Yup, ANOTHER chapter for this fic. Don't worry, I haven't abandoned Taylor, I'm working on a new chapter even as I'm typing this. I'm switching lol.

A big thanks to Blueeyedauthor for giving me this song.

I only own Taylor and Garrett. The fantastic Sam Ross (now Flack) belongs to Brown eyed Girl 75.

Still in the TM verse, set after Take A Bow.

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11) Can't Fight The Moonlight by LeAnn Rimes

Danny sat in the bar; head bowed over his third, or was it fourth, drink? Did it really matter? His life in New York was over. So over, he had to get out. The city was slowly killing him, it had been for a while, he just didn't realise it. Little events over the years.

Tanglewood.

Louie.

The attack in the warehouse that crushed his hand, leaving it scarred and damaged.

Ruben.

The mess that was his life with Lindsay.

Of course, there were some things in the city that he wouldn't swap for anything. Don Flack, his best friend, the one who had stood by him through thick and thin, and vice versa.

And the small baby sitting at home- well, what passed for home, but was in fact Taylor's spare room- waiting for Daddy to come back. Thirteen month old Garratt didn't understand where Mommy had come, and it broke Danny's heart trying to explain that Mommy had gone to live with another Daddy. He knew that Garratt didn't understand properly, but he felt he owned the kid an explanation for uprooting him from his whole life and moving him down to Miami. He was very taken with 'Unky 'Peed' though, ad his 'lello 'ike' though, and if Speed was honest, though he'd never admit it, he was very taken with his new nephew as well.

Taylor told him once she had got in from work late, and found both Speed and Garratt fast asleep, Garratt resting on Speeds gently rising chest. What Speed didn't know about however, were the numerous photos she had taken with her cell phone, sending them to Sam Flack back in New York. Apparently Speed and Brooklyn knew each other from way back when.

Danny stared into the dregs of his beer, wondering briefly where the rest of the beer had gone, before swallowing it down and signaling for another, never looking up.

'So, after how many do you want cutting off?'

Danny glanced upwards, looking into a pair of stormy grey eyes, framed by expensive looking thick-framed glasses, the words Studio 123 engraved on the sides.

Tendrils of chestnut hair curled around her face, her bangs escaping the messy bun and falling into her eyes. She blew them out of her face, before smiling down at the New York, so far away from home. And what a smile!

Danny had always been a sucker for a nice smile, but this one took his breath away. Her whole face lit up, making her glow, and he found himself smiling back, a genuine smile. He hadn't smiled like that since before Lindsay left.

Realising she was waiting for him to answer, he stuttered out an answer. 'Uh, I dunno, when I start mixing English with Italian?'

She laughed, a sound that Danny hadn't heard in a while. Or maybe he just hadn't been listening. 'You're Italian?'

He nodded, feeling more awake than he had in the past twenty eight days and seventeen minutes. 'Third generation.' he said, by way of introduction, holding out his hand for her to shake. 'Danny Messer.'

'Ashleigh Carlon. Second generation Floridian.' She replied, and shook his hand. 'I just came off shift. Mind if I join you?'

He shook his head, so she poured herself a drink and sat on the bar stool next to him. 'So, tell me about yourself, Danny.'

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Well, that was short, but I like it. What does everyone else think?