Short one shot inspired by a rant my friend left me on IM. This is dedicated to her. Thanks for the idea and I love you Kris.
All mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Lindsay was tired, after working 14 straight hours, all she wanted to do was go to bed and sleep off the stress that had built up over the past few weeks. With Danny still not talking to anyone and pushing everyone away, Lindsay was pushing back and it felt like it wasn't working. She tried over and over to get him to talk, to express his feelings, but Lindsay forgot about one thing.
He was a man.
Throwing her purse and keys on a nearby table, she headed over to her Apple and started the computer up. Several minutes later, her IM was up and she stared at the control panel. Danny wasn't on. Sighing, she stretched and decided to take a shower before she came back out to get something quick to eat and go to sleep. She disappeared into the bathroom and 15 minutes later, walked out in sweats and in her hand a towel that was busy drying her hair. Lindsay headed into the kitchen and pulled out a yogurt and a spoon and began eating.
She looked over at her computer and sighed. She wanted to look at the screen, but at the same time she knew all it would hold would be disappointment. Biting her lip, she shuffled over to the computer and dropped down in front of it. Curiosity killed the cat, she could say.
Lindsay at first was shocked at what was up on her computer, but shook her head and made the IM window bigger so it was easier to read. Danny had written a whole email to her…
BaseballMesser says:
Hey Lindsay, umm… It's Danny. Look, I've been a jerk for the past couple of weeks. No, I haven't been a jerk, I've been an asshole. I really wanted to talk to you, so badly, but I had no courage to go over and talk to you.
At this point, there was short lure in his letter, than it picked up again…
BaseballMesser says:
I really should look at it from two sides. You have been through this; you know how to heal, or how to help lessen the pain. Though something in my mind was telling me that you were younger, you couldn't do anything about the murder of your four friends. Than someone told me that it shouldn't matter. You got through the pain and you could help me with that. Not matter how I wanted to look at it.
Pause.
BaseballMesser says:
Linds… you have been my pillar of strength for so long. And I wanted to be that for you too. I didn't want you to see me weak. It scared me to think of what you would have thought of me because I cried in front of you. You are the one thing that gets me through this thing called life sometimes. It can get so complicated that it's good to know that there is always someone there willing to lend an ear, or not get mad at me when I type of whole crap load on her IM box and not talking to her face to face…. face to face… now that's an idea.
The conversation ended there. Lindsay sat back in her chair and looked a little confused at the end of the message. After minutes of sitting, staring off into space, a knock at the door brought her back to earth. Looking at her front door, she stood up and walked over to the door and slowly opened it. There stood Danny, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his hair all out of sorts and sleep still in his eyes.
"I think I'm ready to talk face to face."
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