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laniew1You know eventually I’m going to have to name Martin’s mother, instead of continually referring to her as ‘Martin’s mother’ or ‘Victor’s wife’.
Martin opened his eyes and regretted it immediately.
RATING: R (for language and violence)
PAIRING: Danny/Martin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Martin, Danny and the rest do not belong to me, although I would definitely treat them better than their actual owners do. I also make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Missing – Part 9
Martin opened his eyes and regretted it immediately.
The sun was bright and shining so either he’d not been out to long or he’d been out for a whole day and from the way Danny was slumped down in a chair, eyes closed. He looked tired even though he was asleep he thought he might have been out at least over night.
He cleared his throat and Danny jerked to attention, eyes snapping open and when he saw Martin looking at him he smiled.
Then frowned.
“How do you feel?” he asked. Martin squeezed his hand and winced when he shifted slightly.
“Sore,” he said softly, his voice sounded gravelly and he thought he sounded pathetic and miserable.
He glanced around the room, craning his neck and taking great pains to not shift his body at all. Every time he breathed his chest ached in response.
There was no sign of the woman that had been in the room when the doctors had thankfully knocked him out.
Danny pulled his chair closer to the bed, gripped Martin’s hand tightly and took a deep breath.
“I’m not going to like this, am I?”
Danny touched his face, a thumb tracing over his lips and he smiled slightly. Trying to look reassuring though Martin couldn’t rightfully say that he felt in the least reassured.
“You know how I mentioned that one of my big bosses was in New York because of a case.”
“The one that was connected to another case?” he vaguely remembered the conversation. Late at night, wrapped in a quilt that smelled like Danny, listening to Danny talk about nonsense things that Martin hadn’t even paid attention to because truthfully he’d only been on the phone so he could hear Danny’s voice.
“Yeah, that one,” Danny winced and Martin frowned.
He didn’t think he liked where he thought Danny’s vague words were leading this conversation.
“His name is Victor Fitzgerald,” Danny said softly, his eyes were locked intently on Martin’s face and Martin waited for the other shoe to drop.
“Thirty years ago his four year old son was snatched from a park…”
“Do you want to pet the puppy?”
He knelt down, daddy would be mad because his pants were dirty but he liked playing in the sandbox and if he made the face that daddy made when he didn’t like something on TV then the other kids stayed away.
Martin closed his eyes
Felt Danny stroke his hair gently and he leaned into the touch.
“Martin…”
“I have a family,” Martin said softly. And he did. Jackie and Paul Scott had taken him, had raised him and loved him as well… if not better, than the parents that were his biological ones would have.
He pressed his free hand to his chest, his heart hurt and he didn’t know if there was something going on or if it was a psychosomatic reaction to the upheaval that he was sure was going to be foisted on him whether he wanted it or not.
“I know,” Danny soothed. He felt soft lips press a kiss to his forehead, brush another one over his lips and he wondered how accepting the Fitzgerald’s would be of their son being gay. Of his being in a stable, happy, loving relationship with another man.
Because he was pretty sure that he wasn’t at all how they had envisioned their son turning out.
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Martin was asleep again, hand lax in his. Calm, steady breaths and even though every so often his face would twinge in pain, for the most part it was calm and relaxed.
Danny leaned forward in his chair, bowing his head slightly. The conversation had gone better than he’d thought it would, at least Martin had not outright stated that he would have absolutely nothing to do with the Fitzgerald’s.
Not that Danny thought he was going to be given much choice in the matter.
He wondered if maybe, subconsciously, Martin knew that the reason that the Scott’s hadn’t been into to see him yet was because Victor Fitzgerald had pretty much stated that until he, his wife and his daughter got to see and talk to Martin, that Jackie and Paul were not allowed anywhere within a five mile radius of him.
The door being pushed open drew his attention and he watched as Janice’s head peaked around the corner, her body slowly following.
The door closed quietly behind her, on the bed Martin’s brow wrinkled as he frowned.
Danny drifted a hand over the lines and Martin breathed a sigh and settled once more.
“He’s asleep again?” her voice sounded disappointed as she walked to the foot of the bed and stared down at her brother.
She’d done this before, right after the doctor had sedated Martin the first time she’d stood there and stared at him.
Awe written into every inch of her face, her hands had been clenched at her sides and Danny knew that she’d wanted to touch her brother but didn’t feel that it was her place.
He didn’t know her, she didn’t know him.
Danny had wanted to tell her that it was okay, that it was going to be okay… eventually. But he’d not said a word. Just watched, because it wasn’t his place to decide what Martin was going to be okay with. There were already too many other people were going to be or already were making decisions for Martin and Danny would not be one of them.
He would tell Martin what he knew and allow him to make his own decisions, like he always had tried to do.
Besides he didn’t know Janice. Didn’t know Victor or his wife either and even though they were blood relatives they were as good as strangers to Martin.
And it should be up to Martin as to whether or not he felt that he could have a relationship with them.
“He’s in a lot of pain, the doctors…” he waved his hands at the IV’s hanging at the head of Martin’s bed. He wasn’t sure exactly what they were giving him but he was pretty sure that it was throwing Martin for a loop and a half every time he regained consciousness.
Janice nodded in understanding even as she looked disappointed.
Every time she came in Martin was sleeping, eventually he was sure she was going to start talking about the conspiracy to keep Martin from having to interact with her or her parents. Even though Danny had no control over how Martin reacted to the medications that he was being fed through his IV’s.
The door opened again, Victor Fitzgerald this time, followed closely by an apologetic Jack and Danny stood. Still holding Martin’s hand because everyone knew that they were together and there was no reason to hide it.
Plus he got a bit of a kick out of Victor Fitzgerald wincing at the sight of their linked hands. If he ever walked in on them kissing Danny was pretty sure they might be responsible for the Assistant Director of the FBI having a massive heart attack.
Victor hugged his daughter loosely, whispered words that Danny didn’t hear and they stood together at the foot of the bed staring at the missing member of their family.
Stared at him like if they studied him long enough and hard enough they would know all his secrets, know everything about his life… know him and how to interact with him when he woke.
Danny could probably tell them everything that they wanted to know.
Martin was a gay accountant who suffered from insomnia and nightmares, who loved the parents that had taken him off the street and raised and loved him and was also in a committed relationship with an F.B.I. agent who tended to be the jealous type.
He was pretty sure that wasn’t the son or brother they thought they were going to end up with.
“…we’re going to move him to a private facility in the morning,” Victor was saying when Danny tuned into the conversation.
“Wait a minute, what?” he held up a hand and he must have looked shocked and angry because Janice moved away from her father to come stand beside him and touched his arm gently as if that would calm him down.
He wanted to tell her that only worked when it was Martin touching him and seeing as how Martin was sleeping while people were trying to make important life decisions for him, well obviously he was still going to be pissed off.
“The reporters are pretty much laying siege to the hospital, the guards have already caught two photographers trying to sneak onto the floor and while they’ve been removed from the grounds Martin is very hot story, missing four year old son of the Assistant Director of the F.B.I. found after thirty years, that’s an important news story.”
“It must be a slow news day then,” a tired voice from the bed and Danny saw Janice grin as Martin shifted, grimaced and squeezed his hand.
Victor’s hand latched onto the metal bars at the foot of the bed, leaning forward slightly. Martin stared at him and didn’t say a word.
Though there was a flicker of recognition that indicated that Martin knew who Victor was.
Danny sat back down in the chair, hand tight around Martin’s and when Martin looked at him he smiled reassuringly.
Martin was shaking, his hand trembling within Danny’s grasp and Danny lifted their linked hands and pressed a kiss against the back of Martin’s. Letting his lips linger there while he tried to think of the right thing to say.
“You’ve met Jack Malone before, this is Victor Fitzgerald, he’s Janice’s father,” Danny said softly.
“I know.”
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Martin opened his eyes and regretted it immediately.
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RATING: R (for language and violence)
PAIRING: Danny/Martin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Martin, Danny and the rest do not belong to me, although I would definitely treat them better than their actual owners do. I also make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Missing – Part 9
Martin opened his eyes and regretted it immediately.
The sun was bright and shining so either he’d not been out to long or he’d been out for a whole day and from the way Danny was slumped down in a chair, eyes closed. He looked tired even though he was asleep he thought he might have been out at least over night.
He cleared his throat and Danny jerked to attention, eyes snapping open and when he saw Martin looking at him he smiled.
Then frowned.
“How do you feel?” he asked. Martin squeezed his hand and winced when he shifted slightly.
“Sore,” he said softly, his voice sounded gravelly and he thought he sounded pathetic and miserable.
He glanced around the room, craning his neck and taking great pains to not shift his body at all. Every time he breathed his chest ached in response.
There was no sign of the woman that had been in the room when the doctors had thankfully knocked him out.
Danny pulled his chair closer to the bed, gripped Martin’s hand tightly and took a deep breath.
“I’m not going to like this, am I?”
Danny touched his face, a thumb tracing over his lips and he smiled slightly. Trying to look reassuring though Martin couldn’t rightfully say that he felt in the least reassured.
“You know how I mentioned that one of my big bosses was in New York because of a case.”
“The one that was connected to another case?” he vaguely remembered the conversation. Late at night, wrapped in a quilt that smelled like Danny, listening to Danny talk about nonsense things that Martin hadn’t even paid attention to because truthfully he’d only been on the phone so he could hear Danny’s voice.
“Yeah, that one,” Danny winced and Martin frowned.
He didn’t think he liked where he thought Danny’s vague words were leading this conversation.
“His name is Victor Fitzgerald,” Danny said softly, his eyes were locked intently on Martin’s face and Martin waited for the other shoe to drop.
“Thirty years ago his four year old son was snatched from a park…”
“Do you want to pet the puppy?”
He knelt down, daddy would be mad because his pants were dirty but he liked playing in the sandbox and if he made the face that daddy made when he didn’t like something on TV then the other kids stayed away.
Martin closed his eyes
Felt Danny stroke his hair gently and he leaned into the touch.
“Martin…”
“I have a family,” Martin said softly. And he did. Jackie and Paul Scott had taken him, had raised him and loved him as well… if not better, than the parents that were his biological ones would have.
He pressed his free hand to his chest, his heart hurt and he didn’t know if there was something going on or if it was a psychosomatic reaction to the upheaval that he was sure was going to be foisted on him whether he wanted it or not.
“I know,” Danny soothed. He felt soft lips press a kiss to his forehead, brush another one over his lips and he wondered how accepting the Fitzgerald’s would be of their son being gay. Of his being in a stable, happy, loving relationship with another man.
Because he was pretty sure that he wasn’t at all how they had envisioned their son turning out.
Martin was asleep again, hand lax in his. Calm, steady breaths and even though every so often his face would twinge in pain, for the most part it was calm and relaxed.
Danny leaned forward in his chair, bowing his head slightly. The conversation had gone better than he’d thought it would, at least Martin had not outright stated that he would have absolutely nothing to do with the Fitzgerald’s.
Not that Danny thought he was going to be given much choice in the matter.
He wondered if maybe, subconsciously, Martin knew that the reason that the Scott’s hadn’t been into to see him yet was because Victor Fitzgerald had pretty much stated that until he, his wife and his daughter got to see and talk to Martin, that Jackie and Paul were not allowed anywhere within a five mile radius of him.
The door being pushed open drew his attention and he watched as Janice’s head peaked around the corner, her body slowly following.
The door closed quietly behind her, on the bed Martin’s brow wrinkled as he frowned.
Danny drifted a hand over the lines and Martin breathed a sigh and settled once more.
“He’s asleep again?” her voice sounded disappointed as she walked to the foot of the bed and stared down at her brother.
She’d done this before, right after the doctor had sedated Martin the first time she’d stood there and stared at him.
Awe written into every inch of her face, her hands had been clenched at her sides and Danny knew that she’d wanted to touch her brother but didn’t feel that it was her place.
He didn’t know her, she didn’t know him.
Danny had wanted to tell her that it was okay, that it was going to be okay… eventually. But he’d not said a word. Just watched, because it wasn’t his place to decide what Martin was going to be okay with. There were already too many other people were going to be or already were making decisions for Martin and Danny would not be one of them.
He would tell Martin what he knew and allow him to make his own decisions, like he always had tried to do.
Besides he didn’t know Janice. Didn’t know Victor or his wife either and even though they were blood relatives they were as good as strangers to Martin.
And it should be up to Martin as to whether or not he felt that he could have a relationship with them.
“He’s in a lot of pain, the doctors…” he waved his hands at the IV’s hanging at the head of Martin’s bed. He wasn’t sure exactly what they were giving him but he was pretty sure that it was throwing Martin for a loop and a half every time he regained consciousness.
Janice nodded in understanding even as she looked disappointed.
Every time she came in Martin was sleeping, eventually he was sure she was going to start talking about the conspiracy to keep Martin from having to interact with her or her parents. Even though Danny had no control over how Martin reacted to the medications that he was being fed through his IV’s.
The door opened again, Victor Fitzgerald this time, followed closely by an apologetic Jack and Danny stood. Still holding Martin’s hand because everyone knew that they were together and there was no reason to hide it.
Plus he got a bit of a kick out of Victor Fitzgerald wincing at the sight of their linked hands. If he ever walked in on them kissing Danny was pretty sure they might be responsible for the Assistant Director of the FBI having a massive heart attack.
Victor hugged his daughter loosely, whispered words that Danny didn’t hear and they stood together at the foot of the bed staring at the missing member of their family.
Stared at him like if they studied him long enough and hard enough they would know all his secrets, know everything about his life… know him and how to interact with him when he woke.
Danny could probably tell them everything that they wanted to know.
Martin was a gay accountant who suffered from insomnia and nightmares, who loved the parents that had taken him off the street and raised and loved him and was also in a committed relationship with an F.B.I. agent who tended to be the jealous type.
He was pretty sure that wasn’t the son or brother they thought they were going to end up with.
“…we’re going to move him to a private facility in the morning,” Victor was saying when Danny tuned into the conversation.
“Wait a minute, what?” he held up a hand and he must have looked shocked and angry because Janice moved away from her father to come stand beside him and touched his arm gently as if that would calm him down.
He wanted to tell her that only worked when it was Martin touching him and seeing as how Martin was sleeping while people were trying to make important life decisions for him, well obviously he was still going to be pissed off.
“The reporters are pretty much laying siege to the hospital, the guards have already caught two photographers trying to sneak onto the floor and while they’ve been removed from the grounds Martin is very hot story, missing four year old son of the Assistant Director of the F.B.I. found after thirty years, that’s an important news story.”
“It must be a slow news day then,” a tired voice from the bed and Danny saw Janice grin as Martin shifted, grimaced and squeezed his hand.
Victor’s hand latched onto the metal bars at the foot of the bed, leaning forward slightly. Martin stared at him and didn’t say a word.
Though there was a flicker of recognition that indicated that Martin knew who Victor was.
Danny sat back down in the chair, hand tight around Martin’s and when Martin looked at him he smiled reassuringly.
Martin was shaking, his hand trembling within Danny’s grasp and Danny lifted their linked hands and pressed a kiss against the back of Martin’s. Letting his lips linger there while he tried to think of the right thing to say.
“You’ve met Jack Malone before, this is Victor Fitzgerald, he’s Janice’s father,” Danny said softly.
“I know.”
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Date: 2006-02-05 09:31 pm (UTC)I"m anxiously waiting to find out on if the fitzgerald family accepts D/M for who they are, or if they are going to try and make "changes" for what suits themselves. If that makes sense (it does in my head anyway). LOL
Thanks for another great chapter.
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Date: 2006-02-06 11:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-02-09 09:58 pm (UTC)fixchapter. ^_^ Thanks!