So, most of us are pissed off at Danny no matter how much we love him! We're still pissed off. He messed up! I'm sick and tired of reading stories of Lindsay being so weak and seeming unable to move on! I'm a huge D/L fan but here's a story that reaches out to the other mad fans.

Disclaimer: You know I don't own the show or its characters so don't sue.

Chapter 1

"What a jack ass."

"You don't have to say that…"

" I'm serious and I can't say it enough."

Lindsay gave Flack a weak smile, "You don't have to say it because, believe me, I know."

" Linds…I feel I should be making some excuse for Danny's behavior and try to pawn off the lame excuse of his guilt about Ruben, but…"

" But guilt shouldn't have been the reason he slept with her."

Don nodded glad that Lindsay was pulling the words he just couldn't get out. His own guilt was clouding him over and his judgment as he pulled the stoic Lindsay in for a hug. He was getting really worried about the monotonous way she was carrying herself ever since Danny told her what happened between him and Rikki. He breathed in the scent of her hair for his comfort more than hers. Since the day she revealed the reason behind the tension between her and Danny in that eerily calm way he felt as if he lost both of his best friends. He couldn't look at Danny without wanting to do physical harm to him. However, he was grateful that Lindsay's been confiding in him. They'd both been working over time in and out of the lab to check up on Danny and cover for him when needed and surged a different bond without knowing.

How does he do this to her? Don asked himself while holding the sweet smelling Montana native.

Why did he do this to her?

"Don, thanks for all this but I'm good," Lindsay said pulling away from the hug.

"What…?"

"I'm really not this fragile flower people keep making myself out to be."

"I know that, Linds, but…"

"I'll be fine, really! I was Lindsay Monroe before Messer and I'll be her after," Lindsay Monroe said with forced conviction.

"I never said…" Don tried to interject.

"Don't you have a date, Don? Or maybe you would if you weren't such a chicken with Ang…"

Lindsay's rambling was silenced by Don's short kiss. Nothing romantic and lasting about five seconds but enough to leave both shaken.

"Wow, is that how you make all your friends feel better?" Lindsay tried breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Wow, how much more cliché can I get, she thought.

"Lindsay, I was trying to get you to shut up for a minute so I can tell you I'm not here because I pity you, but because I want to be here." Don said grabbing her by the shoulder and shaking lightly.

"But,"

Don promptly used his method of shutting her up once again.

"I'm gonna get on the phone order us some food and then we're gonna sit on this couch and talk about whatever or not talk at all, got it?" he asked.

Lindsay just nodded not trusting herself to form coherent sentences.