A/N: Thanks to everyone who took the time to read my fic and especially to those of you who reviewed. Here is the next chapter. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I only own the plot.
Thanks to SallyJetson for the Beta.
Chapter 7: Only Strummer Knows:
Lindsay walked the casino floor of the Flamingo quickly. All around her slot machines rang out and lights flashed but she didn't see any of it as she tried to navigate her way through the maze to the hotel elevators. Inside the elevator, her body was finally still but her mind was not as she proceeded to rise towards her destination.
I can't see him again... but he deserves an explanation… but am I strong enough to give him one?
The doors opened but she remained rooted in place, unmoving. The doors closed and it made its descent once again, taking its motionless occupant with it.
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Danny stared out from his balcony on to the view of Vegas. The first light of morning had started and everything was tinted with the colours of the new day. His thoughts hadn't left her as he imagined her somewhere in the city below. In the last year he had never felt closer to her, and yet further away. He wondered if she had received his note, if she even cared if she had, and he cursed Flack for the thousandth time for his plan, all the while staring off into the endless view.
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It had only taken Lindsay seven rides up and down the elevator to finally decide to exit the car (actually it had only taken six rides but when she finally had decided to exit she happened to be on the 15th floor instead of the eighth, and so had to wait for it once again). Now she stood in the correct hallway, unsure of whether to turn left or right: unsure of which path she should follow.
If I don't see him things will stay as they are… desolate. If I do see him…what will happen? Will he be glad? Will he be angry? Will I only hurt him more? Will I hurt myself more?
The words of The Clash had never seemed more true than in that moment, "Should I stay or should I go?"
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Danny hated waiting; hated feeling useless and that things were out of his control. He hadn't had control of his life since Aiden's replacement had strolled into it. He hadn't chosen to fall for her, yearn for her, change for her, but he had and he couldn't get any of it back, any of himself back from before he met her. She had stolen his heart and now held it hostage, sinking her claws deeper into its flesh, slowly ripping him apart. Everything he did, he did for her, or because of her, or to forget her.
And I wouldn't give up any of the pain if it meant I could be with her again, even for just a moment.
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Eventually Lindsay realized there was a plaque indicating which rooms were down which hallway (little slow considering she was paid to be observant for a living). This piece of information had delivered her here, in front of room 811. The man she ran away from was behind this door, only a few feet away. She hadn't even set eyes upon him and yet her knees were already weak. He had always had a power over her. She always lost all rational thought when in his presence and this had both scared and thrilled her. The scared side was winning out this morning as she again thought about if she was doing the right thing.
"If I go there will be trouble, an' if I stay it will be double."
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Danny, lost in his thoughts, jumped as a knock sounded from his door. He stood there for a few moments dumbfounded and lifeless. Finally he strode to the door, not looking through the peephole to tempt fate, but flung it wide. He stared at the visitor, as all thoughts left his mind.
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They stood in silence, each frozen in front of the other.
Finally the visitor broke the stillness. "Hi Danny. Can I come in?"
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A/N: See they finally saw each other :) Next chapter's title is: Confrontations ;)
Also this chapter's title, Only Strummer Knows, is an allusion to Joe Strummer who was the front man for The Clash who sang "Should I stay or should I go?". Thanks for reading!