I disclaim. I own nothing and Danny comes from the corners of my messed up mind.
Chapter 17
Phillip's eyes blinked open and his head was spinning. The pavement beneath him was rough against his back. Flashbacks of moments ago flew into his head as he began thinking clearly again. Belle... Shawn... Danny.
"Danny," he breathed audibly. He lifted his head to search for his friend who was only feet away. Crawling towards him, Phillip could see the battle scars on Danny's metal shell, new indentations and pieces of pavement imbedded into the steel.
Danny's eyes were closed and Phillip was contemplating how to give CPR to a can. "Danny, please come back to me!" he cried. "You can't leave me too! I love you, Danny. I loooove you!" Phillip flung his body over his friend's and Danny started coughing.
"Aye, you trying to kill me lad? Do you know how much you weigh/."
"Last time I checked, I - whoa! Danny, you're alive!"
"Luck of the Irish," Danny joked. "But I swear to you, you'll be the death of me."
Phillip backed away and peered into Danny's green eyes. "You saved my life," he whispered.
"No," Danny shook his head. "I did it for me. I couldn't live without you... too."
Phillip was speechless. When was the last time that someone had said that to him? The last time anyone had shown him real love?
Danny looked up into the young man's eyes, as if he knew what he was thinking. "We're gonna be alright, kiddo." He spoke. "It's just you and me now. We have each other, we'll be fine." His words were towards Phillip, but really, he needed the assurance just as much. Maybe more.
"No, no." Phillip protested standing up. "I won't give in that easily. We deserve happiness, Danny. I didn't think I did, for a while, but it's you two who convinced me I was wrong. I will not let my world crumble over a misunderstanding."
Danny scooted closer to Phillip. "So what do you have in mind?"
Phillip rubbed his chin. "Do you know where Harold went?"
"No. Maybe his house?"
"That's where we're headed, then." Phillip picked Danny up (it was easier than him walking himself) and they were off.
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"Ding, dong"
Phillip sighed heavily as he punched the doorbell for the fifth time. "Dammit."
"Are you looking for that nice young man that used to live here?" A squeaky voice asked.
Phillip turned his head and saw an elderly woman speaking to him. "Do you know where he went?"
She smirked at him. "He left not too long ago with a suitcase."
"The airport!" Phillip shouted gleefully as he rushed over and gave the lady a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you!"
She watched as he ran over to his trashcan and she lifted a hand to touch her cheek. She thought she had felt some tongue.
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"Flight 1182 to Los Angeles now boarding."
Harold slowly rose from his seat. "That's me." He whispered.
Suddenly a young man and a trashcan came falling in through the airport doors. "Harold, don't go! We love you!" A breathless voice shouted.
"Aye- what he said." Danny's deep Irish accent accompanied Phil's plea.
Harold turned around and spotted the pair and his jaw dropped open.
Chapter 17
Phillip's eyes blinked open and his head was spinning. The pavement beneath him was rough against his back. Flashbacks of moments ago flew into his head as he began thinking clearly again. Belle... Shawn... Danny.
"Danny," he breathed audibly. He lifted his head to search for his friend who was only feet away. Crawling towards him, Phillip could see the battle scars on Danny's metal shell, new indentations and pieces of pavement imbedded into the steel.
Danny's eyes were closed and Phillip was contemplating how to give CPR to a can. "Danny, please come back to me!" he cried. "You can't leave me too! I love you, Danny. I loooove you!" Phillip flung his body over his friend's and Danny started coughing.
"Aye, you trying to kill me lad? Do you know how much you weigh/."
"Last time I checked, I - whoa! Danny, you're alive!"
"Luck of the Irish," Danny joked. "But I swear to you, you'll be the death of me."
Phillip backed away and peered into Danny's green eyes. "You saved my life," he whispered.
"No," Danny shook his head. "I did it for me. I couldn't live without you... too."
Phillip was speechless. When was the last time that someone had said that to him? The last time anyone had shown him real love?
Danny looked up into the young man's eyes, as if he knew what he was thinking. "We're gonna be alright, kiddo." He spoke. "It's just you and me now. We have each other, we'll be fine." His words were towards Phillip, but really, he needed the assurance just as much. Maybe more.
"No, no." Phillip protested standing up. "I won't give in that easily. We deserve happiness, Danny. I didn't think I did, for a while, but it's you two who convinced me I was wrong. I will not let my world crumble over a misunderstanding."
Danny scooted closer to Phillip. "So what do you have in mind?"
Phillip rubbed his chin. "Do you know where Harold went?"
"No. Maybe his house?"
"That's where we're headed, then." Phillip picked Danny up (it was easier than him walking himself) and they were off.
~~~~~
"Ding, dong"
Phillip sighed heavily as he punched the doorbell for the fifth time. "Dammit."
"Are you looking for that nice young man that used to live here?" A squeaky voice asked.
Phillip turned his head and saw an elderly woman speaking to him. "Do you know where he went?"
She smirked at him. "He left not too long ago with a suitcase."
"The airport!" Phillip shouted gleefully as he rushed over and gave the lady a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you!"
She watched as he ran over to his trashcan and she lifted a hand to touch her cheek. She thought she had felt some tongue.
~~~~
"Flight 1182 to Los Angeles now boarding."
Harold slowly rose from his seat. "That's me." He whispered.
Suddenly a young man and a trashcan came falling in through the airport doors. "Harold, don't go! We love you!" A breathless voice shouted.
"Aye- what he said." Danny's deep Irish accent accompanied Phil's plea.
Harold turned around and spotted the pair and his jaw dropped open.