A.N. I'm so excited about being able to post again, I've gone a little crazy with the writing. Three chapters in twenty-four hours. Eesh.
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"You can eat pizza now, right?" Danny asked. She could hear people yelling, cars honking and knew he was on the sidewalk.
"Yes. What'd you bring?" she asked eagerly.
"I guess you'll have to wait and see," he teased.
"Oh, all right. Just give the doorman your name, he'll let you up."
"Great. See you in a minute."
"Bye."
Just as she hung up the phone, Freddy came down the hall wearing nice black pants and a casual button up shirt. It was still strange for her to see him so comfortable in the trappings of civilization even after living with him for months. She even now expected to see him in his ripped jeans and tees, scribbling furiously on a random scrap of paper.
"You look nice," she called across the cavernous room.
He was searching through his pockets with a deep frown, but at the sound of her voice, he glanced up, clearly surprised. Spotting her, his face relaxed into a lazy smile. "So do you," he said, stopping in the hallway to pull on his jacket.
Lindsay gave him a disbelieving look and let her gaze fall to her black capris and loose tank top. Her refusal to let Danny see her in yoga pants again had limited her fashion choices. The capris were the only pants she owned that sank low enough on her hips not to bind or pull at her wound.
"Thanks," she said, mocking him slightly.
He just grinned in response and pushed up the sleeve on his jacket to check the time. "Shouldn't Messer be here by now?"
As she started to answer, a knock sounded at the door. Freddy raised his eyebrows and pointed at the door. "Surely not."
Rolling her eyes at his antics, Lindsay started towards the foyer, watching Freddy pull open the door. On the other side, Danny held a large pizza box in front of him like an offering.
"I do feed her, you know," Freddy said mildly, stepping aside to let Danny by.
"Sure you do," Danny answered calmly. Nodding his thanks at Freddy, Danny crossed the threshold and smiled at Lindsay. "Hey."
She smiled back. "Hey."
"Hey," Freddy added absently, as if unaware he was saying it at all.
Lindsay frowned as she watched him search his pockets again. "What are you looking for?"
"The tickets," he muttered.
"Tickets?" She glanced at Danny as he headed towards the kitchen.
"For the show."
Suddenly, the clothing made sense. "You have a date?"
The shrillness of her voice made Freddy look up. "Yeah. I have a date."
She thought this had ended with the discontinuation of the mystery lunches. Apparently, she'd been wrong. "You have a date," she parroted, confused.
Freddy nodded, still searching for the elusive tickets as Danny came back up beside her now empty-handed. "I'll be home late."
"You," Lindsay stressed. "You have a date?"
"Yeah," Freddy said, stopping his search to look at her. "I have a date."
"With whom?"
Danny's hand shot out to grasp her elbow, and he began towing her backwards away from the foyer. "Have fun, Monroe."
Lindsay felt a bit lost as Freddy nodded at them, giving her a bizarre look she couldn't read, and disappeared through the door. "But he never dates," she argued with thin air as they heard the elevator doors glide shut.
"Uh-huh." Danny spun her around and pushed her towards the pizza box. "What're we watching?"
"I don't care, you pick," she told him, distractedly gesturing at the den as Danny tore paper towels off the roll on the counter. Without thinking about it, Lindsay picked up the large pizza box and carried it in to the coffee table.
"Uh, okay," she barely heard Danny mutter behind her.
"Not since Marilee," she continued, sitting down on the couch and shoving the pile of Netflix envelopes towards him. "I mean, there were those lunches awhile back. But then they stopped."
Preoccupied, she accepted the paper towel he handed her with a vague smile in his general direction. He sighed and began taking the movies out of their wrappers. "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?" he read incredulously.
"I don't get it," she stated finally, her voice hard.
"Lindsay? Why'd you get Happy Feet?"
"You want some lemonade?" she asked, suddenly turning to look at him.
His eyes widened behind his glasses and he nodded jerkily. "Sure."
She frowned as she stood. "We have beer, too."
"Lemonade's fine," he assured her, following as she moved back the way they'd come.
"Mrs. C makes it," she told him inanely, yanking the door open. As she bent over to pull out the glass pitcher, Danny settled a hip against the counter next to her, watching.
"Nice rack." Jerking her head up, she gaped at Danny. He innocently pointed at the wall. "For your towels."
Idiotically following his gesture, she found herself facing the decorative towel rack next to Freddy's double oven. She rolled her eyes back to him and shook her head, though a smile was tugging at her lips. "Thanks," she said wryly.
He seemed pleased with himself, and she gestured at the cabinets behind him. "You wanna grab a couple glasses?"
"Sure."
Surreptitiously, she watched his shirt stretch across his back as he opened the cabinet and selected two glasses. When he started to turn back, she lowered her gaze to the lemonade and swirled it gently, watching the slices of lime on top rock with the waves. He set the glasses on the counter in front of her and she bit her lip.
Raising her eyes to his, she let out the breath she held at the wariness in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I won't worry about Freddy anymore."
He shrugged without expression. "It's okay."
"No, it's not."
"Yeah, it is," he insisted, still neutral. "He's family. It's what you do for family."
Her breath caught at the implied meaning, but refrained from asking the questions that immediately crowded her mind. "Yeah, but I think I've crossed the line into obsessive," she countered with a self-deprecating smile.
Suddenly he grinned and the tension was gone. "It's not like you have anything else to do."
"Okay, that's it. No lemonade for you," she said, moving to put the lemonade back in the fridge.
Laughing, he grabbed her hips to stop her and his touch made her gasp. At the sound, he dropped his hands and back up. "I'm sorry, Lindsay, did I hurt you?"
She hurriedly shook her head. "No, no. I'm fine. Really," she said when he didn't look convinced.
Mutely, he took the pitcher out of her hand and finished pouring the glasses before moving to put it in the fridge himself. Catching a glimpse of his contrite expression, Lindsay chewed the inside of her lip. When he turned back, she was holding both glasses and smiling, head tilted to the side invitingly.
"Movie?" he asked, after studying her for several seconds.
"Did you decide on one?"
Leading the way back to the den, he snorted and stepped aside so she could pass through the doorway before him. "Between Happy Feet and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?"
"Oh God," she said, freezing in the middle of setting the glasses on the table. "I meant to weed those out."
Sighing, she collapsed back into the middle cushions and reached for the stack. Danny settled himself next to her and flipped the top back on the pizza while she sorted through the movies, leaving her slice sitting on the napkin in front of her.
"Here we go," she murmured, handing him a few envelopes. "All perfectly good grown up movies."
Chuckling, Danny put his pizza down to sift through them quickly. After a few minutes, he pulled one out and held it up questioningly. "Sure," Lindsay said, not really in the mood for a suspense flick, but wanting to come across as her usual agreeable self. She'd been too prickly already tonight.
As he stood to put the dvd in the player, Lindsay picked up the remote and turned on the tv and player. "Thanks," he said over his shoulder.
"Uh-huh," she responded distractedly, her eyes glued to his body as he bent and crouched, trying to make everything work right.
"Is there some sort of magic to this?" he asked, not turning. When she didn't answer, he glanced at her, raising an eyebrow when he saw her glazed expression. "Uh, Linds?"
"What? Oh, sorry," she said, changing the tv from cable to video. The previews popped up immediately and Danny stood to come back to the couch, giving her an odd look as he sat.
She pretended to ignore it, and him, supremely thankful he hadn't caught her eyes where they'd been moments before. They were silent through the first half of the movie, though Lindsay was acutely aware of Danny next to her every time he moved.
Then the hero ripped the shirt off the heroine. "Whoa," Lindsay said involuntarily.
"You all right there, Monroe?"
He sounded amused, but she refused to look at him to find out. Instead, she reached over and picked up the sleeve. "I'm fine. I just…didn't realize this was a love story."
"Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"
Finally, she turned to glare balefully at him. "You're hilarious."
He chuckled as she turned back to the screen, determined to get through the scene without embarrassing herself further. And the next one. And the next one. Resignedly, she realized that the mystery took a back seat to the soft-core porn scenes in this particular film. At one point, she glanced at Danny out of the corner of her eye, but he seemed unbothered by the steamy scenes between the characters.
Halfway through the film, Danny's phone beeped and he pulled it out of his pocket. Lindsay glanced away from the arguing couple on screen to watch him. "Mac?" she asked, eyeing him as he flipped the phone open.
"No," he said absently. "Flack."
With a nod he didn't notice, she turned back to the screen. She felt herself blush as she watched the couple on screen give in to their passion. On the subway.
To her chagrin, a very vivid picture of Danny replaced the man on screen and, in her mind, he was pushing her against the wall of the car. He really was a lot like the male lead, except for the part where Danny wasn't a criminal. It didn't change the thread of danger that wound itself through everything he did. She sometimes got the impression that he could explode at any given moment; he was that volatile.
Watching the Danny-clone on screen, a question flitted through her mind and she opened her mouth to voice it before slamming her lips shut again. She wavered, tilting her head to the side as she watched the couple execute a rather difficult maneuver.
Then she decided to throw caution to the wind. "Have you ever done that?"
"Done what?" Danny murmured, not looking up from his phone, his thumb flying over the keypad.
"That," she clarified, pointing at the screen.
Danny glanced at her, following her finger to the couple panting in unison. His thumb hovered over the keys. "Had sex?" he asked confusedly.
"No. Well, yeah. I mean, on the subway or something."
Wrinkling his brow, Danny turned fully to her, flipping his phone closed without looking at it again. "That on your list?"
She felt a flush cover her face. "Not exactly, no."
He eyed her with a resignedly amused expression. When he spoke, his tone was light, but she saw the seriousness behind his question. "Why am I your authority on sex?" he asked with a small smile curving his lips.
She smiled back though she answered in the same vein of seriousness. "You telling me you're not?"
He hesitated, studying her frank expression. Leaning forward, he stuck his phone in his pocket and grabbed his lemonade. He took a deep pull before he answered. "I've had my fair share, I guess. But I'd hardly call myself an authority, by any means," he told her, settling back against the cushions.
She smiled to show she wasn't condemning him. "Definitely more than me."
He shot her a glance as he turned back to the screen. "You spent a large chunk of your twenties engaged," he pointed out.
"Wouldn't that usually mean I'd have more sex?" she asked, honestly confused.
"Maybe, but when you've been with someone for a while, you learn what works and what doesn't. You don't experiment as much."
"I'd always thought it meant you'd experiment more," she countered, embarrassed to hear the wistful note in her voice. To cover, she shrugged and turned back to the tv as well. "Though Connor isn't exactly the wild type."
"What's that mean?" Danny muttered to the edge of his glass before sipping his lemonade.
"Nothing, nothing at all." Completely embarrassed, she picked up her own glass and took a delicate drink.
Danny was quiet for a long moment and they both kept their eyes glued to the tv. The couple on screen was still going at it, now with artistic camera angles and swelling music.
"Once." Her head jerked to look at him, nearly knocking the glass out of her own hand, but his eyes were still on the movie. "I was seventeen, thought it'd be exciting." He shrugged as if to say he'd learned better.
Lindsay nodded calmly, though a riot of butterflies had been loosed in her stomach. Facing the screen, she tried to concentrate on the movie but slowly became aware of his eyes on her.
Swiveling her head to look at him, she found him gazing at her, his eyes twinkling. "What?"
"What do you mean it's not exactly on your list?" he asked, a cocky smile pulling at his lips.
Heat suffused her face. "Nothing," she muttered, sinking lower on the couch. Hearing him laugh, she hid a smile behind her glass.
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The doctor examined the shiny pinkness of the scar. "Well, your physical therapist says things have been improving dramatically."
Biting her lip, Lindsay stared up at Dr. Weston, waiting for his decision. He silently went to the door and pulled it open. Sticking his head into the hallway, he called, "Mr. Monroe, you can come back in now."
Sitting up, Lindsay straightened her shirt, still anxiously watching the doctor as he moved to pick up her chart. Freddy slipped through the door and pushed it closed behind him, his eyes locked on Dr. Weston.
"So what's the verdict? She ready to go home?"
Lindsay glanced at him in surprise, though she supposed she shouldn't be. She hadn't been silent on her desire to move back into her apartment.
"I don't see why not," the doctor murmured, glancing through the pages. "She's really quite healthy. I wouldn't go back to your usual exercise routine quite yet, and avoid the stairs in your building when you can, but otherwise you should be fine."
The relief was so great Lindsay would have collapsed if she hadn't already been sitting. As it was, her shoulders drooped with her sigh. Then realizing how ungrateful she might seem, she hurriedly looked at Freddy.
He was slumped against the wall, but he was watching her with a lazy half-smile. "Maybe now we'll stop biting each other's heads off," he told her, unconcerned.
"When can I leave?" Lindsay asked the slightly shocked doctor, and bit back a grin when Freddy laughed.
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"Do you have everything?" Freddy called to her.
"I think so." Taking one last look around the bathroom, she dropped her eyeliner into the small cosmetics bag and zipped it shut.
She came out to find Freddy sliding her duffel onto his shoulder. He raised his eyebrows. "That need to go in here?" he asked, pointing at the duffel.
Glancing down at it, she shook her head. "No, I'll just toss it in my purse. Is that really all I had here?" she asked, looking at the duffel in disbelief.
"I guess so. Who knew a woman could pack so lightly?"
Freddy grinned as she rolled her eyes. "I'd like to take this moment to point out that you and my mother packed that bag, not me," she said, leading him down the hallway.
"Damn I'm good."
Shaking her head, she stooped to pick up the computer bag already in the foyer. She settled it onto her shoulder and took a look around. The balcony was bathed in the afternoon sunlight and the light filtered through the glass wall to make patterns on the wood floor of the great room.
As she'd told Freddy that first night, it was beautiful, but she wasn't going to miss it.
Turning to Freddy, she grinned up at him and said, "Let's go."
"You wanna drive?" he asked, dangling the keys in front of her.
Almost reverently, she took them from him and started for the door, still staring down at them. "Danny was so jealous I got to drive this thing."
Freddy laughed and shifted her bag higher on his shoulder. Pushing the door open, he shrugged. "We'll see."
Smirking, Lindsay moved through and pressed the button for the elevator as Freddy locked the door behind them. "I think I'll let him be jealous."
Coming up next to her, Freddy let out a surprised laugh. "You're evil, Linny."
"Nah, I just like tormenting him," she joked as they stepped inside.
Freddy smiled tensely at her. "No, you don't."
Responding to his sudden seriousness, she swallowed. "No, I don't."
He nodded as if accepting some sort of argument she'd made and lapsed into silence. Nervous at his inexplicable shift of mood, she let the silence hang over them throughout the drive to her building and the search for a parking space.
Letting him brood behind her, she led the way through the front door and waited as he unlocked it with her keys. Leaving him holding the door, she stepped up to the elevator and pressed the button, glancing at Freddy as he walked up next to her.
"Elevator working?" he asked, handing her the keys.
"Seems to be." She shrugged and they fell into silence again.
When they reached her door, she fumbled with her keys, unused to the weight of them in her hand. But finally the door swung open and the coolness of her apartment swept over them.
The air was still and musty from being shut up for three months. Glancing in the kitchen, Lindsay was relieved to see there weren't any dishes in the sink and wondered briefly if her mother had done them while she was in the hospital. She led the way to the bedroom eagerly, setting her computer carrier on the desk as she passed.
As Freddy lifted her bag onto her bed, Lindsay watched him shake his shaggy hair out of his face. Oddly, she would miss seeing him every day. He was argumentative and difficult; refused to see things any way but his own; purposely embarrassed her just to amuse himself. But, really, those were the reasons she loved him.
And it had been novel, really, to see so much of him. Suddenly overwhelmed with how much she would miss him, she wrapped her arms around his middle. She felt him jerk in surprise, but he gently folded her in his long arms.
"Lindsay? You okay?"
"Thank you for staying with me, Freddy. I'm sorry I'm such a brat."
His body shook with his sigh. "You are a brat." She laughed, the sound muffled against his chest. "But I'm not exactly a picnic," he pointed out. "Two sides of the same coin and all."
He ran a hand over her hair and dropped a kiss on her head before letting go. "I should go."
For some reason, she clutched at his jacket. He looked slightly concerned, but laid his hands over hers comfortingly. "Lindsay, you'll be fine."
"I know, I just—" Cutting herself off, she forced her fingers to unclench and pulled her lips into the semblance of a smile. "Sorry. I'll be fine."
Freddy reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. "You'll be fine," he murmured back, as if the words alone would make it true. "Call Danny."
The advice was solid, but she didn't want Danny at the moment. She wanted the completely uncomplicated comfort of family, and Freddy was her only connection to that. Despite the urge to argue, she nodded. "I will."
"Come lock the door behind me."
She followed him back down the hallway, oddly truncated looking after Freddy's spacious apartment. She saw him glance down at her table as he passed and saw the light flashing on her machine.
"You have messages," he told her unnecessarily, making her wonder if he was as calm about their impending separation as he wanted her to think. Finally, they were at the door and staring at each other. "Oh, here."
From seemingly nowhere, Freddy handed her a paper bag. Taking the handle, she peered inside and saw a bottle of wine. "Thanks," she said, smiling at him and setting the bottle on her hall table.
He opened the door and turned to face her again. "Call me if you need anything. I'll be in town until January."
"Holy crap," she said mildly, holding onto the door as he backed over the threshold.
"Seriously." Rapping his knuckles on the doorframe, he paused then sighed. "Okay, here I go. Lock the door behind me," he added, pointing a finger at her.
She laughed. "Freddy, I'm a cop."
"A cop that doesn't carry. Who's ever heard of that?" he muttered, starting to move down the hall.
"Bye," she called, unoffended. He waved a hand at her without turning and disappeared through the door to the stairs.
Quickly shutting the door and sliding the locks and chain into place, she turned and surveyed her apartment. It was a bit dusty, but otherwise looked exactly as she'd left it, which seemed odd. Things had changed irrevocably, and she felt as though the spaces around her should have changed, too.
Shaking her head at her own nonsense, she marched over to the answering machine, determined to face the encroaching world head-on. She pressed the play button and waited.
"Hey, Lindsay."
She blinked at the sound of Connor's voice on her machine. As far as she knew, he didn't even have her home number, just her cell. Frowning at the silence that followed his greeting, she impatiently waited for him to continue.
"Brad gave me the number," he finally said, as if answering her unspoken question. "I just wanted you to have a friendly voice on your machine when you got home. Not that you'll be going home for a while."
Confused, Lindsay shook her head. When had he called?
"Anyway, I just wanted…Yeah. You know what I mean. I hope Messer's not there when you get this. Bye, Linds."
The machine beeped twice to note that this was, in fact, the only message she'd received while being out of commission for over three months. Unfortunately, she knew exactly what Connor meant and raised a hand to rub at her temple. This was a complication she did not need.
Sighing, she picked up the phone and dialed, waiting as it rang three times. "Hello?" her mother said calmly into the phone.
"Hi, Mom."
"Lindsay, what a nice surprise. I was just putting dinner in the oven. Can you hold on a second?"
"If you're busy, I could—"
Her mother let out an impatient breath. "Don't be silly."
Lindsay smiled as she heard the phone clatter onto the counter and the distant sounds of her mother moving things around in the kitchen.
Her mother sighed contentedly as she picked up the phone. "All right, that's done. Now what can I do for you?"
"I just wanted to let you know that the doctor gave the go ahead and Freddy moved me back into my apartment."
"Oh, that's wonderful, Lindsay. How did Freddy take it? He's been quite the little lion over you, you know."
Lindsay rolled her eyes. "Believe me, I noticed. His idea of taking care of me was saving me from myself."
Molly laughed. "Well, you've always been his favorite."
Pleasure swept through Lindsay at the words. He'd always been her favorite, too. "Never quite understood why," she said to cover her embarrassing sentimentality.
"You were the only one who'd sit still long enough to let him talk. You'd sit with him for hours in front of those encyclopedias his father had," Molly remembered, sounding surprised to this day. "You'd just pepper him with questions. Even Trixie wasn't interested in that side of him for all her idol worship."
Lindsay couldn't think of anything to say as she let this sink in, but Molly didn't seem to mind. "Well, now that you're home, I can put this in the mail."
"What is it?" Lindsay asked eagerly, making Molly laugh at the excitement in her daughter's voice.
"Oh, just something I thought you might want." When Lindsay started to protest, Molly spoke over her. "Now tell me everything the doctor said."
Sighing resignedly, Lindsay began.
Hours later, Lindsay fell into bed, reveling in the familiar feel of her own mattress. Phone conversations exhausted her as a rule, but the call home had taken longer than she'd anticipated. Crawling under the covers, she tiredly lifted her cell phone and pressed the right speed dial.
"Messer," Danny answered and she wondered if she'd caught him at work.
"It's Lindsay. Is this a bad time?"
"Course not. What's up?"
Finally, she deciphered the constant noise in the background as a bass rhythm. "Are you at Sullivan's?"
He laughed. "Aren't you still out of commission, detective?"
"At least I'm home."
"As in back in your own apartment?" he asked, and she could hear the calm cheerfulness in his voice. "That's great."
She wasn't quite sure what to say to him, he was actually a little strange. "Yes, very exciting."
"Your folks know you're back home?"
The question seemed odd, but she shrugged it off. "Yeah, I called them already. They're very excited, too." She paused as he laughed. "Look, I'll let you get back to your night out."
"No, that's—"
"No, really," she insisted. "I'm pretty tired anyway."
"All right. Well, get some sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow?"
"Sure," she said, trying to sound as careless as he did. "Bye, Danny."
"Bye, Linds."
Hanging up the phone, she stared at the screen as it went dark then set it on the night table and turned off her lamp. The noises of the city were loud as they filtered up through the night. Freddy's penthouse had been so quiet at night, it was almost like being back in Montana. Strangely, as she'd discovered back home, the honking cars and shouts of New York were comforting now; proof that life was going on around her.
Even with the odd lullaby relaxing her muscles, her mind raced, uneasy with the conversation she'd had with Danny. It had been stiffer than usual on his part, the effect of others listening in on his end, she was sure. But, more than that, she felt guilty.
She'd deliberately avoided mentioning the message to Danny, just as she had with her mother. It wasn't that she was embarrassed by Connor's feelings—though she was—she just didn't want to have to explain why he'd done it when she understood so perfectly. Understood him so perfectly.
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kiwi-messer: Sorry I didn't respond to you in the last couple chapters. I just posted Ch 14 as I had it finished last Wednesday. But thank you for the review! And I'm glad you're liking Two Steps Back. There are still a few more chapters to come, so I hope you keep reading!
qt4good: Yeah, I'll be posting chapters here, but I just want everyone to know where they can find my work if this site kicks me off again. Freddy…is a bit domineering. (shrugs) But he loves Lindsay more than anybody else. That's gotta give him points, right?
CarolinaH.Manning: Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you're liking the story! Sometimes it does seem a little slow, but she's still healing so it has to be. Besides, the tension between them is just so delicious to write.
Marue61: He totally said he grew up with Bronx marble. Therefore, must be from the Bronx. Are we right or are we right? High five.
RachelHeidi: Sorry I didn't respond to your review last time. I just posted everything as I had it ready last Wednesday. I think you're right, Danny and Freddy are a lot alike in some ways, but completely different in others. You know, I wasn't a huge fan of the Mac/Peyton relationship (not that I was a Stella/Mac girl either) but it's starting to grow on me. It's interesting watching him learn how to care about another woman, even though he's sometimes supremely bad at it. And it was definitely an "aw" moment when he ran over everyone in his path to get to her. Sigh.
Murgy31: Most of Freddy's issues will be resolved in the next story, though they'll come up in the last few chapters of this one.
chili-peppers: I'm glad it's not going too slowly! I'm trying to jump ahead in time as quickly as I can, but I don't want to cut out all the Danny-being-there-for-her moments of her recovery. They're too sweet. The picnic was fun to write, so I'm glad it came across as light-hearted. I think they needed it after all the fighting.
ReJo: I've been defending Freddy and trying to make people like him, but I'm giving up. He really can be an ass, so, in the end, people may just understandably hate him. He'll be popping up in the last few chapters and in the next story. I hope he'll win people over, but…he really can be an ass. (shrugs helplessly)
prplerayne: Like I told ReJo, I adore Freddy, but he can be a supreme ass. I have his whole character in my head (how much he loves Lindsay, what's really going on with him, etc.) so I cut him a bit more slack than I probably should. Hopefully, as he continues to grow as a character, he'll win people's affection. I dunno. (By the way, what's an OFC? I'm so not up on the jargon. Smiles embarrassedly.)
Devilla: Hehe, I'm sorry you've been having withdrawals. Hopefully so many updates in the past day have made those a bit better. I fully believe that Danny would never try and go near a dinner like that unless Lindsay was involved. He so just did that to be with her.
Tenley: Millie was pretty hilarious to write. Especially since, before Lindsay, Danny wouldn't have been so resistant. And darn Freddy's timing, though he had a good point. Lindsay's in no shape to be jumping Danny in the foyer. More's the pity.
Ashley Booth: I'm sorry you were grounded! This site kicked me off for a week anyway, so you got back just in time for the last two updates.
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A.N. I hope to have the next chapter up in the next couple of days.