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FIC: Without A Trace: Missing - Part 13/13 - R
So it’s done, finally. Sorry for the delay.
The final part of Missing and there is a small Author’s note at the end.
Martin was sleeping, heavy and warm against his side when the door pushed open.
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 13
Martin was sleeping, heavy and warm against his side when the door pushed open. Janice’s head pushing around the corner and she must be getting kind of annoyed that every time she tried to talk to her brother he was sleeping or having some sort of mental break and having to be sedated.
Though granted the last one had only happened the one time and Martin blamed in entirely on the stress of the day which Danny was inclined to agree with mostly because Martin was already pissed at a good amount of people and Danny kind of wanted to not add himself to that list.
“He’s sleeping?” she didn’t sound surprised or disappointed and Danny narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously.
“What are you doing here?” he cut right to the chase; Martin had taken a pill and would sleep until either the drugs wore off or Danny gave him some really good incentive to wake up.
Last time he’d had to wake him up it had been a blowjob and they’d almost been late to dinner, which had been the reason Danny was waking him up in the first place, because Martin had tried to reciprocate.
If he hadn’t had clumsy hands and been drowsy as hell, Danny might have allowed it. But he liked all his bits and pieces exactly where they were.
So he’d pushed Martin onto his back and hovered over him while he’d jerked himself off. All the while watching Martin watch him with half-lidded eyes that screamed ‘fuck me now’ and he’d been half-tempted to take Martin’s eyes up on the offer.
Instead he’d hustled them into a shower and they’d made it to dinner ten minutes before the dining hall closed.
Janice flopped down in a chair and sighed. Ran a hand over her face and sighed again.
“I’ve talked to my dad,” she started. Stopping and looking at Martin. Even though he and Martin were lying on the bed together Danny knew that Janice was looking at her brother and not him.
He didn’t interest her. Her brother did.
“About?” Danny prompted. Because if Victor had sent Janice in here to tell them that because the session hadn’t gone well that he was going to fight them leaving for New York then Danny might have to have Jack send him his gun so he could threaten people.
He didn’t like feeling like they were being held hostage.
Janice cleared her throat and Danny was surprised to see tears in her eyes.
“My dad’s called the Scotts, they’re…” her voice broke and it hit Danny suddenly that for the Fitzgerald’s, the fact that Martin was fighting having any sort of tie with them, it must be painful. Especially after having searched for him for so long.
“We’re not going to keep them away any longer,” she breathed, a deep exhale and Danny looked over at her.
“Thank you,” Danny said softly and she smiled at him. A watery smile, eyes still filled with tears that hadn’t yet spilled over.
“Martin was right in there,” she reached over to the box of tissues that was kept stocked on the dresser. Dabbed at her eyes and regained her composure, Danny blinked and she was a Fitzgerald again.
Cool, calm, collected.
The only sign that she’d even, possibly contemplated tears was the hint of redness around her eyes.
“I’ll be sure to tell him that,” Danny smirked. Trying to keep things light. Regardless of what Martin thought or said. The Fitzgerald’s were his family, and one day he would be comfortable having ties with them and spending time with them and Danny didn’t want to be the reason why they couldn’t get along.
“The Scott’s took in a child, one who needed a home and loved him. I think my dad…”
“Not your mother?”
Janice laughed a harsh laugh. “My mother believes that if we continue with therapy and keep the Scott’s away that Martin will come around, that he’ll accept us.”
“He’ll accept you faster if you give him some space to deal with everything.”
Janice smiled wryly. “I think dad and I have finally figured that out. We’re not usually so hard-headed. It’s just… it’s been so many years and I think we all had this vision of how the reunion was going to go when we found him and this… wasn’t it.”
“That’s not Martin’s fault,” Danny said.
“I know, I think we all know that. Eventually my mother will admit that she realizes that and take a step back or possibly a valium.”
She stood and walked over to the bed, touched Martin’s hair and bent down to kiss him on the forehead.
“He’s my brother you know,” she whispered, tears in her eyes again.
“I know,” Danny said softly, he reached out and squeezed her hand. He wished he could tell her that everything would work out, that they would go home and Martin would accept them as his family and that they’d have family barbecues and both the Scott’s and the Fitzgerald’s would be there and happily share Martin between them.
But he couldn’t.
“Take care of him?”
“Always.”
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Martin woke to his mother’s soft voice singing softly into his ear and Danny’s warm body pressed up against his back. He thought he was dreaming at first because there was no way that his mom was in the room with him, not with Danny also in bed with him.
Because Danny knew that Martin had issues with his parents and sex in the same room. And Danny, in bed with him, that was sex… even if it wasn’t happening and everyone was fully clothed.
There was also the fact that the Fitzgerald’s had banned Jackie and Paul but that was not as important to his brain as the fact that Danny was in bed with him and his parents were there.
What was next? Having sex in front of his parents? A full body shudder at the thought.
So this was definitely a dream or a nightmare whichever the case may be.
But there was still singing or more accurately humming which was familiar and there was a warm hand stroking his forehead. He cracked open his eyes and there was his mother, smiling at him with every ounce of love she felt and there were tears in his eyes suddenly.
“Mom?” he asked it wonderingly, reached out a hand to touch her and she was real. Clasping his hand in one of hers and her arms were around him, head in her lap and it would have been nice if Danny had given him some warning that his parents were going to be allowed in.
“Hi sweetie,” she kissed his forehead, tilted his head so she could look at him and smiled.
“Mom…” he said it again and then panic. “You can’t be here, if they find you they’ll…”
“It’s okay Martin,” she murmured. He hugged her fiercely. If his parents were going to be dragged from the room at any possible moment he was going to hold on tight enough while they were here to last him until they let him be a grown up and make his own decisions.
“The Fitzgerald’s have backed down,” his father stroked a hand over his head softly. “We’re here because they finally realized that we were no threat to you, and quite possibly were in fact the reason that you would not work with them.”
“They kept you away and you hadn’t done anything wrong,” Martin muttered. Danny rubbed his back, reminding him of his presence. “You could have told me they were coming,” he grumbled accusatorily.
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Danny said with an unrepentant grin. “They’re also letting us leave later today; your parents are here to help us pack…”
“I have one bag of clothes…”
“And to drive us to the airport.”
“They’re letting me go home? And wait a minute, what if I want to spend some time with my parents before we fly across the country.”
“Then it would probably be a good thing that your mother and I are going with you,” Paul grinned at him.
“It’s been over a month since you’ve been home, someone’s going to need to clean the apartment up for you and god knows that all your groceries have probably gone bad…” Jackie pulled away, touched his cheek and stared at him as if he was the most wonderful thing she’d ever seen.
He flushed, he couldn’t ever handle his mom staring at him like he was a gift of some sort.
“The spare bedroom’s actually a library,” he said, shifting on the bed. Danny had sat up already and was pulling Martin up against him.
Jackie and Paul laughed, Danny rested his chin on his shoulder and chuckled in his ear. A warm happy sound. Martin relaxed.
This was his family.
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NOTES: There is no clear cut resolution, I wanted to tie up things with the Fitzgerald’s and while I tried it a few different ways, nothing ever seemed to really gel for me. So I finally chose to leave it with the open-ended version that I had originally planned on.
I hope you all enjoyed the ride as much as I did.
The final part of Missing and there is a small Author’s note at the end.
Martin was sleeping, heavy and warm against his side when the door pushed open.
| 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 13
Martin was sleeping, heavy and warm against his side when the door pushed open. Janice’s head pushing around the corner and she must be getting kind of annoyed that every time she tried to talk to her brother he was sleeping or having some sort of mental break and having to be sedated.
Though granted the last one had only happened the one time and Martin blamed in entirely on the stress of the day which Danny was inclined to agree with mostly because Martin was already pissed at a good amount of people and Danny kind of wanted to not add himself to that list.
“He’s sleeping?” she didn’t sound surprised or disappointed and Danny narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously.
“What are you doing here?” he cut right to the chase; Martin had taken a pill and would sleep until either the drugs wore off or Danny gave him some really good incentive to wake up.
Last time he’d had to wake him up it had been a blowjob and they’d almost been late to dinner, which had been the reason Danny was waking him up in the first place, because Martin had tried to reciprocate.
If he hadn’t had clumsy hands and been drowsy as hell, Danny might have allowed it. But he liked all his bits and pieces exactly where they were.
So he’d pushed Martin onto his back and hovered over him while he’d jerked himself off. All the while watching Martin watch him with half-lidded eyes that screamed ‘fuck me now’ and he’d been half-tempted to take Martin’s eyes up on the offer.
Instead he’d hustled them into a shower and they’d made it to dinner ten minutes before the dining hall closed.
Janice flopped down in a chair and sighed. Ran a hand over her face and sighed again.
“I’ve talked to my dad,” she started. Stopping and looking at Martin. Even though he and Martin were lying on the bed together Danny knew that Janice was looking at her brother and not him.
He didn’t interest her. Her brother did.
“About?” Danny prompted. Because if Victor had sent Janice in here to tell them that because the session hadn’t gone well that he was going to fight them leaving for New York then Danny might have to have Jack send him his gun so he could threaten people.
He didn’t like feeling like they were being held hostage.
Janice cleared her throat and Danny was surprised to see tears in her eyes.
“My dad’s called the Scotts, they’re…” her voice broke and it hit Danny suddenly that for the Fitzgerald’s, the fact that Martin was fighting having any sort of tie with them, it must be painful. Especially after having searched for him for so long.
“We’re not going to keep them away any longer,” she breathed, a deep exhale and Danny looked over at her.
“Thank you,” Danny said softly and she smiled at him. A watery smile, eyes still filled with tears that hadn’t yet spilled over.
“Martin was right in there,” she reached over to the box of tissues that was kept stocked on the dresser. Dabbed at her eyes and regained her composure, Danny blinked and she was a Fitzgerald again.
Cool, calm, collected.
The only sign that she’d even, possibly contemplated tears was the hint of redness around her eyes.
“I’ll be sure to tell him that,” Danny smirked. Trying to keep things light. Regardless of what Martin thought or said. The Fitzgerald’s were his family, and one day he would be comfortable having ties with them and spending time with them and Danny didn’t want to be the reason why they couldn’t get along.
“The Scott’s took in a child, one who needed a home and loved him. I think my dad…”
“Not your mother?”
Janice laughed a harsh laugh. “My mother believes that if we continue with therapy and keep the Scott’s away that Martin will come around, that he’ll accept us.”
“He’ll accept you faster if you give him some space to deal with everything.”
Janice smiled wryly. “I think dad and I have finally figured that out. We’re not usually so hard-headed. It’s just… it’s been so many years and I think we all had this vision of how the reunion was going to go when we found him and this… wasn’t it.”
“That’s not Martin’s fault,” Danny said.
“I know, I think we all know that. Eventually my mother will admit that she realizes that and take a step back or possibly a valium.”
She stood and walked over to the bed, touched Martin’s hair and bent down to kiss him on the forehead.
“He’s my brother you know,” she whispered, tears in her eyes again.
“I know,” Danny said softly, he reached out and squeezed her hand. He wished he could tell her that everything would work out, that they would go home and Martin would accept them as his family and that they’d have family barbecues and both the Scott’s and the Fitzgerald’s would be there and happily share Martin between them.
But he couldn’t.
“Take care of him?”
“Always.”
Martin woke to his mother’s soft voice singing softly into his ear and Danny’s warm body pressed up against his back. He thought he was dreaming at first because there was no way that his mom was in the room with him, not with Danny also in bed with him.
Because Danny knew that Martin had issues with his parents and sex in the same room. And Danny, in bed with him, that was sex… even if it wasn’t happening and everyone was fully clothed.
There was also the fact that the Fitzgerald’s had banned Jackie and Paul but that was not as important to his brain as the fact that Danny was in bed with him and his parents were there.
What was next? Having sex in front of his parents? A full body shudder at the thought.
So this was definitely a dream or a nightmare whichever the case may be.
But there was still singing or more accurately humming which was familiar and there was a warm hand stroking his forehead. He cracked open his eyes and there was his mother, smiling at him with every ounce of love she felt and there were tears in his eyes suddenly.
“Mom?” he asked it wonderingly, reached out a hand to touch her and she was real. Clasping his hand in one of hers and her arms were around him, head in her lap and it would have been nice if Danny had given him some warning that his parents were going to be allowed in.
“Hi sweetie,” she kissed his forehead, tilted his head so she could look at him and smiled.
“Mom…” he said it again and then panic. “You can’t be here, if they find you they’ll…”
“It’s okay Martin,” she murmured. He hugged her fiercely. If his parents were going to be dragged from the room at any possible moment he was going to hold on tight enough while they were here to last him until they let him be a grown up and make his own decisions.
“The Fitzgerald’s have backed down,” his father stroked a hand over his head softly. “We’re here because they finally realized that we were no threat to you, and quite possibly were in fact the reason that you would not work with them.”
“They kept you away and you hadn’t done anything wrong,” Martin muttered. Danny rubbed his back, reminding him of his presence. “You could have told me they were coming,” he grumbled accusatorily.
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Danny said with an unrepentant grin. “They’re also letting us leave later today; your parents are here to help us pack…”
“I have one bag of clothes…”
“And to drive us to the airport.”
“They’re letting me go home? And wait a minute, what if I want to spend some time with my parents before we fly across the country.”
“Then it would probably be a good thing that your mother and I are going with you,” Paul grinned at him.
“It’s been over a month since you’ve been home, someone’s going to need to clean the apartment up for you and god knows that all your groceries have probably gone bad…” Jackie pulled away, touched his cheek and stared at him as if he was the most wonderful thing she’d ever seen.
He flushed, he couldn’t ever handle his mom staring at him like he was a gift of some sort.
“The spare bedroom’s actually a library,” he said, shifting on the bed. Danny had sat up already and was pulling Martin up against him.
Jackie and Paul laughed, Danny rested his chin on his shoulder and chuckled in his ear. A warm happy sound. Martin relaxed.
This was his family.
NOTES: There is no clear cut resolution, I wanted to tie up things with the Fitzgerald’s and while I tried it a few different ways, nothing ever seemed to really gel for me. So I finally chose to leave it with the open-ended version that I had originally planned on.
I hope you all enjoyed the ride as much as I did.
I loved it!
Well done!
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