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Dancing Prince

Danny leaned back in his swivel chair, sighing in despair.

"I hate chasing up loose ends." He muttered. Adam scratched his head with his pencil.

"Me too." Danny ran his hands through his hair. He looked round in case Mac was walking past.

"Anything fun we can do?" he looked expectedly at Adam.

"Er…"

"Come on Adam, you've always got some crazy thing to do to waste time."

"Yeah and Mac keeps catching me at them." The two men shared a glance. "Fine. We could…look up people's names on Google?" Danny groaned.

"Anything better than that?" Adam dropped his pencil.

"I don't see you coming up with any suggestions." Danny leaned forwards.

"Well if I do I can't blame you." Adam gave a fake chuckle. Danny gave him an affectionate slap on the back.

"We could look up people's names on Youtube. See if anyone's done anything they shouldn't have." Danny raised his eyebrows at Adam's overexcited demeanour.

"You really think you're going to find a sex video of Mac on Youtube?" he asked. Adam shuddered.

"Ew…Danny don't." Danny laughed at the grossed out expression on Adam's face.

"Hey, no one said you had to imagine it!" he quipped. He took control of the keyboard and started typing. "If that's all you can think of…" he shot Adam a wicked grin. "Any incriminating evidence of you on Youtube?"

"No!" Adam exclaimed a little too quickly. Seeing Danny's expression of disbelief Adam owned up. "There was this one time me and my girlfriend filmed us having sex and she posted it on Youtube, but she removed like, straight away!" Danny couldn't stop laughing.

"Why?" he queried. "because she saw what you actually looked like?"

"Funny." Adam sighed. "Probably, she took it off when we broke up." Danny laughed and slapped Adam on the back.

"Come on then, "he said.

It was a waste of time. Mac? Nope. Stella? Zilch. Don? Nada. Sid? A home video of him and his wife cooking. Danny threw back his head in frustration.

"Adam, there's gotta be something better than this!"

"Wait wait…" Adam hurriedly typed in Sheldon's name. Bingo. Adam clicked on the first one. It was of a young boy with corn rows in his hair, immediately recognisable to Danny as a fifteen year old Sheldon Hawkes. The music started and Sheldon danced. "Woah…." Adam and Danny leaned forwards. "Is he dancing en pointe?" Danny concentrated on Sheldon's quick feet, yep, he was wearing black pointe shoes. He was so light on the tips Danny almost believed Sheldon was flying. "Wow, he's incredible." Adam's mouth was almost on the floor, but Danny was transfixed. He'd never liked ballet. In an attempt to educate him his father had reluctantly agreed to take the boys to the ballet of Don Quixote. It was an amateur production but Danny had hated ballet ever since. But now, watching the young Sheldon smile with delight as he leapt across the room, Danny thought he'd never seen anything quite so beautiful before in his entire life.

That was it. There was no chance Adam and Danny would be working again that afternoon. They spent the rest of their time watching every single video they could find of Sheldon dancing, some of when he was very young, some posted only a year ago. They oo-ed and ah-ed at his jumps, spins and positions. When he danced a sad dance it was heart wrenching, when he danced a happy dance, the boys couldn't help but smile. Eventually they exhausted Youtube's, far too limited in their view, stock of Sheldon videos and started arguing about which ones to re-watch. Danny's personal favourite was a happy dance where Sheldon was never off pointe. He jumped, ran, hopped all en pointe, in a tight black vest and rolled up black joggers, his smile never disappearing. Adam on the other hand preferred a very abstract dance, done much more recently, where Sheldon danced slowly to a piece of African poetry. It showed just how good a dancer he truly was, and Danny couldn't help but wonder why Sheldon had never mentioned it. In the end they got caught. Mac wandered past and gave them a light telling off, although they could see that he was dying to watch some of those videos too. Danny was hoping to question Sheldon about the dancing when he got back, but he fell asleep before Sheldon returned.

Danny woke to the now familiar smell of a good breakfast. Sheldon insisted on eating properly before leaving, unless it was an emergency. Danny wasn't complaining, after almost a month of fry-ups, omelettes, soup and homemade sandwiches Danny was feeling rather tubby around the waist, but well taken care of.

He squinted and searched for his glasses. He rolled over and stretched then sat up and looked towards the kitchen. Sheldon was wearing a long sleeved light blue top and white shorts while stirring something on the hob. Danny watched as Sheldon reached to one of the cupboards for something, one foot lifted on the ground, the other standing right on tiptoe.

"What's for breakfast?" he asked. Sheldon looked round.

"Fried eggs over fried vegetables." Danny kicked himself off the sofa bed (literally) and dragged some clothes out of his bag. He lumped his way into the bathroom and managed to come out fully dressed, shaved, clean and with his contact lenses in. He made his way up the steps to sit on one of the bar stools. He watched Sheldon expertly tip the eggs sunny side up over the potatoes, carrots and asparagus and slide it all onto a piece of fried toast and onto a plate. He set this plate down in front of Danny.

"Thank you." Danny picked up his fork, then thought better of it and picked up his knife as well to please Sheldon. He tucked in. Sheldon sat opposite him with his own plate.

"No wonder I'm getting so fat." He remarked. Danny looked up, surprised.

"You're not fat." He said through a mouthful of egg. Sheldon shrugged.

"Well, tubby."

"Me too the way you've been feeding me." Danny got himself a glass of water. "I need to go down to the gym." He sat down again. There was a pause. "Do you still dance?" Now it was Sheldon's turn to be surprised.

"How did you know I danced?"

"Adam and I were messing around on Youtube, found some old videos of you." Danny watched Sheldon play with his food. "You don't dance any more then?" Sheldon sat back.

"No, work got in the way, I didn't have the time." He smiled ruefully. "I guess that's why I've put on weight."

"Why don't you start again?" Sheldon shrugged. "You should. You're an amazing dancer, and I normally hate ballet!" Sheldon laughed at Danny's earnestness.

"I was going to say, I don't see you as the kind of guy who'd voluntarily watch Swan Lake or something."

"You're incredible." Danny waved some asparagus at Sheldon. "Seriously."

"Thanks, stop waving your food in my face."

"Sorry." There was silence while they munched companionably. "You should start again though."

"Maybe I will then. " Sheldon smiled. "If you're so desperate."

"I just think you're wasting your talent that's all!" Danny exclaimed. Sheldon grinned.

"All right, all right. I'll think about it." Danny pointed his last piece of egg at Sheldon threateningly.

"Good, and if you don't finish your breakfast I will."