To 2001!
By Skye Rocket
Chapter 24
Disclaimer: I do not own, want to own or claim to own any of the characters or ideas of Pearl Harbor. Also, I do not own any types of products, media or anything else mentioned herein. Thank you very much.
Author's Note: Still driving, but now it is the day after I last wrote. I have to have something to do, right? LOL. Things are getting better, I suppose, but we just drove by a nuclear power plant. Spooky, huh?
**** I had made the stupid mistake of leaving our door unlocked. Well, actually Rafe had, so I can't take the blame. Lionel walked right into our foyer and looked up at me where I was sitting with Danny on the couch.
"Skye! Do you want to play? Let's go play town!" Lionel shouted, feet still rooted in the foyer. I quickly pulled myself away from Danny.
"Uh.Lionel, Allen isn't here, and I'm a little busy," I said loudly down to him. I brushed a stray hair out of my eyes. Why wasn't he leaving?
"Okay. I'll miss you!" he yelled back(and I knew he meant it), running out the door and letting the screen slam shut with a dull thud. I let out a huge sigh of relief and slumped back. Meanwhile, Danny had picked up the box of tissues sitting on our end table and was wiping his eyes and blowing his nose.
I rose slowly from the sofa, but then hurried down the stair to lock the door and straighten our rug in the foyer where Lionel had shuffled his feet over it and set it all weird on the ground. I took my time going back up the stairs. I really was a little wary of any further confrontations that day with Danny.
"Danny?" I asked. Well, so much for not speaking for a little while to him.
"What?" he replied softly in kitchen.
"I'm sorry. Really. That was the worst thing I have ever said to anyone. I swear." My first actually good apology. Not bad, considering I'd never done it before, at least so I meant it.
"No, Skye, you were right. Evelyn obviously doesn't care about me anymore. Maybe she never did," Danny said. "Who could blame her?" he added, repeating what he had said early, in a way. I ran over to him and took his hands in mine.
"Don't you ever say that ever again, Daniel Walker. You are sweet and kind, and attractive, and smart, and you are just perfect. Don't worry about what Evelyn thinks! If she can't see what I see, then it isn't worth worrying about!" I proclaimed loudly, hoping people might hear me out the windows.
"Thank you, Skye," he whispered softly. My ears turned bright red, and I blushed brightly.
"Anytime," I said with a soft sigh. I walked into the living room and sat down again on the couch, migraine returning to me again. Danny followed me in there, lying down on the sofa next to me. I grasped his hand and gave it a semi-reassuring squeeze.
"Are you all right, homeskillet?" I asked lamely. Danny stared at me from where he sat, upside down. I should really easy up on the slang, I thought, semi-guiltily. I placed a cool hand on his head before he could answer. His forehead was on fire.
"Yeah, I'm.I'm fine," Danny tried faintly.
"Nooo you aren't," I said forcefully. "Let me get the thermometer. I'll be right back." I left him lying on the sofa as I shuffled down the hall. I plucked the thermometer out of the case in the medicine cabinet and walked back to the living room.
I sat on my feet and he lay back against my knees. I placed the thermometer in his mouth.
"We have to wait three minutes. It's a really crappy thermometer," I explained. Danny smiled and shifted his weight around, sighing contently. I kissed his hot, lightly sweaty forehead tenderly, petting his hair gently.
"Sorry to-," Danny began in his slow, Southern accent. I put a finger to his lips.
"Shh, I can't get an accurate temperature if you talk too much. Just wait a little while, Danny, be patient," I cooed softly to him, when he had closed his eyes. I sighed slowly and continued stroking his hair gently.
"I'm-." Obviously, Danny wasn't getting the message. I placed my finger to his lips again, hoping to silence him.
"I mean it, sweetie," I whispered, leaning over him and saying it into his ear softly. "Be quiet. Or we won't know just how sick you really are." What a pathetic threat, Skye! I felt very shy and self-conscious right then, and I prayed he didn't notice.
Another minute passed on my watch with the imitation snakeskin band. Only one more minute.
"One minute and then we're finished," I informed him. This time he didn't talk back. I lightly traced my fingers over his facial features. Danny shivered, but I wasn't sure if it was because he was sick or because I was tickling him or whatnot.
The minute was over as quickly as it had begun. I retrieved the thermometer from between his lips. I examined it.
"One hundred and two degrees," I read out loud. "Come on, we're putting you to bed."
"Aww, Skye," Danny whined, trying to sound indignant but failing in his weakened state.
"No, no," I insisted, scooting out from under his head. I helped him up to his feet, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Danny followed me down the hall to my room. "Good boy," I murmured into his ear softly. He smiled softly.
I helped him into my room, and laid him in the bed. I covered him up with the blanket. Danny was trembling.
"Now, you sleep," I ordered gently.
"And you go have fun," Danny said, and let out a frail laugh that soon turned into a cough. I smiled to my self.
"Nope. I'm going to stay here and take care of you. You're sick, and I might want to consider us boyfriend/girlfriend. That's what I do. I take care of people. You can't just swoop in here and take that from me."
"But that's my point, Skye!" Danny exclaimed, but then a racking cough followed. "You take care of everyone all the time. You can't take care of everyone, but you try. You need to take care of yourself, too."
He was right, though. I gave so much, but never asked for too much in return. I didn't really need anything either.
"So?" I asked lamely. "Let me take care of you, Danny. You're sick, and this whole Evelyn can't have been good for you. What do you need?"
"I don't know, Skye." I rose from my red leather office chair and walked out from the room. I retrieved a glass of water, a warm wet rag, Tylenol, cough drops, cough syrup and a spoon. I returned to the room and laid all the stuff on my nightstand.
"Sorry you have to stay in bed," I sympathized. "I remember this one time, when it was Christmas Eve. I got sick and went to bed at seven o'clock that night. And now every single Christmas Eve, I get sick. Every single year. Mark my words." Danny gave me a sleepy smile.
"Do you want me to leave you so you can sleep?" I asked again.
"No," he whimpered. "Just stay here with me. Please?" Danny seemed so weak and helpless. Well, he was sick. I had never seen him like this. "At least until I fall asleep."
"Don't worry, darling. I won't leave. I'll stay here," I agreed, sitting down in my chair and crossing my legs. He smile in his cute way, but was interrupted by a huge coughing fit.
"Okay," Danny said, calming down.
"Do you have a headache or anything?" I asked.
"Yeah. My throat hurts too," he added in a frail way.
"Okay." I went into the bathroom and ran hot water over the already-wet washrag. I carried it back into the room and folded it up, laying it over his eyes. He shuddered. I took his hand so he would know I wasn't going anywhere.
I pulled up my chair and sat in it, all the while still holding his hand. I leaned down and kissed it gently. Danny shifted around a little.
"Let me give you a cough drop," I suggested. Danny sighed.
"That might help," he breathed lightly. I reached into the bag and unwrapped a cough drop. I pressed it against Danny's lips, and he opened his mouth. I dropped the cough drop in, and he closed his mouth.
"Thanks," he said, trying to avoid spitting it out onto the bed. I chuckled and brushed some hair out of his eyes. There was silence, and I just sat stupidly in my perfect, flea-market chair.
"You're such a little sweetie, Danny," I mused absently. He blushed and tried to sit up. "No, no, no," I said, catching his shoulder and forcing him to lie back down. He complied, but then I leaned down to kiss him.
My lips met his. The kiss lasted for a wonderful moment. My head was spinning, and my mind was blank. I couldn't think. I leaned away, my hand falling from his.
Danny panicked for some odd reason, and held his hand out, waiting for mine to grasp it firmly. After approximately ten seconds, I reached out for his hand. He grabbed mine frantically. What was the matter with him? I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Danny, I'm not going anywhere until either A) You ask me to or B) You fall asleep. Don't worry," I said, flattered he didn't want me to go. "I'll stay here," I repeated, whispering into his ear. I kissed his cheek softly.
"Skye," Danny began.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for taking care of me."
"No problemo," I responded, and began petting his hair again. "Would you like some cough syrup?"
"Will I get better?" Was that his only concern? When I was offered cough syrup, I usually ran away kicking and screaming.
"Err, we can try it, sweetie," I offered in a soft tone. Danny nodded lightly. I poured some syrup into a spoon and tipped it into his mouth. He swallowed it quickly and gagged. "Sorry," I said guiltily.
"It's okay," he said sleepily. I leaned over and kissed him lightly. He sighed.
"Want another cough drop?" I asked. But he didn't answer. I sighed and stood up. "There goes my last shred of self-esteem."
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I know, lots of sap. Hope you enjoyed!
Skye Rocket
Chapter 24
Disclaimer: I do not own, want to own or claim to own any of the characters or ideas of Pearl Harbor. Also, I do not own any types of products, media or anything else mentioned herein. Thank you very much.
Author's Note: Still driving, but now it is the day after I last wrote. I have to have something to do, right? LOL. Things are getting better, I suppose, but we just drove by a nuclear power plant. Spooky, huh?
**** I had made the stupid mistake of leaving our door unlocked. Well, actually Rafe had, so I can't take the blame. Lionel walked right into our foyer and looked up at me where I was sitting with Danny on the couch.
"Skye! Do you want to play? Let's go play town!" Lionel shouted, feet still rooted in the foyer. I quickly pulled myself away from Danny.
"Uh.Lionel, Allen isn't here, and I'm a little busy," I said loudly down to him. I brushed a stray hair out of my eyes. Why wasn't he leaving?
"Okay. I'll miss you!" he yelled back(and I knew he meant it), running out the door and letting the screen slam shut with a dull thud. I let out a huge sigh of relief and slumped back. Meanwhile, Danny had picked up the box of tissues sitting on our end table and was wiping his eyes and blowing his nose.
I rose slowly from the sofa, but then hurried down the stair to lock the door and straighten our rug in the foyer where Lionel had shuffled his feet over it and set it all weird on the ground. I took my time going back up the stairs. I really was a little wary of any further confrontations that day with Danny.
"Danny?" I asked. Well, so much for not speaking for a little while to him.
"What?" he replied softly in kitchen.
"I'm sorry. Really. That was the worst thing I have ever said to anyone. I swear." My first actually good apology. Not bad, considering I'd never done it before, at least so I meant it.
"No, Skye, you were right. Evelyn obviously doesn't care about me anymore. Maybe she never did," Danny said. "Who could blame her?" he added, repeating what he had said early, in a way. I ran over to him and took his hands in mine.
"Don't you ever say that ever again, Daniel Walker. You are sweet and kind, and attractive, and smart, and you are just perfect. Don't worry about what Evelyn thinks! If she can't see what I see, then it isn't worth worrying about!" I proclaimed loudly, hoping people might hear me out the windows.
"Thank you, Skye," he whispered softly. My ears turned bright red, and I blushed brightly.
"Anytime," I said with a soft sigh. I walked into the living room and sat down again on the couch, migraine returning to me again. Danny followed me in there, lying down on the sofa next to me. I grasped his hand and gave it a semi-reassuring squeeze.
"Are you all right, homeskillet?" I asked lamely. Danny stared at me from where he sat, upside down. I should really easy up on the slang, I thought, semi-guiltily. I placed a cool hand on his head before he could answer. His forehead was on fire.
"Yeah, I'm.I'm fine," Danny tried faintly.
"Nooo you aren't," I said forcefully. "Let me get the thermometer. I'll be right back." I left him lying on the sofa as I shuffled down the hall. I plucked the thermometer out of the case in the medicine cabinet and walked back to the living room.
I sat on my feet and he lay back against my knees. I placed the thermometer in his mouth.
"We have to wait three minutes. It's a really crappy thermometer," I explained. Danny smiled and shifted his weight around, sighing contently. I kissed his hot, lightly sweaty forehead tenderly, petting his hair gently.
"Sorry to-," Danny began in his slow, Southern accent. I put a finger to his lips.
"Shh, I can't get an accurate temperature if you talk too much. Just wait a little while, Danny, be patient," I cooed softly to him, when he had closed his eyes. I sighed slowly and continued stroking his hair gently.
"I'm-." Obviously, Danny wasn't getting the message. I placed my finger to his lips again, hoping to silence him.
"I mean it, sweetie," I whispered, leaning over him and saying it into his ear softly. "Be quiet. Or we won't know just how sick you really are." What a pathetic threat, Skye! I felt very shy and self-conscious right then, and I prayed he didn't notice.
Another minute passed on my watch with the imitation snakeskin band. Only one more minute.
"One minute and then we're finished," I informed him. This time he didn't talk back. I lightly traced my fingers over his facial features. Danny shivered, but I wasn't sure if it was because he was sick or because I was tickling him or whatnot.
The minute was over as quickly as it had begun. I retrieved the thermometer from between his lips. I examined it.
"One hundred and two degrees," I read out loud. "Come on, we're putting you to bed."
"Aww, Skye," Danny whined, trying to sound indignant but failing in his weakened state.
"No, no," I insisted, scooting out from under his head. I helped him up to his feet, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Danny followed me down the hall to my room. "Good boy," I murmured into his ear softly. He smiled softly.
I helped him into my room, and laid him in the bed. I covered him up with the blanket. Danny was trembling.
"Now, you sleep," I ordered gently.
"And you go have fun," Danny said, and let out a frail laugh that soon turned into a cough. I smiled to my self.
"Nope. I'm going to stay here and take care of you. You're sick, and I might want to consider us boyfriend/girlfriend. That's what I do. I take care of people. You can't just swoop in here and take that from me."
"But that's my point, Skye!" Danny exclaimed, but then a racking cough followed. "You take care of everyone all the time. You can't take care of everyone, but you try. You need to take care of yourself, too."
He was right, though. I gave so much, but never asked for too much in return. I didn't really need anything either.
"So?" I asked lamely. "Let me take care of you, Danny. You're sick, and this whole Evelyn can't have been good for you. What do you need?"
"I don't know, Skye." I rose from my red leather office chair and walked out from the room. I retrieved a glass of water, a warm wet rag, Tylenol, cough drops, cough syrup and a spoon. I returned to the room and laid all the stuff on my nightstand.
"Sorry you have to stay in bed," I sympathized. "I remember this one time, when it was Christmas Eve. I got sick and went to bed at seven o'clock that night. And now every single Christmas Eve, I get sick. Every single year. Mark my words." Danny gave me a sleepy smile.
"Do you want me to leave you so you can sleep?" I asked again.
"No," he whimpered. "Just stay here with me. Please?" Danny seemed so weak and helpless. Well, he was sick. I had never seen him like this. "At least until I fall asleep."
"Don't worry, darling. I won't leave. I'll stay here," I agreed, sitting down in my chair and crossing my legs. He smile in his cute way, but was interrupted by a huge coughing fit.
"Okay," Danny said, calming down.
"Do you have a headache or anything?" I asked.
"Yeah. My throat hurts too," he added in a frail way.
"Okay." I went into the bathroom and ran hot water over the already-wet washrag. I carried it back into the room and folded it up, laying it over his eyes. He shuddered. I took his hand so he would know I wasn't going anywhere.
I pulled up my chair and sat in it, all the while still holding his hand. I leaned down and kissed it gently. Danny shifted around a little.
"Let me give you a cough drop," I suggested. Danny sighed.
"That might help," he breathed lightly. I reached into the bag and unwrapped a cough drop. I pressed it against Danny's lips, and he opened his mouth. I dropped the cough drop in, and he closed his mouth.
"Thanks," he said, trying to avoid spitting it out onto the bed. I chuckled and brushed some hair out of his eyes. There was silence, and I just sat stupidly in my perfect, flea-market chair.
"You're such a little sweetie, Danny," I mused absently. He blushed and tried to sit up. "No, no, no," I said, catching his shoulder and forcing him to lie back down. He complied, but then I leaned down to kiss him.
My lips met his. The kiss lasted for a wonderful moment. My head was spinning, and my mind was blank. I couldn't think. I leaned away, my hand falling from his.
Danny panicked for some odd reason, and held his hand out, waiting for mine to grasp it firmly. After approximately ten seconds, I reached out for his hand. He grabbed mine frantically. What was the matter with him? I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Danny, I'm not going anywhere until either A) You ask me to or B) You fall asleep. Don't worry," I said, flattered he didn't want me to go. "I'll stay here," I repeated, whispering into his ear. I kissed his cheek softly.
"Skye," Danny began.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for taking care of me."
"No problemo," I responded, and began petting his hair again. "Would you like some cough syrup?"
"Will I get better?" Was that his only concern? When I was offered cough syrup, I usually ran away kicking and screaming.
"Err, we can try it, sweetie," I offered in a soft tone. Danny nodded lightly. I poured some syrup into a spoon and tipped it into his mouth. He swallowed it quickly and gagged. "Sorry," I said guiltily.
"It's okay," he said sleepily. I leaned over and kissed him lightly. He sighed.
"Want another cough drop?" I asked. But he didn't answer. I sighed and stood up. "There goes my last shred of self-esteem."
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I know, lots of sap. Hope you enjoyed!
Skye Rocket