A/N: This is for the people who said that I couldn't write a fic. But I can, it's the fact that I didn't have time to put it up yet. And I didn't say anything about 'Linday's' story not having drama, all I said was that I personally didn't like it.
Of Crying and Caring
It was raining.
On the outside and in.
Nothing but cold wet rain that chills the bone and spirit.
Danny Jones could do nothing but sit on the couch and stare at the cell phone charging on the side table, fat, unabashed tears rolling down his cheeks. Hoping, praying for it to ring, for the one number that he'd answer to show up on the screen, for the voice on the other end to be the one he was longing to hear.
Why wasn't he calling? He knows that he lover would call if he could.
Did that mean he couldn't?
He reaches for the phone and stops himself. Calling would only make things worse. Would only strain things more. Would only tear them apart further.
He doesn't care.
He's halfway through dialing when the doorbell rings.
A disgruntled sigh and three more impatient rings later, he's turning the locks without even looking through the peephole. Even before the door is opened halfway, something big and wet envelopes him, knocking him to the floor.
There is a momentary panic and then relief as he finds himself staring up into bloodshot, blue eyes.
They kiss.
He knows they should break for air. He knows he should shut the door. He knows he should ask any of the million different questions racing through his mind.
He doesn't care.
The only thing that matters is him. Dougie.
When they finally do break, they part, if only for the moment. Danny closes the door and Dougie heads off to take a warm shower. He sits on the couch and fidgets.
And fidgets.
And fidgets.
He hears the water turn off and fights against the urge to jump his boyfriends before he even makes it out of the bathroom. He wins.
The blonde/brunette comes out, apologizing for having to borrow a towel. Then he sits, pulling Danny into a bone crushing hug of longing and joy.
When they part, Dougie beings to speak, silenced for a moment by Danny resting his head on his shoulder. He continues, telling how he fought with his mother, how she called his father and how he rushed home to fight with his son. Danny notices a bluish purple tinting to his Dougie's cheek and traces it with his lips, a silent apology.
Then Dougie smiles, a wide, happy grin that lights his features better than a bulb. He says he's been kicked out until the end of time and asks if he can stay with Danny for a while.
His answer is a positive one that comes in the form of lips pressed against his.
Danny wonders what will happen when Dougie and his family make up, when Jazzie, his sister, wants him back home, what will happen beyond that.
Then he realizes he doesn't care.
The End