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laniew1I’m behind on everything. I know that Neko finished her Martin/Danny and I have printed it off for ease of reading later.
For now enjoy more Missing… we’re coming into the homestretch. I’m going to guess about four more chapters or so if my outline holds true.
Therapy was just as invasively horrible as Martin remembered it being. The questions were the same as well, and they wavered between things he had no desire to ever speak of and things that he had no recollection of in the first place.
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 11
Therapy was just as invasively horrible as Martin remembered it being. The questions were the same as well, and they wavered between things he had no desire to ever speak of and things that he had no recollection of in the first place.
His therapist was a drastic change from the last two just over fifty year old men that he’d had. She was young and cheerful and always seemed to be smiling at him even when he snapped and growled and bared his teeth at her.
Danny found that amusing. Martin wasn’t sure why.
He knew it was mean and totally uncalled for, she was doing her job to the best of her abilities and if he’d asked her, quite seriously, if she was old enough to actually be attached to the certificate hanging in a place of honor on her wall, she didn’t seem to take it personally.
She did continually ask if he was ready for his parents and sister to begin attending sessions with them. At the beginning of each session and he was beginning to rely on that to tell him when the clock started.
He didn’t tell her that if she’d just said parents and left of the sister part he might have thought she was talking about the Scott’s and relented already.
Because the Scott’s were who he thought of as his parents. His mom and his dad and no matter how many times he was reminded that he was Martin Fitzgerald now he still thought of himself as Martin Scott.
Mostly because he wasn’t sure how to be Martin Fitzgerald. Wasn’t even sure he wanted to try.
Because he was almost sure that being a Fitzgerald meant no Danny and he wasn’t willing to give up Danny for anyone, not even his family.
He refused to, Danny had been his rock. Solid and strong, he had run interference with his therapist (Melissa Graves, call me Missy) until she had put her foot down and insisted on one one-hour chat to break through the ice.
And by putting her foot down Martin meant that she’d stood outside their door until Danny gave him up and Martin finally relented just so that they could get some sleep.
He probably would have just not shown up, but Melissa had invited Danny as well, and seeing as how Danny had never been through therapy before he'd wanted to go and had in turn dragged Martin along with him.
“The sooner we get through the therapy thing the sooner we can go home,” Danny had said.
And maybe that was why he loved Danny so much, because it should have been ‘you’ but instead it was ‘we’.
Danny didn’t even need to be there. He could have gone home and waited for them to release Martin, but he knew Martin well enough to know that if he had left Martin wouldn’t have been far behind.
Against doctors orders or not.
It had been three weeks, Martin was mostly, physically healed. But some wounds were harder to close and heal then others.
He hadn’t agreed to a joint session with his ‘family’ yet and at some point both Melissa and Danny were going to get tired of waiting.
Melissa would apologize but tell him it was for his own good. Danny would tell him to quit being so stubborn, and if they’d done the joint sessions they would be home already dodging phone calls from the Fitzgerald’s.
Unfortunately they knew where they lived and where Danny worked but that was why there were locks… to keep unwanted, uninvited guests out.
Even it they were supposedly family.
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Danny was silent when he entered the room.
Lately it was uncertain what sort of mood Martin would be in when he returned from his solo therapy sessions.
Mostly it would depend on how much Missy had pushed for the Fitzgerald’s. Danny pushed to, but he knew Martin’s limits. Knew that if he pushed too much, to fast that Martin would firmly entrench himself in whatever decision he had made and not waver at all. He could be stubborn that way and Danny wondered who he’d inherited that from.
Martin was sitting on the bed, staring out the window, hands moving restlessly against his thighs.
Danny touched his shoulder gently, waiting to be either acknowledged or rebuked. Because if it had been a bad enough session that Martin sought solitude instead of Danny sometimes he would pull away.
He was gratified to feel Martin lean into his hand. Enough so that he climbed up on the bed, Martin would yell at him later about not having taken his shoes off first, but for now he settled behind him. Legs on either side of his hips, arms wrapped tightly around him.
It was on the tip of his tongue to ask what had happened.
Because something obviously had.
He waited in silence, silence that soon seemed oppressive and very not right.
Martin would normally have been muttering ‘that woman’ and ‘who does she think she works for anyway, me or them’ by now.
The ‘them’ was of course the Fitzgerald’s that Martin hadn’t even spoken to since their move to the private recovery facility.
He opened his mouth to say something, anything to break the veil of silence that had fallen and was to quiet.
“Tomorrow,” Martin said softly. One word and it was filled with such pain and fear that Danny tightened his arms even more, closed his eyes and rested his chin on Martin’s shoulder.
He knew he should tell Martin that he didn’t need to do this if he wasn’t ready. But it was long past time and the longer Martin put it off the harder it was going to be when he finally did it.
He could feel Martin trembling in his arms, terrified of speaking to the parents and sister that had waited and searched for so long for him. Danny knew with absolute certainty that there would be no sleep attained that night.
“You don’t need to do this,” he whispered. “Not if you aren’t ready.”
He had to offer the out, had to make sure that Martin knew that this was his decision, not Danny’s or Missy’s or even the Fitzgerald’s. It was Martin’s and if he chose to change his mind Danny himself would go to Missy and tell her to call it off.
The session would do no good if Martin was too terrified to participate in it.
“I’m tired Danny, I want to go home.”
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Martin was still awake when the sun rose. He’d closed his eyes at Danny’s insistence but he didn’t think he’d slept more then twenty minutes.
Danny had slept, was in fact still sleeping, hand heavy on Martin’s hip. They hadn’t made love since they’d been at the recovery facility.
When they’d first arrived Martin had been sore and jumpy and still suffering from internal injuries.
When he’d finally healed enough to contemplate it he’d been weirded out by the fact that while their door might have had a lock on it, his doctors, the nurses that manned the front desk and the cleaning crew all had keys to it.
Not that anyone would use them, at least that was what they’d insisted when Martin had pushed. Not unless something was wrong and they had no other way to gain access to the room.
But there was still the fact that they had the keys and the apparent open option to use them as they deemed necessary was enough to put a damper on things in Martin’s mind.
He felt Danny shift behind him, hand tightening as Danny pressed against him.
It would be so easy. They were under covers, Martin was wearing only light sleep pants, Danny a pair of boxers, they could start this morning off on a good note since it was pretty much guaranteed to end on a bad one.
“So cold showers again,” Danny sighed, he didn’t sound enthused about the prospect. Hell Martin wasn't all that enthused about another cold shower, not with Danny warm and willing behind him.
But…
“Anyone could walk in,” Martin muttered. It was like having a horny Danny at his parents house that first time all over again. Terrified of his parents knowing what they were doing, even though they had to have known they were having sex because they’d let them stay in the same room.
“No one has walked through that door without first knocking on it,” Danny growled. Martin turned on his back to stare up at him. Obviously the lack of sex was wearing on Danny’s nerves because that had sounded downright snippy.
“Exactly, our luck has been too good. It’s bound to change the minute we try something different,” Martin explained. Even to his ears it sounded weak and his hormones as well as other parts of his body were screaming at him to stop being an idiot.
Danny laughed at him, kissed him roughly. Lips moving over his possessively, tongue invading his mouth and Martin forgot what his objections were supposed to be.
This was a bad idea why?
When Danny released him he was breathless and panting, sprawled across Danny’s chest while Danny was leering up at him, hands inside his pants clutching at his ass and grinding them together.
Martin managed to frown down at him but it was hard what with the fact that he was moving in motion with Danny and he knew he was most definitely sending mixed signals.
“No fair seducing me with your kisses.”
“I tried to seduce you with my naked body but you just turned bright red and barricaded yourself in the bathroom for two hours. I’m still not sure how you managed that, that door doesn’t even have any way to lock it,” Danny eyed him like he was waiting for Martin to spill his guts and Martin stared back at him and kept his mouth shut, wondering what he would have to do to convince Danny to kiss him like that again.
He liked privacy when he was in the bathroom, if he told Danny how he’d secured the door then Danny would figure out a way around it and then Martin would have Danny perched on the tub while Martin was on the toilet and that was just plain disturbing.
There should be some acts that were still private.
Besides the fact that the image of Danny perching on the tub was way to similar to his mom perching on the tub because Martin had been afraid that their old claw-footed bathtub would turn into an alligator and eat him.
He’d been five at the time and had, admittedly, quite an active imagination.
“Martin?” Danny’s voice was soft, his hands gentle against his face, (when had they moved? Martin didn’t recall) from the edge of worry lacing it he’d said Martin’s name more than once.
Martin smiled at him, it was a weak one but Danny was obviously giving him points for effort and he returned it gently. Like Martin was fragile and he didn’t want to spook him by showing to many teeth.
“I was just thinking about the tub at my parents.”
“You mean the one with the claw feet that you thought was going to turn into a crocodile…”
“Alligator,” Martin corrected, Danny rolled his eyes at him.
“… alligator and eat you?”
Martin could feel himself flushing, skin burning hot. “I wish I’d never introduced you to my parents.”
“You don’t mean that,” Danny wrapped his arms around him and Martin realized that he was still lying on top of him. He wondered if Danny would move him before oxygen became an issue or if he would be explaining to someone how he hadn’t meant to kill his boyfriend but that Danny had never told him that he couldn’t breathe.
“I don’t?”
“No, because if you hadn’t introduced me to your parents they would still be trying to fix you up with every pretty girl that they met at the grocery store. And then I’d have to harm people. You wouldn’t want me to have to hurt people, would you Martin?”
Martin smiled at him, leaned down to kiss him then glanced at the clock, groaned at the time and rolled off of him.
“We should take showers and get dressed. We’re supposed to be in Melissa’s office at ten.”
“We?” Danny rolled onto his side, propped himself up on one arm and ran the other hand across Martin’s back. He’d been wearing a t-shirt when they’d gone to bed, it was one of the reasons that Martin figured he had to have at least dozed at one point because he didn’t remember Danny removing it.
“Melissa said I could bring you if I wanted, for moral support so…” Martin shrugged helplessly. He didn’t think he could do this unless Danny was next to him, lending him his quiet strength.
“Well we should get ready then,” Danny smirked at him. “If we take a shower together we can save time.”
Martin stared at him doubtfully.
“Can you keep your hands to yourself? Because the last time we tried to have shower sex we almost killed each other.”
Danny smiled innocently at him. “I promise nothing.”
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For now enjoy more Missing… we’re coming into the homestretch. I’m going to guess about four more chapters or so if my outline holds true.
Therapy was just as invasively horrible as Martin remembered it being. The questions were the same as well, and they wavered between things he had no desire to ever speak of and things that he had no recollection of in the first place.
| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 |
| Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 |
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 11
Therapy was just as invasively horrible as Martin remembered it being. The questions were the same as well, and they wavered between things he had no desire to ever speak of and things that he had no recollection of in the first place.
His therapist was a drastic change from the last two just over fifty year old men that he’d had. She was young and cheerful and always seemed to be smiling at him even when he snapped and growled and bared his teeth at her.
Danny found that amusing. Martin wasn’t sure why.
He knew it was mean and totally uncalled for, she was doing her job to the best of her abilities and if he’d asked her, quite seriously, if she was old enough to actually be attached to the certificate hanging in a place of honor on her wall, she didn’t seem to take it personally.
She did continually ask if he was ready for his parents and sister to begin attending sessions with them. At the beginning of each session and he was beginning to rely on that to tell him when the clock started.
He didn’t tell her that if she’d just said parents and left of the sister part he might have thought she was talking about the Scott’s and relented already.
Because the Scott’s were who he thought of as his parents. His mom and his dad and no matter how many times he was reminded that he was Martin Fitzgerald now he still thought of himself as Martin Scott.
Mostly because he wasn’t sure how to be Martin Fitzgerald. Wasn’t even sure he wanted to try.
Because he was almost sure that being a Fitzgerald meant no Danny and he wasn’t willing to give up Danny for anyone, not even his family.
He refused to, Danny had been his rock. Solid and strong, he had run interference with his therapist (Melissa Graves, call me Missy) until she had put her foot down and insisted on one one-hour chat to break through the ice.
And by putting her foot down Martin meant that she’d stood outside their door until Danny gave him up and Martin finally relented just so that they could get some sleep.
He probably would have just not shown up, but Melissa had invited Danny as well, and seeing as how Danny had never been through therapy before he'd wanted to go and had in turn dragged Martin along with him.
“The sooner we get through the therapy thing the sooner we can go home,” Danny had said.
And maybe that was why he loved Danny so much, because it should have been ‘you’ but instead it was ‘we’.
Danny didn’t even need to be there. He could have gone home and waited for them to release Martin, but he knew Martin well enough to know that if he had left Martin wouldn’t have been far behind.
Against doctors orders or not.
It had been three weeks, Martin was mostly, physically healed. But some wounds were harder to close and heal then others.
He hadn’t agreed to a joint session with his ‘family’ yet and at some point both Melissa and Danny were going to get tired of waiting.
Melissa would apologize but tell him it was for his own good. Danny would tell him to quit being so stubborn, and if they’d done the joint sessions they would be home already dodging phone calls from the Fitzgerald’s.
Unfortunately they knew where they lived and where Danny worked but that was why there were locks… to keep unwanted, uninvited guests out.
Even it they were supposedly family.
Danny was silent when he entered the room.
Lately it was uncertain what sort of mood Martin would be in when he returned from his solo therapy sessions.
Mostly it would depend on how much Missy had pushed for the Fitzgerald’s. Danny pushed to, but he knew Martin’s limits. Knew that if he pushed too much, to fast that Martin would firmly entrench himself in whatever decision he had made and not waver at all. He could be stubborn that way and Danny wondered who he’d inherited that from.
Martin was sitting on the bed, staring out the window, hands moving restlessly against his thighs.
Danny touched his shoulder gently, waiting to be either acknowledged or rebuked. Because if it had been a bad enough session that Martin sought solitude instead of Danny sometimes he would pull away.
He was gratified to feel Martin lean into his hand. Enough so that he climbed up on the bed, Martin would yell at him later about not having taken his shoes off first, but for now he settled behind him. Legs on either side of his hips, arms wrapped tightly around him.
It was on the tip of his tongue to ask what had happened.
Because something obviously had.
He waited in silence, silence that soon seemed oppressive and very not right.
Martin would normally have been muttering ‘that woman’ and ‘who does she think she works for anyway, me or them’ by now.
The ‘them’ was of course the Fitzgerald’s that Martin hadn’t even spoken to since their move to the private recovery facility.
He opened his mouth to say something, anything to break the veil of silence that had fallen and was to quiet.
“Tomorrow,” Martin said softly. One word and it was filled with such pain and fear that Danny tightened his arms even more, closed his eyes and rested his chin on Martin’s shoulder.
He knew he should tell Martin that he didn’t need to do this if he wasn’t ready. But it was long past time and the longer Martin put it off the harder it was going to be when he finally did it.
He could feel Martin trembling in his arms, terrified of speaking to the parents and sister that had waited and searched for so long for him. Danny knew with absolute certainty that there would be no sleep attained that night.
“You don’t need to do this,” he whispered. “Not if you aren’t ready.”
He had to offer the out, had to make sure that Martin knew that this was his decision, not Danny’s or Missy’s or even the Fitzgerald’s. It was Martin’s and if he chose to change his mind Danny himself would go to Missy and tell her to call it off.
The session would do no good if Martin was too terrified to participate in it.
“I’m tired Danny, I want to go home.”
Martin was still awake when the sun rose. He’d closed his eyes at Danny’s insistence but he didn’t think he’d slept more then twenty minutes.
Danny had slept, was in fact still sleeping, hand heavy on Martin’s hip. They hadn’t made love since they’d been at the recovery facility.
When they’d first arrived Martin had been sore and jumpy and still suffering from internal injuries.
When he’d finally healed enough to contemplate it he’d been weirded out by the fact that while their door might have had a lock on it, his doctors, the nurses that manned the front desk and the cleaning crew all had keys to it.
Not that anyone would use them, at least that was what they’d insisted when Martin had pushed. Not unless something was wrong and they had no other way to gain access to the room.
But there was still the fact that they had the keys and the apparent open option to use them as they deemed necessary was enough to put a damper on things in Martin’s mind.
He felt Danny shift behind him, hand tightening as Danny pressed against him.
It would be so easy. They were under covers, Martin was wearing only light sleep pants, Danny a pair of boxers, they could start this morning off on a good note since it was pretty much guaranteed to end on a bad one.
“So cold showers again,” Danny sighed, he didn’t sound enthused about the prospect. Hell Martin wasn't all that enthused about another cold shower, not with Danny warm and willing behind him.
But…
“Anyone could walk in,” Martin muttered. It was like having a horny Danny at his parents house that first time all over again. Terrified of his parents knowing what they were doing, even though they had to have known they were having sex because they’d let them stay in the same room.
“No one has walked through that door without first knocking on it,” Danny growled. Martin turned on his back to stare up at him. Obviously the lack of sex was wearing on Danny’s nerves because that had sounded downright snippy.
“Exactly, our luck has been too good. It’s bound to change the minute we try something different,” Martin explained. Even to his ears it sounded weak and his hormones as well as other parts of his body were screaming at him to stop being an idiot.
Danny laughed at him, kissed him roughly. Lips moving over his possessively, tongue invading his mouth and Martin forgot what his objections were supposed to be.
This was a bad idea why?
When Danny released him he was breathless and panting, sprawled across Danny’s chest while Danny was leering up at him, hands inside his pants clutching at his ass and grinding them together.
Martin managed to frown down at him but it was hard what with the fact that he was moving in motion with Danny and he knew he was most definitely sending mixed signals.
“No fair seducing me with your kisses.”
“I tried to seduce you with my naked body but you just turned bright red and barricaded yourself in the bathroom for two hours. I’m still not sure how you managed that, that door doesn’t even have any way to lock it,” Danny eyed him like he was waiting for Martin to spill his guts and Martin stared back at him and kept his mouth shut, wondering what he would have to do to convince Danny to kiss him like that again.
He liked privacy when he was in the bathroom, if he told Danny how he’d secured the door then Danny would figure out a way around it and then Martin would have Danny perched on the tub while Martin was on the toilet and that was just plain disturbing.
There should be some acts that were still private.
Besides the fact that the image of Danny perching on the tub was way to similar to his mom perching on the tub because Martin had been afraid that their old claw-footed bathtub would turn into an alligator and eat him.
He’d been five at the time and had, admittedly, quite an active imagination.
“Martin?” Danny’s voice was soft, his hands gentle against his face, (when had they moved? Martin didn’t recall) from the edge of worry lacing it he’d said Martin’s name more than once.
Martin smiled at him, it was a weak one but Danny was obviously giving him points for effort and he returned it gently. Like Martin was fragile and he didn’t want to spook him by showing to many teeth.
“I was just thinking about the tub at my parents.”
“You mean the one with the claw feet that you thought was going to turn into a crocodile…”
“Alligator,” Martin corrected, Danny rolled his eyes at him.
“… alligator and eat you?”
Martin could feel himself flushing, skin burning hot. “I wish I’d never introduced you to my parents.”
“You don’t mean that,” Danny wrapped his arms around him and Martin realized that he was still lying on top of him. He wondered if Danny would move him before oxygen became an issue or if he would be explaining to someone how he hadn’t meant to kill his boyfriend but that Danny had never told him that he couldn’t breathe.
“I don’t?”
“No, because if you hadn’t introduced me to your parents they would still be trying to fix you up with every pretty girl that they met at the grocery store. And then I’d have to harm people. You wouldn’t want me to have to hurt people, would you Martin?”
Martin smiled at him, leaned down to kiss him then glanced at the clock, groaned at the time and rolled off of him.
“We should take showers and get dressed. We’re supposed to be in Melissa’s office at ten.”
“We?” Danny rolled onto his side, propped himself up on one arm and ran the other hand across Martin’s back. He’d been wearing a t-shirt when they’d gone to bed, it was one of the reasons that Martin figured he had to have at least dozed at one point because he didn’t remember Danny removing it.
“Melissa said I could bring you if I wanted, for moral support so…” Martin shrugged helplessly. He didn’t think he could do this unless Danny was next to him, lending him his quiet strength.
“Well we should get ready then,” Danny smirked at him. “If we take a shower together we can save time.”
Martin stared at him doubtfully.
“Can you keep your hands to yourself? Because the last time we tried to have shower sex we almost killed each other.”
Danny smiled innocently at him. “I promise nothing.”