A/N — current plan is to post a chapter a day through 12/31 to finish off this story. But you know what they say about best laid plans... xoxo — kals
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Chapter 7
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Danny's anger propelled him through the first two days after they left Gitmo, his fury at Kara for putting herself — putting them — in such a compromising position carrying him through the inevitable awkward run-ins.
Then the engines stalled, and the water began to run out.
By the fourth day, the anger was gone and, in its place, was the sickening realization that he had screwed up — in more ways than one. Obviously, slowing down the RHIB had been a total fuck-up and one that could have been catastrophic for the entire ship. But he had also unnecessarily messed things up with Kara. Because Danny was pretty sure both he and Kara were actually on the same page, recognizing that they needed to take a step back and keep things professional. At least, he was pretty sure they were on the same page before he lost his temper, yelled at her, and made everything a million times worse.
Damn it.
He hadn't spent the last twenty years working on his anger issues to lose control now, when he absolutely needed to retain control. Worse, now he needed to apologize and hope that Kara was in a forgiving kind of a mood, but he didn't trust himself enough to go near her without doing something stupid. Either kissing her silly or yelling at her about something else. Which is why he had decided to wait.
But now, sitting in the helicopter bay, praying for any tiny bit of wind, Danny didn't have the energy to look away when Kara stepped through the door. She hesitated, as if expecting him to object to her presence, and Danny felt a stab of guilt as he gave her a nod of welcome. She looked good. Well, that was a lie, she looked terrible. But she was on her feet and not gazing blankly out into space, which was apparently Doctor Scott's signal to start an IV. So, good for the circumstances, which were terrible.
How much worse would this all be if Kara was pregnant?
The thought popped into Danny's mind unexpectedly. With all that had happened over the past few weeks, a pregnancy scare seemed somehow so very trivial. Yet, now that the thought took hold, Danny couldn't help but wonder how different things would be right now if Kara was pregnant. It would be terrifying, of course, but, strangely, Danny wondered if it would be easier, in a way, if everyone knew about him and Kara. Maybe a baby would even be a reason for him to hold it together despite the world going to hell.
Danny waited until Kara was sitting to glance over, their eyes locking, and he hoped that Kara would somehow understand everything that he couldn't say — that he was sorry, that he knew he had screwed up, that needed space to get his head straight. But, most of all, Danny hoped that she knew he still meant what he said all those weeks ago.
If we stick together, it will all be okay, one way or another.