AN: This is a collection of slashy drabbles mostly between Danny and Ward. Mostly fluff, maybe more explicit in the future.
Characters: Danny, Ward
Genre: Romance (fluff)
Chapter Rating: K+
Setting: S2, Episode: The Dragon Dies at Dawn
Summary: It's Walker guard duty. Danny is meditating and Ward is slightly out of his mind.
Pleasant Thoughts
"Have you ever tried to meditate?"
Are you serious?
Ward stared at the unique objects that rested themselves on shelves and hung from the walls. Each piece, foreign and strange, looked like it had found a home in Danny's apartment. He wondered why Danny would ask him such a preposterous question. He looked back at the man seated on the couch with a scruffy beard, unkempt hair and attire of a common street walker; not quite has homeless looking as their first encounter.
"You know that Chi talk of yours drives me up the wall."
Danny closed his eyes and rested his palms on his knees. "Well, maybe you wouldn't get driven up the wall so much if you tried it." He opened an eye to catch Ward's annoyed expression and smirked because it was so predictable.
Ward looked at the ceiling as a reminder to control his temper. He thought of Joy and was kind of relieved she was almost as unstable as he was. The difference was she could control her external expressions better. Ward sighed and walked towards Danny. "Ridiculous."
Danny shuffled over and patted the empty cushion. Ward sat down heavily and rubbed his hands together. "Okay Yoda, what do I do first?"
Danny laid a hand on Ward's knee and Ward immediately felt his whole body turn rigid.
"Umm…"
"This isn't like one of your business deals that you tackle with that hard head of yours." Danny smiled. "Relax."
Ward felt his nerves slowly fade. Danny always had a warmth about him no matter what mood he was in. Ward hadn't realized it before, but it was the one thing he admired most about him. Danny returned his hands to his knees and Ward did the same.
"Close your eyes."
Okay.
"Picture yourself somewhere pleasant. Like a rainforest, the beach—"
"Pent house suite of The Ritz-Carlton, at night, overlooking central park."
Danny gave him a puzzled expression. "Isn't there anywhere, not in the city, that you find…serene?"
No.
Ward had always been at the foreground of the company, there was no time for pleasure cruises.
"It's my pleasurable thought, right?"
Danny nodded. "Fair enough."
Ward closed his eyes again.
"Now imagine, as you're looking off of the balcony, that there is a large ball of light inside of your chest. It grows bigger when you inhale and becomes smaller when you exhale. Concentrate on the light and what it feels like as it expands and contracts inside of you."
Hmm. That feels…nice.
"Now imagine in the distance, you hear a familiar voice, laughing. You don't know why this person is laughing but you just know it sounds very pleasant."
Danny's laughing. I like his laugh.
"How does it make you feel?"
Warm.
Ward opened his eyes and gazed at Danny. "Like I'm with someone special."
Their eyes locked and Ward leaned closer.
