Title: I Can Save You –one shot
Rating: T
Summary: Danny has the chance to save Lindsay.....
Spoilers: end of season 3 I guess!
Author's Note: Just a random lil fic that came to me, not quite what I'd usually write, but thought it'd be good to go in a different direction!
Danny smiled as he saw Lindsay walking ahead of him, he was still trying to come to terms with the fact that she was his. His smile quickly turned into a frown as she began to run, her glossy brown hair flowing behind her in the breeze. He didn't think she was teasing him, surely she'd be looking over her shoulder and smiling, making sure he was following her? He began to run after her, but no matter how hard he pumped his legs he never seemed to gain any ground on her. He opened his mouth to call her name, but nothing came out.
As he tried harder to gain ground on Lindsay he saw a shadowy figure overtaking him on his left. Tall, broad and dressed head to toe in black, the figure almost blended with the dark shadowy evening. The moonlight glinting off something shiny in the figure's hand caught Danny's eye. It took a few seconds for his brain to register what it was the figure was holding, and it was only as it was a few paces behind Lindsay that Danny realised what it was. A knife. The moonlight reflected off the knife again as the figure raised it over it's head. Danny opened his mouth again, desperately trying to call out a warning as his legs pumped, but his voice failed him again, the same way his legs had failed to enable him to catch up with Lindsay.
He was powerless to do anything as the figure plunged the knife into Lindsay over and over. Danny buried his face in his hands and sobbed as Lindsay's screams rocked him to the very core. He'd failed her.
Danny shot bolt upright in bed, sweat streaming from every pore, his heart pounding in his chest as his lungs desperately struggled to suck in the air his lungs so urgently needed. He ran both of his hands over his face and forehead, wiping the sweat from his face. He couldn't remember a time he'd had such a horrific nightmare. He looked to the figure sleeping peacefully at the side of him. It was a small consolation that he hadn't woken Lindsay; she looked so serene as she slept.
He padded silently to the bathroom and relieved himself. He looked in the mirror over the sink as he splashed cool water on his face. "You're cracking up Messer." He whispered to his reflection before creeping back into the bedroom. Lindsay stirred slightly in her sleep as he slipped back into bed, delicately wrapping an arm around her sleeping figure. He murmured gently into her hair. "No-one's ever going to hurt my Montana."