Title: Flame
By: boho-beata
Rating: PG-13. Kids wouldn't really appreciate this.
Fandom/Pairing: CSI: NY - DannyFlack
Summary: Based upon prompt #031 Flame.
Disclaimer: Nope, I own nada.

He walks into the hospital room and emotions flood his thoughts immediately. In a spiral, they come in, and out they go to renew their cycle into his mind.

Crumbling cement and brown smoke in the sky, fire engines wailing down the street, and the never-ending siren of an ambulance coming to take his lover away.

And his lover, that image is tattooed into his brain. Blood and bruises and scratches, but luckily no burns, his skin is covered in soot and ashes, but he's never been more happy to see his lover alive.

Now, he's stuck standing in the middle of the room, too scared to keep moving, but not wanting to leave nonetheless.

One last scene plays through his head, of how it was all done. He wasn't even there to see it but from what he heard, he's got it played out.

A certain gas was in the air, at a certain level in the air. A candle was burning, the flame was flickering wildly for no apparent reason, and then boom, down came the crime scene.

And down came his lover, bruised and torn.

But now, everything was okay and they were all alright. He could let his guard down and fall, and so he did, in the middle of the hospital room, with his lover laying in the bed in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Danny.."

"For what, Donnie?"

Don looked up at the bed, there was Danny sitting up and looking at him with confusion. "I.. wasn't there... I couldn't help ya.. protect ya.."

Danny grinned and Don didn't think he ever saw anything as beautiful as that before. "It's okay, I'm okay, come here you big oaf."

Don smiled and wiped at his eyes while walking towards Danny. "I love you."

"I know, Donnie," Danny smiled peacefully and wrapped his arms around Don's waist in a hug, "I love you, too."