Title: Love Too Young
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just the idea.
Spoilers: None
Summary: What if Danny and Lindsay knew each other in high school? What if Lindsay lived in New York and moved away? This is WAY OUT THERE so be nice.
2 more to go. Sad I know.
Stella found Danny sitting on a bench in the Locker Room. He had his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.
Quietly, almost hesitantly, she sat down beside him.
They sat there in silence for a moment when Danny started to laugh.
If he had is head up, he would have been able to see the perplex look on Stella's face.
"It's funny... a week ago I hardly thought about her, now I can't stop."
Stella smiled. She hadn't seen them interact, but when she saw them separately, it was easy to see how they fell for each other.
The smile Lindsay had on her face when she talked about Danny and his blue eyes in the break room, the breathy sigh whenever Danny thought about her, the yearn in his voice whenever the spoke of her.
It was obvious that these two were made for each other. It was clear that they knew this too. They were just too stubborn, afraid, or stupid to realize it. Both still hurt from the adoption, and both were shocked to see each other again. Both had learned to live without the other, now they weren't sure if that was possible.
After a few more moments of silence, Danny turned his head to face Stella.
"I kissed her you know…Last night…She came over to explain herself. I just couldn't help it."
Through the week, it didn't take Stella long to realize that Danny would never get over the woman who was re-blown into his life. She had never seen Danny so worked up, yet so powerless to anything before. For the past week she saw him fighting everything he should have given into. Now he was giving in too late.
"The way she fit in my arms...she molded into me…it was like back then. We laughed, we talked like old times. It made me remember how much I missed her. I've never talked to anyone like that before."
Stella placed a hand on Danny's shoulder.
"You still love her don't you?"
Danny put his head back in his hands. "Yeah, I do."
He had just admitted what he had never admitted to anyone. Not even himself.
At first he thought it was lust, after all, they only slept together once or twice, then seeing her would be a shock to his system. Then he realized that he also enjoyed just sitting with her. His second thought was that he was just lonely and wanted a female companion. Then he realized he didn't like being near any woman except her. His final thought was that when she's gone, he could go back to normal, more notches in his bedpost. Then he felt a sharp pain in his chest when he thought of her as being 'gone', that he couldn't, or wanted to ignore.
And now he had just realized that he was in love with her and that no other woman would do.
Should he? Could he?
He had to!
Getting up from the bench he almost ran to the door.
"Where are you going?" Stella had an idea as to what he was doing; she just wanted to hear it from him.
His answer was one word.
"Airport."
Author's Note: Short, but sweet. What is Danny doing? Hmm…I wonder…