A/N: Just a little short start. A happy start-for a sad/angsty fic.
I only own Steven-who is gonna be the bad guy so bragging about that isn't very good LOL
Everything else I don't own-sadly
Enjoy:)
Even Angels Fall
15:31pm
Central park
He was gone. Half of her said that was good, the other half-screamed fear. She pulled down her top and rolled her skirt back down. Sighing, it took all of her strength to stand back up. Her eyes stung with the salty tears that were already falling from her eyes, and her hair was a mess, with leaves and dirt in it. She felt dirty, and longed for something to carry her home and erase everything. Longed for Danny's arms to protect her and his smooth words to circle her. It was still light, the sun still shone in the sky. It was a nice day. Until…
7 hours earlier
Lindsay opened her eyes, and squinted as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight creeping through the blinds. She smiled. For 2 weeks, it had rained in New York, and even though she loved the rain, and her Montana rain walks, she longed to see the sun. Now the rain had been dried, things were brightening up everywhere-especially between her and Danny. He had given her the key to his apartment over dinner. She didn't know whether that was an unspoken question; "will you move in with me," but she had to wait to see if he blurted it out one day. Dessert was even better than the dinner, and the dinner was delicious... it was because it was the first time they had actually been that close before Ruben had died. That was when they started a new leaf. And surprisingly they didn't have these awkward moments, they couldn't be closer-physically and emotionally.
She looked to the side of her, but to her confusion, it was empty. Where was Danny? It was strange for him to leave the bed before she had woken up. he would always stare at her, thinking she was asleep. Half the time she was fully aware that he was admiring her. He could be making breakfast. Lindsay tried to smell the air to catch a hint of any breakfast cooking, but all she could smell was a hint of Danny's smell. Nevertheless, that smell was better than the smell of Danny's breakfast, just a little bit better. Lindsay giggled. She loved Danny's food. He always cooked, mainly because everytime Lindsay cooked, she would burn it, or it would taste of feet. That was one of the things she had missed-his cooking. It was one of the things that she wouldn't let go off. She wasn't going to let anything or anyone tear her and Danny up again. Because it tore her up inside being alone, without him.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and winced as her bare feet met the cold wooden floor. She reached for a shirt that lay on the floor. It was Danny's jersey but she didn't mind. It was all she needed to cover herself, it was huge on her. She headed towards his…their kitchen. Could she call it theirs? She tried to remember last night, and before Danny had thrown her on the bed, he had said, "Let's go to our bedroom." Our. She smiled widely, but again, her smile vanished when she saw that he wasn't in the kitchen. She knew what to do.
She looked at the blackboard. It was a habit now.
She smiled as she read the message that Danny had written.
Montana
Don't worry, this isn't another snow day…well not really
Mac rang
Remember Steven, my old mate from Staten Island
Well he got in our labs as a new Lab Tech
I didn't want to wake you
I cooked you breakfast
Enjoy hunni
I Love you
D
X
Lindsay almost cried. He had said 'I love you'. It was the first time he had actually said anything like that. She knew he felt it, even if he hadn't said it. But now, she had confirmation. She turned around, and as if she was having déjà vu, a daisy sat in a cup. She smiled. Next to the daisy, piled on a plate, were pancakes with raspberries on. Danny knew that Lindsay didn't like strawberries, and she love raspberries. She smiled and took the plate into the bedroom, so she could change and eat. This was going to be a good day.