Title: Seaside

Author: daytimedrama

Pairing: Danny/Lindsay

Genre: Angst

Rating: T some swearing

Summary: Danny tries to find Lindsay in one of the last places they were happy. Can he doe anything to fix what he has broken? post 416.

A/N: I'm still really mad so my writing reflects that a bit.

"How'd you find me?"

"I thought you might come back here," it was the same room. The same light blue comforter on the crisply made bed. She was sitting on a white wicker chair, looking out the window to the ocean below. She still hadn't turned around. He could see her head turn away from him; her eyes trailed over the bed to her right. She shook her head and looked out the window again. Remembering better times in this room, which were now tainted by his betrayal.

"How'd you really find me?"

"Stella." She sighed. She knew she should have never told Stella where she was going. He had looked everywhere for her, but it seemed he couldn't remember anything she liked. He wasn't allowed that privilege anymore.

"I really think we need to talk," but he had already said the things that hurt the most. Done the things that hurt the most.

"I don't. You have nothing to say that I want to hear," her voice was so cold now,

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't you dare pity me," she said venomously, turning in her chair to look at him.

"I'm just so sorry."

"Well don't be. You probably did me a favor." Her voice was not the normal smooth soft tone; rather it was cold and cutting.

He didn't say anything.

"Yeah just when I was getting some foolish notions about love, well.." she laughed sardonically. "I must have been kidding myself. Wanting to be in love with you. I had created such a fantasy of you in my mind. Hot sex. Fun to be around. You were so supportive before we got together. Since when does that equal true love? Yep. you did me a real favor."

"Lindsay it wasn't like that. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"No you just had to fuck another girl, to make yourself feel better. You make me sick."

"I really fucked up. I've been so messed up since Ruben.." She cut him off.

"Don't. Don't give me these excuses. You just look pathetic. It's embarrassing. Don't talk to me like I don't know. I know what it's like to grieve." He knew too well how bad her grieving was. He knew it was something she carried constantly but she didn't let it consume her anymore.

He had nothing to say. She was completely right, and if he could even feel worse, he did now.

"I get it, if you just wanted something casual with me or if you were tired of me, Fine. But to not even have the balls to break up with me? I guess maybe you were too busy. Such a busy schedule, too busy fucking her to call me up and say, 'hey Lindsay, it's not really working, I just want to be friends and I want to fuck other girls, so yeah I'll see you at work'. The really sad part is, I don't even want your friendship anymore. I don't even know you anymore. And the man I see now isn't someone I ever want to be friends with. You've been selfish and inconsiderate and I can never trust you again, I can never respect you again. I just want you to leave. You've even ruined this place for me."

"I hate myself for doing this to you."

"Don't waste your time. I should have known this all along. It was my mistake for thinking better of you."

"You didn't deserve this."

"No. I didn't." she gave a sad smile. "You know I always dreamt what it would be like if you and I were in this room again." He remembered how wonderful their weekend was. How happy he was, how happy they were. He would give anything to have that back.

"Now I can only think of your lips on hers. Her nails on your back. And I don't feel anything."