Title: Personal Challenge Part 1
Author: geekslasher

Pairing: Danny/Don
Rating:FRT
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Warning: None
Author's Notes: So, I started this challenge where people give me three words and I need to write fic using them. (Still taking prompts, too!). First prompt is from starpiper, who gave me Harry Potter, swords, and Fanta.

"You rented movies?" Danny asks incredulously. "You hate that place."

"Correction. I hate the girl that has a crush on me and always flirts with me. She wasn't there last night, so I went and got movies, so there." Punctuated by Don sticking out his tongue and yeah, that's mature.

Danny just rolls his eyes and sifts through the DVDs that are sitting on the coffee table as Don leaves for the kitchen to do.. whatever he's doing. Flight of the Phoenix, Black Hawk Down, Wayne's World, Austin Powers, Miracle, and Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Not bad movies, nice selection, and-

Wait. Danny picks up the last case. Harry Potter? Donald Flack. And Harry Potter. No way... Danny smirks. Oh, this as going to be fun.

"Anyway," Don says, coming back into the living room with two sodas, "this guy was living in this cops attic for God only know how long and... what are you smiling about?"

Danny holds up the case and Don blinks and, to Danny's surprise, flushes slightly. "Uh... yeah, my nieces like it so I figured I'd get it to watch with them when they come over tomorrow." And that's about the cutest thing Don's ever said. Danny smiles warmly. Don's really good to his nieces. He'd be great with kids of his own, if he didn't swear so much and get drunk and... yeah, there's a lot of ifs.

"But Harry Potter?" Danny asks as Don sets the two sodas on the table before sitting down on the couch next to Danny. "Why not get somethin' better like... like... oh! Pirates of the Caribbean."

Don rolls his eyes and opens his soda. He takes a sip and sets back on the table. "You're just sayin' that because you think Johnny Depp's hot."

"And because that fighting scenes are cool." Danny bolts up and grabs a broom that was used to clean up the glass he had broken earlier. "Fight me!" He swings the broom like a sword, narrowly missing Don's head.

"Danny!" Don scoots as far away from Danny as possible. 'You're going to end up breaking your glasses or hurting one of us." Don tries to sound forceful, but the words a strangled by the bubble of laughter that manages to escape.

Danny swings the broom again, this time smacking Don's open soda off the table and all over the couch and, consequently, Don. The artificial scent of grapes fills the room as Fanta coats Don and the couch. Don yelps and jumps up, soaked with the sweet liquid.

Don glares at Danny and snatches the broom away. Danny blinks and licks his lips. "Um... oops?" Don rolls his eyes. Danny smirks. "We better get you out of those clothes and into the shower before you get too sticky."

Don grins. It's too hard to stay mad at Danny.