2 reviews for the last chapter, bit better, but come on guys! I NEED MORE!!

I've been playing with this chapter a lot in my head, been quiet at work so practically wrote this in my head whilst I was supposed to be working, got a bit distracted, kinda made a couple of mistakes. (oops) So you guys best appreciate this!

Also, I kinda flit between American and English vocab so don't get confused

Haunted by the past

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Revealing

"WELL THEN ITS A GOOD FUCKING JOB I'M NOT TAKING THEM ISN'T IT DANNY!"

Danny stood in shock, watching Lindsay walk away from him as quickly as she could, her feet were bare, her boots in her left hand, her right arm held out to the side to help her balance, she almost tripped over her feet a couple of times before he processed what she'd said.

"Wait...What... You're not taking your painkillers?" he said, jogging up behind her.

Lindsay shook her head as she climbed the steps to her building. "Just drop it Danny" She couldn't believe she'd just told him that, but he was pushing her and she just snapped. She couldn't take his nagging anymore. It reminded her of her mother, she would constantly ask how she was; ask why she was in her room for more than 30 minutes, even if she'd only been doing homework.

Danny stood a step lower than her, watching her fumbling in her bag for her keys. "No. Why aren't you taking them? You're hand must be killing you."

Lindsay found her keys and struggled to get them into the lock, "It's fine..." she missed the lock, "... it doesn't even..." she missed again, "...hurt anymo... AHA!"

She finally got the key into the door and it swung open with her still holding onto the key she tripped forwards, the only thing holding her up being the key in the door.

Danny moved up a step and stopped again shaking his head as he saw Lindsay wrestling with the key, trying to get it out of the lock. He saw her boots next to the door and picked them up as she made her way towards the elevator and took three attempts to press the button.

"You forgot these." He said dejectedly, confused as to why she was lying to him and why she hadn't been taking the painkillers. Had she just stopped taking them or had she never taken them?

Lindsay snatched the boots from his hand as the elevator door pinged open and stumbled in. Danny followed her quickly as she began angrily jabbing at the 3rd floor button, squinting her eyes to try and focus on the numbers.

Once Lindsay had finally managed to press the correct button and the doors had closed she backed into the corner of the small space, rested her head against the cold metal wall and closed her eyes.

Danny watched her, his mind racing, wondering what was going on in that head of hers. Her breathing was deep but even, like she was trying to calm down, like some sort of relaxation technique. He shifted on the spot and her eyes opened slowly, when her eyes met his her brow furrowed in anger and she pushed off the wall to stand closer to the door, waiting for it to open.

"You're following me." She said angrily.

The elevator stopped and she stumbled from the sudden lack of movement.

"I'm making sure you get home OK Linds." Danny replied as the doors opened.

Lindsay huffed and carefully took stepped out of the elevator, making her way towards her apartment, her left hand resting against the wall as she went to hold herself up, Danny cringed at the thought, how it must be hurting for her to put most of her weight onto it like that. Her bag was hanging off her left elbow and her boots were precariously gripped in her right hand. She was trying to walk in a straight line, putting one foot directly in front of the other, like she was walking on a tightrope. Danny stayed close behind, ready to catch her if she fell.

Lindsay finally reached the door and retrieved her key from her bag. Her eye lids were becoming heavier by the second and all she wanted to do was get into her apartment and sleep for a week, but that involved opening her eyes, lifting her head from its current position resting on her door and trying to get the key in the lock.

As if reading her mind Danny took the key from her hand and unlocked the door. He could see she was beginning to give in to the desire to sleep so extended his right arm over her shoulders to hold her up as he pushed the door open. As he did he worried that she might push him away like she had been for the past week but to his surprise she relaxed under his arm and rested her head against his chest.

Lindsay could feel sleep taking over as her head rested on Danny's chest, relaxed by the gentle rise and fall from his breathing. She inhaled deeply, relishing in his scent, allowing herself a minute of contentment.

As Danny guided Lindsay into her apartment, after closing the door with his foot, he dropped her keys onto the dresser by her door and took her purse and boots from her, placing them on the floor by the dresser. He could feel Lindsay's steps were becoming slower and more hesitant; she was quickly giving into sleep. So he swept her into his arms in one swift movement, his left arm coming under her knees, his right moving under her arms. Her head moved to his shoulder and her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. Danny couldn't believe the sudden change in her mood, one minute she was yelling at him, the next she was clinging onto him for dear life, granted she was intoxicated and practically unconscious, but Danny took it as a sign that maybe she didn't completely hate him.

Carefully making his way through her apartment Danny entered Lindsay's bedroom and sat her on the edge of the bed. As soon as she felt the soft mattress beneath her she laid down, her head resting on her hands, he feet still resting on the floor. She could hear Danny moving around the room, but her eyes felt so heavy, she didn't have the energy to open them, nor did she have the energy to tell him to leave. She had almost succumbed to slumber when she heard Danny speak.

After placing her on the bed Danny noticed some sweats on her floor and decided she would probably feel better sleeping in them than the jeans she was currently wearing.

"Hey, Linds...Linds...Don't fall asleep yet" he said as he crouched down next to her.

Lindsay opened her eyes to meet his and let out a barely audible grunt.

"Sleep Danny" she said, her voice breathy and exhausted.

Danny couldn't suppress a smile, she sounded like a child. He was just glad her eyes had closed again otherwise he was sure she would have attacked him again for laughing at her. He held up the sweats he had found, "Linds. Here. Put these on."

Again Lindsay opened her eyes and she sighed as she saw him holding out the sweatpants she'd taken off earlier. She slowly pushed herself into a seated position and held out her hand to take the item from Danny. Danny handed them to her and stood, turning his back to give her some privacy.

"Don't worry Montana, I won't look." He said, trying to lighten the mood from earlier, his heart rate calming as he heard a soft chuckle from her.

The room was silent before he heard her belt unbuckle, he was trying to suppress pictures in his head of Lindsay undressing. He heard as few small sighs and grunts before a crash and a sharp intake of breath.

As Lindsay was pulling her left leg out of her jeans she became unsteady on her feet and her legs became tangle, before she had chance to react she tumbled to the floor, catching the side of her head on her bed as she fell.

"Ow." Lindsay said as landed on the floor.

Danny reluctantly turned at the sound of Lindsay falling, "Linds, You alr... Shit" he said, his eyes reaching Lindsay, laid in a heap on the floor.

He quickly crouched down next to her as she was pulling herself into a seated position, her hand holding onto her head.

"Y'alright Montana?" he asked as her eyes began to open.

Danny couldn't believe the situation he had found himself in, crouching down in his drunken co-workers bedroom, next to her, half undressed, after he had carried her in. His eyes drifted momentarily to see how far she had gotten in changing herself; she still had one leg in her jeans he thought to himself as he chuckled lightly.

Lindsay noticed his gaze had left her face, but her intoxicated and now throbbing brain took too long to realise that she was still half undressed.

The smile left Danny's face as he noticed the angry red marks on her thighs. He took a sharp intake of breath and his hand unconsciously covered his mouth.

Lindsay's brain was beginning to catch up with her when she noticed the expression on Danny's face change. Her breath caught in her throat. Her hands began to tremble as a million thoughts ran through her intoxicated mind. Shit shit shit shit shit. Her hand left her head and tried to cover the marks on her legs, even though she knew it was too late, Danny's gaze hadn't moved, his eyes were frozen open, his hand still clamped over his mouth. Lindsay instinctively brought her knees up to her chest and enveloped them in her arms, tears began to form in her eyes and she began shaking her head.

"No, no, no, no, no..." was all she could get out before the tears began to fall.

I don't know if you guys noticed but there were a few little metaphors I threw in there, Lindsay 'walking the tightrope' (physically and emotionally) and Danny being ready to 'catch her if she fell'. Top marks to those that noticed them.

Quick question, this might sound stupid but what does AU and OOC stand for??

Oh, and REVEIW!! Or I might stop writing, again (btw, I am sorry 'bout that 'little' break)