A little something on Danny and Kara's season 3 reunion because I was feeling it today. Written and posted so sorry for any errors. Hope you enjoy! xoxo - tmtcltb

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Trojan Horse

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"That was Kara," Danny whispered.

"You sure, mate?" Wolf gave him a questioning look.

"I know my own damn wife," Danny muttered, but with little heat. Wolf was not entirely out of line given the likelihood - or unlikelihood, as it were - of running into Kara here, in the middle of a San Diego rail yard, within minutes of coming on shore. Hell, Danny was second-guessing himself now too but, no, he knew that was her. "Captain?"

"Go get her," Tom Chandler responded. "But be careful. And the rest of you, keep an eye out for possible friendlies. If Kara is here..."

Danny didn't wait for Chandler to finish, moving in the same direction that Kara had gone, catching sight of her as she paused behind a boxcar. She was breathing hard, dressed in civvies, armed only with her sidearm and he wanted to shake her for being so reckless. What the hell was she doing? Danny slipped behind her, catching her around the waist, hand over her mouth to prevent her from giving them away as he pulled her back to a safer position. Kara's response was immediate, an elbow to the kidney and a heel to his foot, and he only managed to avoid the follow up assault on his knee because he was the one who had taught her that move.

"Hey, hey, hey." He winced when she connected again. "It's me."

He knew the instant that his words penetrated because she froze. He loosened his hold and she spun, mouth falling open. Staring at him as though at a ghost, her eyes filling with tears. And then he understood. Kara had seen the ship explode.

Probably hard to miss, actually. From here, she would have had a front seat view to the fireworks and, without being privy to the plan, would have assumed that they were all blown to bits. He held his hands out, moving slowly to avoid spooking her, speaking quietly, the way he would with a shell-shocked soldier. "It's me."

"Oh my god." Kara threw herself at him, arms wrapping around him, squeezing him so hard that it hurt. "I thought you were dead."

"I know, I know. But I'm here." Damn he had missed her. Her voice, her scent, the way she fit so perfectly in his arms, just like she always...he pulled away, glancing down, the flat stomach both familiar and jarring. "Where's Frankie?"

"He's fine. He's with my mother." She reached up to touch his face, then her hand dropped to his shoulder, his chest, his arm, as though searching for invisible blood or wounds or both.

"Look at you." The tears shimmering in her eyes did it, pushed him over the edge, and Danny found himself backing her into the boxcar, kissing her again and again, despite knowing the precariousness of their position. Needing to prove to her - to himself - that they were both here. Alive.

Together.

Finally he dragged his mouth away, but he didn't let her go. Not yet. Instead, he rested his forehead against hers as he tried to focus. "You here alone?"

"No, I'm with Tex and Kat. Plus," Kara glanced both ways. "The President."

"Oliver?" Danny was surprised, although he shouldn't have been. The man had shown himself to be damn level headed in a crisis, the polar opposite of Michener.

"Yeah. Anyone else..." Kara trailed off.

God, she still didn't know. "It wasn't the James. It was a decoy - a Chinese ship we captured in... actually it doesn't matter."

"Does that mean..." She was gaping at him again. "So you're all..."

"Everyone's fine. Come with me." Danny grabbed her hand, moving as quickly as he could without getting them killed, keeping the physical contact until they came around the last bend and were in full sight of everyone. Even then he found it difficult to release Kara's fingers, as though she might disappear the moment that he let go.

At the sight of the team, Kara gave a soft cry and started forward, only to halt abruptly, turning back towards him. "Don't you ever do that to me again."

Danny threw up his hands. "Scout's honor."

Then she was off, moving towards their friends. Catching sight of a familiar face, Danny crossed the clearing, slapping Tex on the back. "Good to see you again, old man."

"You too, youngin'," Tex replied.

Both men watched as Kara hugged first Wolf, then Carlton, and even Jeter. Danny felt his hands fisting involuntarily, imagining what the last few weeks must have been like. He glanced at Tex. "Thank you for taking care of her for me."

Tex nodded. "Anytime, my brother, anytime."