Title: Siúil A Rún

Disclaimer:SeriousSlash.Strong Violence. Angst. Language.

POV: Danny


Chapter One: Blink

I lean forward, my arms spread. The air rushes up at me. The building impressive in its height. I feel like a bird. My wings spread to catch the best the wind has for me. I close my eyes. Waiting. Falling. Letting the pain seep from my body. Saying goodbye to the sadness. Wishing all the luck and happiness to everyone I leave behind. Tomorrow is another day. A day to start a new.

I lean a little farther forward. I feel my balance shifting. A little more and I'll be gone, soaring to like the doomed Icarus. Arms wrap around my waist. The force almost sending me over but pulling me back at the same time. I yell out in anger. Flack pulls me into him. Taking me from the promise of freedom the wind holds for me. I struggle to get away from him. He pulls me by the hand and we stand side-by-side on the ledge.

"If you go, I go with," he says. He steps out over the ledge, drawing me along with him.

I sit up in bed, drenched in sweat. The last of the dream melts away into the night, leaving me with a chill. With shaking hands I reach for the white bottle on the night stand. I pop the cap and pour a pill into my hand. I take it. A glass of water sits beside the bottle. I pick it up and start drinking. A light in the living room flips on. I notice it only out of the corner of my eye.

"Danny, you okay?"

Flack's voice is unexpected. He scares me, causing me to inhale while I'm drinking. I set the glass down before the coughing starts to take over my body. It hurts. Flack sits beside me on the bed and begins to rub my back, easing the problem away. Slowly I regain my composure. Flack keeps rubbing my back.

"Bad dream?" He asks softly.

I nod.

"Still wish you would talk to me, Danny-boy," he mutters hurtfully.

I shift my body so that I'm facing the window, not him.

"Fine, I'm sorry that I screwed up your master plan, Daniel. I love you and don't even want to think of being without you. However, if you so desire to throw yourself off the top of your own apartment building, I'll take you right back up there."

"No you wouldn't," I mumble ever so softly.

"Excuse me? Did you say something?"

I turn to give him a quick look. "Let me be, Don. Why couldn't you just let me go?"

Something inside him snaps. The next thing I know I'm laying on my back with Flack straddling me, his hands holding my shoulders to the bed. Anger mixes with despair and his eyes are dull.

"Wake up, Danny," he says forcefully. "What the hell is wrong with you? I know you miss Aiden but is she worth killing yourself for? Would jumping off the roof really make you feel better? Would it?"

"Get off me."

"No, not until you answer my questions." His anger has weakened a little.

"Do you want me to break down and cry like a big baby, telling you how sorry that I am? Well I got news for you, Donald Flack; it's not going to happen. Now get off of me."

"No," he shakes his head. The tears finally break free of his eyes. He gives them no notice.

A stab of pain begins to grow in my chest. I've never seen Flack so vulnerable. So broken and emotional. Something inside me weakens. It gives way to the growing need inside. He loves me. He pulled me from the ledge into his waiting arms. All in one breath he told me how he found my note earlier than I had wished. It slipped from his wallet when he reached to show something to a colleague. The note wasn't cryptic to him. He understood right away what was being said. He just didn't want to believe it. Still, he came. He came for me and now I'm being ever so mean to him.

The anger leaves me on swift wings. I reach out to pull him closer to me. Hopefully my kiss tells him that I want him more now than I ever had before. His want isn't hidden from me. The fire has been stoked and there's no putting it out. Emotions have taken over. Death touched a little too close. Now it's time to return ourselves to life and the feelings that keep us bound to earth.

Unlike the first two times Flack doesn't stop to tell me that I can still back at. Good, I don't want to hear it. I've been down this road we're taking before. I traveled it with him and I'm willing to go along for the ride again. My hands work at the buttons of his shirt. The feel of him so close set a fire blazing inside me. I have his shirt undone and I'm working on his pants when someone knocks at the door. My gaze shifts to the glowing red lights of the alarm clock. It's after ten. Kind of late to be making a call. The knocking gets more persistent.

Flack moves from the bed. "I'm going to answer that or they'll never go away." He begins buttoning his shirt back up.

All that hard work…If he loved you enough, he wouldn't get up to answer the door.

I roll over on my side. The mood is gone. I only feel chilled and alone; expect for my friend, darkness. My eyes fall on the label of the medication. A thought slowly forms in my mind. Flack is talking softly to someone at my door. A feeling begins to grow inside.

Pick up the bottle, Danny, come on, you know you want to. Do it.

With a shaking hand I pick it up, open the small draw in the table, and close it away inside. Now that the temptation is gone the thought floats away. I close my eyes. Flack returns to the bedroom. He climbs into the bed behind me. The fire inside receives a slight stoke as he drapes his arm over my side and rests his hand on my bare chest. He feels so warm.

"You okay?"

"Fine," I lie.

"That was Mac" He pauses, waiting for me to say something. When I don't he continues on. "He was just wondering if you were okay. I think he was a little surprised to see me here. I take it he doesn't know about us?"

"No," I whisper. I'm half asleep.

"We could tell him."

I'm not sure my reply comes out the way it should. My body is losing the fight to stay awake. The Sandman draws me farther and farther into his domain. Willingly, I give. Flack senses that I'm swiftly falling asleep. He moves his arm a little. I reach out and grab him, pulling him back.

"Stay."

"Always." He settles in behind me, pulling me closer. "Always."