Today is September 11. It's raining. It's cold. My car is stuck in the shop.
What a fitting day to end this fic...
I'll have a couple OST's, one for Stand Your Ground, another for If Protocol Allows, and a third for Love Born of Murder pretty soon. Once I figure out how to use WinZip to put files together instead of just unpacking them...
If you're anxious for music, help me out!TITLE:
Stand Your Ground 13/13FANDOM:
There is fluff, smut, cuteness and a couple of plot fillers. All remainig plot holes
can go to hell
will be filled with literary cement at a later time.30.Guardian
| 39.Let's Go
| 21.Alternate Reality
Incubus and really bad Photoshop. I miss my Artweaver... EDIT: The second one is Artweaver. Gee, I love that shareware...
This is going to be my Friends Only tag eventually... Just some random artz.
One Year Later…
“Danny, your knee’s in my spine
,” Nicholas muttered, sitting up in a sleep-filled haze and yanking the covers from them both.
Danny moaned and swatted Nicholas in the side, yanking the covers back and over his head. It was ponderously cold recently, in contrast to the beastly summer, but January was known for shattering teeth from shivering.
Nicholas rolled his eyes, leaning over and kissing Danny’s cheek before testing the frigid hardwood with his big toe. He prayed baby Franky was alright, sleeping in the converted guest room with a space heater chugging away; they hadn‘t the time recently to set up all the baby things. He tiptoed across the hall and peeked in, feeling a pleasant splash of warmth brush his face, as he crept up to the basinet and peered down at his little son, sleeping peacefully.
He hoped Gavy was alright.
Back in the hall, closing the door behind him, Danny surprised him by trapping him against the wall and kissing his neck, clutching at his back for a moment and grinding against him with a thirst that made Nicholas’s throat go dry and his head spin.
“We’ve work today,” Nicholas reminded reluctantly, squeezing Danny’s ass for good measure as his lover groaned his disapproval.
“Are we dropping Franky off at dad’s, then?” Danny enquired, smacking Nicholas on the ass as he turned to go back into the bedroom.
“I thought Frank was going back to London today?” Nicholas asked, switching on the bathroom light. “He’s still not quite a free man-”
“Don’t want lit’le Franky growin’ into a criminal, eh?” Danny teased, having dressed in record time and appearing in the bathroom doorway.
Nicholas rolled his eyes, spitting a mouthful of toothpaste into the sink before saying, “Of course, Danny. Because Frank is such a horrible influence and all. We could have Simon watch him-”
. Way.” Danny said flatly. He wasn’t kidding and Nicholas knew it.
“He still creeps you out?” Nicholas laughed.
,” Danny replied, shuddering slightly after a moment’s contemplation. “I mean, ‘m glad their case was reappraised an’ all, but I still get the heeb-jeebs around some a’them, y’know?”
“Yeah, I do,” Nicholas agreed, finishing up in the bathroom and allowing Danny to squeeze past him as they traded spots; Danny could freshen up while Nicholas dressed. It was kind of a system. It was what they had.
Across town, Andy was waking Andrew with a series of slow kisses, stroking his cheek as they lay tangled together. Their sex life was a bit more active than Nicholas and Danny’s, but they weren’t competing with anybody, as much as they cared about it.
“Morning,” Andrew smiled, rolling on top of Andy and worrying his lover’s legs apart so he could kneel instead.
“’Tis,” Andy reaffirmed, smiling against Andrew’s lips a moment later. He giggled, feeling Andrew’s chest hair tickle his nearly-bare skin. Andrew always teased him about shit like that…
“You’re such a girl,” Andrew took the opportunity to mock.
“The sexiest one you’ll
ever get,” Andy teased.
“M’not complaining or nothin’,” Andrew replied, niggling Andy’s sides until he cried from laughter.
Andy pushed up hard, rolling on his side, and after a moment of wrestling, pinned Andrew hand-and-foot beneath him.
“You sure weren’t complaining last night when I-” Andy began, but Andrew bucked hard, setting Andy tumbling, and in a moment they were both a wriggling, giggling mass as they fought to tickle the daylights out of one another. For a while, their playing had been more brutal, the entire focus any and all manner of sexual experimentation, but they had overcome a barrier in their relationship that allowed them to be silly with one another.
Never in public, though. Ever.
Andrew won out as usual, working his tongue into Andy’s mouth as his hand groped beneath his underwear, knowing his victory was complete when the first whimpers escaped Andy’s lips.
They were going to be late for work today.
“You sure you don’t mind?” Doris asked feverishly, watching Bea try to fit a huge letter block into her tiny mouth, sitting on Frank’s living room floor and watching Sesame Street.
“Not at all, my dear,” Frank chuckled.
Several members of the old NWA had been released or cleared, Frank among them. He was living in his old house, reinstated by the villagers, who still felt a sort of kinship toward all those detained on charges some still thought unfathomable. Joyce was living with him as well, her husband Bernard dying shortly after his incarceration, and finding solace in Frank’s company. Even as Doris and Frank were speaking, Joyce came out of the kitchen with a cup of apple juice for Bea, plucking the block from the girl’s fingers and cooing over her all the while.
The doorbell rang, making Doris nearly leap out of her skin. Joyce patted Bea on the head before rushing past Frank and Doris, reassuring the frazzled officer and her soon-to-be-hubby as she got the door.
“Morning, Joyce,” Nicholas greeted, stamping snow from his boots before stepping inside, Danny following form behind him.
“Good morning, Nicholas, Danny,” Joyce smiled, always enthusiastic. She gave Danny a kiss on the forehead, making the younger officer smile brightly despite the early hour. Danny offered her the baby, used to the routine by now of leaving him here whenever both of them were working. The two of them were somewhat surprised to see Doris, though.
“I take it Jerry’s out of town?” Nicholas asked, making Doris roll her eyes.
“He’s got a summit in Paris until the end of the week,” she affirmed. “I didn’t want to bring Bea on the plane, and I couldn’t just leave her here…”
Doris had met Jerome Spencer while at hospital. He’d actually been one of the ER doctors that helped deliver Beatrice, and afterwards, he’d come to see her every day, even after she went home. It was strange, calling her “Spencer” instead of “Thatcher,” and even Nicholas sometimes made a mistake.
“Gram?” called Jonah from the other room. He had a cold, and so couldn’t go to school, but Tony was working until 5 and Meredith wasn’t off until 6:30. “Could I have another toast, please?”
“Now deary,” Joyce called to him, winking at the four adults in the hall as she turned and took Franky with her, “You should be lying down, shouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Gram…” Jonah sighed, sniffling into a Kleenex as he went back to the couch.
“I remember bein’ like tha’,” Danny grinned, Frank reaching over to ruffle his son’s hair. “You think you’ve got enough kids here, dad?” he joked.
“Never,” Frank smiled. “Besides, as long as you lot insist on having them, somebody’s got to make sure they grow up right.”
Owen came into work half an hour after the Andes, the latest of late, with Galen grumbling along behind him. He’d agreed to help Owen fix the pipes out at Elroy Farm after Turner Sr. called to let Owen know that they were quite frozen. It had been a wet, frigid job, and neither of them was any happier than usual.
That was, until Doris gave Galen some hot chocolate, and then it was just Owen being ornery on his own.
“S’too cold to go back out today,” Stephen whined, chucking a crumpled police report into a dust bin across the room. Tony took aim and let fly an arching shot, bouncing off the Chief’s window before thumping into the basket.
“What’re you doing?” Nicholas asked with a sigh, poking his head out into the office. He was met be a hailstorm of paper balls, and giving a yelp, ducked out of the doorframe in time to let them fly by into his office.
The phone rang, and Owen didn’t even bother to pick it up before forwarding the call to Nicholas; he didn’t care who
it was, he wasn’t talking to anybody
“Chief Inspector Angel speaking,” Nicholas said curtly into the receiver as he snatched it off his desk, grabbing a pen and settling into his chair automatically.
“Pffft, what a snob,” Liam laughed on the other end of the line. “Next Christmas, I’m getting you a new stick-”
“Liam,” Nicholas said cheerfully, making a face for Danny and Walker’s benefit, having been engaged with the two moments before the paper attack.
“We still on for next week, then?” Liam asked. He was referring to Nicholas’s vacation time, which Danny had forced him to take. The two of them were going to London so as to get some proper time together, and to show Danny all Nicholas’s old haunts, so Frank and Joyce had agreed to watch Franky.
“Of course,” Nicholas replied. “Is Grace still sick?”
“Oh, ahm, she’s…well, not sick, as it turns out,” Liam chuckled, clearing his throat.
After working with Liam - and perhaps a bit more than that at times - Nicholas knew something was up.
“What’s the matter, then?” Nicholas asked, trying to sound peeved and concerned at once. Liam wouldn’t tell him if he didn’t put the spurs to him.
“Well, she…She’s pregnant,” Liam mumbled.
“Congratulations!” Nicholas shouted. Pulling the phone away from his head for a moment, he explained to Danny and Walker, “Grace is pregnant.”
“Dadsheronenall,” Walker smiled, Danny shouting ‘Wa-heeeeey!’ as he always did.
“Just don’t mention it to Kenneth when you see him,” Liam begged. “I mean…Well, Grace doesn’t want to yet, and I don’t-”
“Mention what?” Nicholas heard Kenneth’s voice from a bit of a distance.
“Better let you go, mate,” Nicholas smiled, the two of them hanging up simultaneously.
“I think we all should go to lunch,” Tony said, coming into the office with Stephen, Doris, and Galen at his back. “It’s almost noon, after all, and there’s nothing going on, anyway.”
“That’s not a particularly good reason to-” Nicholas started, but stopped short when he noticed Danny and Galen pantomiming him.
“Christ, Nicholarse, let it go!” Andrew griped, popping in with Andy out of nowhere.
“Yeah, even if we had us an axe-murder runnin’ about, ‘m pretty sure we’ve enough already livin’ here to keep ‘em from doin’ any real damage,” Danny nodded.
“Wut, like yur da?” Galen teased, turning and fleeing the office in mock terror as Danny gave chase.
“Is it always
going to be like this?” Nicholas groaned, resting his head in his hands.
“Hopefully,” Andy shrugged.
And hopefully, it would be.