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Danny wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand the silence.
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 12
Danny wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand the silence.
He wasn’t sure how much longer the Fitzgerald’s and Melissa could handle it. Or would allow it to go on.
Martin on the other hand seemed to be having no problems at all with the silence. He hadn’t made eye contact with anyone in the room besides Danny since they’d sat down.
Martin choosing the one seat that would put the Fitzgerald’s on the opposite side of the room and force Danny to sit so close to him that he could feel his body heat. Not that he minded.
Not in the least.
It was just the seat that Martin had chosen was a loveseat that had obviously not been designed for two grown men to sit together on, they were wedged in it so tightly that they’d have to stand at the same exact moment or they’d never be able to get up.
Of course if Martin’d had his way he would have sat in the hallway while the meeting was held.
They’d been sitting in an increasingly uncomfortable silence for going on ten minutes. Obviously the Fitzgerald’s and Melissa wanted to allow Martin to be the one to direct how this first initial meeting was going to go.
From the way Martin wanted the meeting to go Danny wouldn’t be surprised if they sat there for the hour in complete and utter silence.
Because Martin was making no attempt to say anything or to even looking like he was contemplating speaking, instead he was rubbing his hands against jeans and staring at his knees like they were the most fascinating thing that he’d ever seen.
Victor cleared his throat and Danny looked over at him.
He was staring at Martin with wide eyes and an expression that managed to convey a slew of emotions that Danny honestly hadn’t even been sure that Victor could feel.
Fear was the most prevalent and Danny knew that it was fear that Martin might not accept them.
Might not be able to accept them.
He wasn’t a child any longer, wasn’t a four year old boy that idolized his father and loved his mother and sister with all the fierceness of a child’s love.
Danny touched Martin’s back, he could feel the slight trembling which never seemed to ease. Made a mental note to offer a backrub later because Martin was holding himself so stiffly he was going to need it in order to relax.
“I thought maybe we could spend this first meeting just getting to know each other,” Melissa’s voice was soft. Probably so as to not startle Martin who looked as if he was ten seconds from bolting.
Danny glanced over at her and knew that this meeting was going the way that she’d intended. He didn’t know what to tell her, Martin could be stubborn. Obviously something that was both a genetic trait from Victor and something that he learned at the knee of Paul growing up.
Martin cleared his throat and Danny, as well as everyone else, looked over at him.
He’d honestly thought that Martin would not be able to participate in any way.
“I just…” Martin trailed off, his voice was so quiet that even Danny, who was sitting next to him, had to strain to hear him.
“Martin?” Melissa kept her tone even and gentle. Coaxing almost, Danny rubbed his hand in small circles against Martin’s back and debated putting a stop to this.
Martin was doing this, had agreed to this meeting because he wanted to go home. But Danny wasn’t willing to put anymore stress on him than Martin was already feeling.
“I just… I don’t know what you want from me,” Martin said softly, he stared at his knees. Didn’t make eye contact with anyone, not even him. Danny laid a hand over his, squeezing tightly. To remind Martin that he was there.
Victor leaned forward in his chair, Janice on one side, his wife Clarice on the other, he stared intently at Martin.
“We just want a chance to get to know you, spend time with you. You’re our son, our family.”
Martin nodded slowly, swallowing audibly, turned his hand over under Danny’s and laced their fingers together.
“I have a family,” he stated. Firmly and with a resolve that Danny hadn’t heard in a long while.
Victor started sharply and Danny was sure that he would have retorted angrily that the Scott’s were not Martin’s family if Clarice hadn’t grabbed his arm. Danny was sure she was digging nails into Victor’s arm because the older man winced and silenced.
“We know that,” her voice was cultured and smooth. This was a woman that had been born and raised with money.
Danny couldn’t help but wonder how different Martin would have been raised and turned out if he hadn’t been kidnapped as a child and raised by a family without the money and privilege that he would have been afforded as a Fitzgerald.
“I want to see them,” Martin said. “They’ve done nothing wrong but take in a lost child and raise him to the best of their ability.”
“Martin…” Janice this time and it didn’t surprise Danny that the entire Fitzgerald clan would have to speak up about Martin’s relationship with the Scott’s.
Martin looked up finally, making eye contact for the first time since they’d entered the room.
And maybe some things were hereditary. Because Martin’s voice when he spoke was hard as steel and brooked no disagreement.
“This is not negotiable.”
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“Well that could have gone better,” Danny said as they entered their room. Martin sighed and flopped down on the bed. Staring at the ceiling and wondering if there was a way to have made this entire day not happen.
He’d hurt the Fitzgerald’s, he’d could see that. His insistence that he be allowed contact (he was an adult, had been for a number of years and there was absolutely no reason that he should be needing to ask permission to see anybody) with the Scott’s had wounded them but Martin had seen no way around it.
He refused to give up his parents just because he’d been found by his biological family.
They’d just have to work out some sort of arrangement that allowed him to keep both.
“I thought it went okay,” Martin muttered. He was lying through his teeth and Danny knew it from the sound of his laugh.
He closed his eyes and felt Danny drop onto the bed, crawling up the length of Martin’s body. Knees on either side of his hips and he smiled as Danny dropped a kiss on the tip of his nose.
“You were in the same meeting I was weren’t you?” Danny brushed their noses together.
“You know I was.”
“Then you should know that when one half of the party bursts into tears and another one actually gets up and walks out… that’s not a good thing.”
Martin winced. Because while Victor might have remained stoic and silent after Martin’s declaration, Janice had burst into tears and Clarice had collected her purse and her jacket and stalked out of the room without saying another word.
“I was supposed to be honest and forthright about my feelings and opinions.”
“There’s being honest and then there’s being a bit cruel,” Danny shifted to his side, one leg laying over his and one arm resting against his chest. “They’re your family Martin, right now that doesn’t mean much because they’re being a bit forceful about making you accept that fact instead of giving you time to come to terms with what that means on your own.”
Martin leaned his head against Danny’s, closed his eyes.
“I just…” he mumbled and he felt Danny shift next to him slightly. Silent while he waited for Martin to say something more. “I’m an adult you know, I’m not that four year old child and I just feel like…”
“Martin?”
“I feel like this is going to devolve into a custody battle and I’m not a child. I’m an adult and I can make my own decisions and I just want…”
“You want what?” Danny asked when Martin fell silent for longer than what he probably felt necessary.
“I want to be treated like an adult, like the decisions and opinions that I have matter. I want them to realize that I can make my own decisions and I want them to give me time to deal with all this without everyone looking over my shoulder waiting for me to denounce my parents.”
Danny shifted again, hands pulling him into Danny’s arms and he laid his head against his shoulder and kept his eyes closed.
Maybe if he kept them closed long enough he could open them again and this would all have been some sadistic nightmare.
“I don’t think they’re going to give me that time, are they.”
Danny kissed his forehead, arms tightening around him.
“No, I don’t think they are,” he murmured against Martin’s skin and Martin hitched a breath. “But at least they’ll let us go home now.”
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Danny wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand the silence.
| 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 12
Danny wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand the silence.
He wasn’t sure how much longer the Fitzgerald’s and Melissa could handle it. Or would allow it to go on.
Martin on the other hand seemed to be having no problems at all with the silence. He hadn’t made eye contact with anyone in the room besides Danny since they’d sat down.
Martin choosing the one seat that would put the Fitzgerald’s on the opposite side of the room and force Danny to sit so close to him that he could feel his body heat. Not that he minded.
Not in the least.
It was just the seat that Martin had chosen was a loveseat that had obviously not been designed for two grown men to sit together on, they were wedged in it so tightly that they’d have to stand at the same exact moment or they’d never be able to get up.
Of course if Martin’d had his way he would have sat in the hallway while the meeting was held.
They’d been sitting in an increasingly uncomfortable silence for going on ten minutes. Obviously the Fitzgerald’s and Melissa wanted to allow Martin to be the one to direct how this first initial meeting was going to go.
From the way Martin wanted the meeting to go Danny wouldn’t be surprised if they sat there for the hour in complete and utter silence.
Because Martin was making no attempt to say anything or to even looking like he was contemplating speaking, instead he was rubbing his hands against jeans and staring at his knees like they were the most fascinating thing that he’d ever seen.
Victor cleared his throat and Danny looked over at him.
He was staring at Martin with wide eyes and an expression that managed to convey a slew of emotions that Danny honestly hadn’t even been sure that Victor could feel.
Fear was the most prevalent and Danny knew that it was fear that Martin might not accept them.
Might not be able to accept them.
He wasn’t a child any longer, wasn’t a four year old boy that idolized his father and loved his mother and sister with all the fierceness of a child’s love.
Danny touched Martin’s back, he could feel the slight trembling which never seemed to ease. Made a mental note to offer a backrub later because Martin was holding himself so stiffly he was going to need it in order to relax.
“I thought maybe we could spend this first meeting just getting to know each other,” Melissa’s voice was soft. Probably so as to not startle Martin who looked as if he was ten seconds from bolting.
Danny glanced over at her and knew that this meeting was going the way that she’d intended. He didn’t know what to tell her, Martin could be stubborn. Obviously something that was both a genetic trait from Victor and something that he learned at the knee of Paul growing up.
Martin cleared his throat and Danny, as well as everyone else, looked over at him.
He’d honestly thought that Martin would not be able to participate in any way.
“I just…” Martin trailed off, his voice was so quiet that even Danny, who was sitting next to him, had to strain to hear him.
“Martin?” Melissa kept her tone even and gentle. Coaxing almost, Danny rubbed his hand in small circles against Martin’s back and debated putting a stop to this.
Martin was doing this, had agreed to this meeting because he wanted to go home. But Danny wasn’t willing to put anymore stress on him than Martin was already feeling.
“I just… I don’t know what you want from me,” Martin said softly, he stared at his knees. Didn’t make eye contact with anyone, not even him. Danny laid a hand over his, squeezing tightly. To remind Martin that he was there.
Victor leaned forward in his chair, Janice on one side, his wife Clarice on the other, he stared intently at Martin.
“We just want a chance to get to know you, spend time with you. You’re our son, our family.”
Martin nodded slowly, swallowing audibly, turned his hand over under Danny’s and laced their fingers together.
“I have a family,” he stated. Firmly and with a resolve that Danny hadn’t heard in a long while.
Victor started sharply and Danny was sure that he would have retorted angrily that the Scott’s were not Martin’s family if Clarice hadn’t grabbed his arm. Danny was sure she was digging nails into Victor’s arm because the older man winced and silenced.
“We know that,” her voice was cultured and smooth. This was a woman that had been born and raised with money.
Danny couldn’t help but wonder how different Martin would have been raised and turned out if he hadn’t been kidnapped as a child and raised by a family without the money and privilege that he would have been afforded as a Fitzgerald.
“I want to see them,” Martin said. “They’ve done nothing wrong but take in a lost child and raise him to the best of their ability.”
“Martin…” Janice this time and it didn’t surprise Danny that the entire Fitzgerald clan would have to speak up about Martin’s relationship with the Scott’s.
Martin looked up finally, making eye contact for the first time since they’d entered the room.
And maybe some things were hereditary. Because Martin’s voice when he spoke was hard as steel and brooked no disagreement.
“This is not negotiable.”
“Well that could have gone better,” Danny said as they entered their room. Martin sighed and flopped down on the bed. Staring at the ceiling and wondering if there was a way to have made this entire day not happen.
He’d hurt the Fitzgerald’s, he’d could see that. His insistence that he be allowed contact (he was an adult, had been for a number of years and there was absolutely no reason that he should be needing to ask permission to see anybody) with the Scott’s had wounded them but Martin had seen no way around it.
He refused to give up his parents just because he’d been found by his biological family.
They’d just have to work out some sort of arrangement that allowed him to keep both.
“I thought it went okay,” Martin muttered. He was lying through his teeth and Danny knew it from the sound of his laugh.
He closed his eyes and felt Danny drop onto the bed, crawling up the length of Martin’s body. Knees on either side of his hips and he smiled as Danny dropped a kiss on the tip of his nose.
“You were in the same meeting I was weren’t you?” Danny brushed their noses together.
“You know I was.”
“Then you should know that when one half of the party bursts into tears and another one actually gets up and walks out… that’s not a good thing.”
Martin winced. Because while Victor might have remained stoic and silent after Martin’s declaration, Janice had burst into tears and Clarice had collected her purse and her jacket and stalked out of the room without saying another word.
“I was supposed to be honest and forthright about my feelings and opinions.”
“There’s being honest and then there’s being a bit cruel,” Danny shifted to his side, one leg laying over his and one arm resting against his chest. “They’re your family Martin, right now that doesn’t mean much because they’re being a bit forceful about making you accept that fact instead of giving you time to come to terms with what that means on your own.”
Martin leaned his head against Danny’s, closed his eyes.
“I just…” he mumbled and he felt Danny shift next to him slightly. Silent while he waited for Martin to say something more. “I’m an adult you know, I’m not that four year old child and I just feel like…”
“Martin?”
“I feel like this is going to devolve into a custody battle and I’m not a child. I’m an adult and I can make my own decisions and I just want…”
“You want what?” Danny asked when Martin fell silent for longer than what he probably felt necessary.
“I want to be treated like an adult, like the decisions and opinions that I have matter. I want them to realize that I can make my own decisions and I want them to give me time to deal with all this without everyone looking over my shoulder waiting for me to denounce my parents.”
Danny shifted again, hands pulling him into Danny’s arms and he laid his head against his shoulder and kept his eyes closed.
Maybe if he kept them closed long enough he could open them again and this would all have been some sadistic nightmare.
“I don’t think they’re going to give me that time, are they.”
Danny kissed his forehead, arms tightening around him.
“No, I don’t think they are,” he murmured against Martin’s skin and Martin hitched a breath. “But at least they’ll let us go home now.”
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Date: 2006-04-19 02:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-04-19 10:21 pm (UTC)I love this story!
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Date: 2006-04-28 07:24 pm (UTC)Can't wait for the next update.