in front of him. He obviously was in a very difficult place and surely wouldn't like to have someone write down his life for him.

"I'm about to be 26 this year… yeah… 26 on the 12th of March." He said, keeping his tone low.

"Good… I got a call from one of your friends I presume… his name was something like Thomas…" she started saying, smiling as he left out a tiny giggle.

"Tom… yeah… I figured." He simply mumbled behind his teeth while trying to flat one of his wild curls.

She looked at him carefully for the first time and she had to admit he was particularly gorgeous… yeah… he was hot.

She quickly shook away those feeling and continued saying, a little stammering though: "Oh yeah… as I said… he called me and said you needed help to recover from a terrible loss. First of all I feel like sympathies are in order…" she said gesturing in the air, a little uncomfortable with the situation creating in the room. She was getting aroused by a patience who was nearly hating her.

"Don't… I'm sick of people sympathising me for this." He said reprovingly, and for the first time Natalie felt like she was the one to blame.

"Of course… I'm so sorry." She stammered, trying in someway to repair the damage she was causing.

"Yeah… whatever…" he said, trying to sound as normal as possible but couldn't help those tears dwell up in his eyes again. He felt like a fool, crying in front of a stranger, but he just couldn't help it. He kept it inside for way too long now.

"Sorry… I feel like a fool." He sobbed, hiding his eyes behind his hands. The sobs getting louder and louder and he couldn't do anything to stop them… Lily just decided to creep back into his memory and to make him feel like nothing didn't matter anymore without her.

Suddenly he felt some soft hands on his skin and when he raised his gaze he saw Natalie holding them. Her lips weren't curled in an amused, customary smile like before…this time she wasn't ever trying to smile. She was just watching him, transmitting him all kinds of emotions which started to make him feel a little better.

He looked at her under his eyes and saw her for the first time completely.

She was quite tall… not too much though and she was still shorter than him even with high heels. Her dark auburn hair were hanging loose in curls over her shoulders and she had the most amazingly blue eyes, they were as clear as the winter snow.

Her body was slim and toned and he could tell that even from under the coat she was wearing.

Those tiny seconds of strange electricity between them however were suddenly interrupted by Natalie who, not louder than a whisper, said: "It's ok to cry… really. Do you feel like talking about her or not? I think it might help you…" she said, kneeling beside him, no longer afraid to keep the safety distance between them because she felt like Danny was no more hostile with her… he was actually quite happy to have someone by his side; he just had a hard time admitting this to himself.

"Where could I start??" he said puffing in resign… he just had no clue of what to say.

"You can start by telling me who she was… and what she meant to you." She said, trying to make him at ease by stroking his hand lightly.

"Lily… she was my wife." Danny said as he smiled pitifully at Natalie who seemed like frozen. It was no wonder Danny was so cold and broken. He had lost the woman of his life… he was married.

"I'm sure she was amazing Danny…" she said, trying to swallow that lump in her throat. Natalie didn't know if it was for Danny's wife or for the news that he had been married and lost his wife.

"Most of the time…" he said puzzlingly. His eyes were trying to remember the night they have met… it was so long time ago but he still remembered it like it was yesterday.

Natalie was waiting patiently by his side and then, smiling a little, he said: "Would you mind if I tell you how we met?!"

Natalie chuckled lightly, but not too strongly so that she could may seem disrespectful and she whispered: "Please…".

Danny smiled and before uttering a word he looked in her eyes… she smiled as almost she wanted to tell him she was there with no words… the most powerful way of persuasion and in fact… Danny began speaking.