Title:  Tomorrow
By: boho-beata
Rating:  R - Death, suicide
Fandom/Pairing:  CSI: NY - DannyFlack
Summary:  Tomorrow never comes until it's too late... -Mos Def - Six Days, Tokyo Drift Soundtrack
Disclaimer:  Um, nope.
A/N:  Wow, I haven't written a fic in such a long time.. great way to come back.. freakin' death. -_-   I never write this kind of fic so, uh, feedback is very much appreciated.

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late...

"Tomorrow, Donnie, I promise," Danny grinned up at his lover and gave him a kiss. "I'm sorry, really."

"It's all right, Dan," Don sighed and kissed Danny's forehead. "Just go to work all ready, don't wanna get Mac mad, do ya?"

Danny chuckled and nuzzled his head into Don's neck, leaving one last kiss there, "All right, fine, I see. Yer tryin' to get ridda me, eh?" He smiled and took the couple of steps to the door.

"Right," Don grinned and followed him, "Now go, before Mac decides to call ya in tomorrow too for being late." He leaned down and kissed him good-bye. "Bye Danny."

"Fine, Don," Danny said exasperatedly and opened the door, "By the way," He started as he stepped out, "I love ya," He said with a smile before walking out to the corridor.

"You too, Danny, I love you, too," Don smiled and leaned against the doorframe, watching as Danny walked down the hallway to the elevator. Danny turned back and grinned before stepping into the elevator; Don smiled back and went back in as the elevator doors closed.

Their perfect day had been ruined but he knew Danny would make it up to him.

...or not.

A couple of hours later, the phone rang, waking Don up from his late-afternoon nap. He answered with a mumbled 'Ello?' and stifled a yawn behind his hand.

It was Mac, that was good, he didn't need to pay too much attention... well that's what he thought until the words 'Danny's... dead' slipped into his ears.

The phone fell from Don's hand and he could still hear Mac calling his name, trying to calm him, only to inevitably give up, leaving Don with only a dial tone to listen to.

Danny was dead. Danny had been shot. Danny wasn't alive. Danny was gone. Danny... Danny... Danny...

Don dropped his head into his hands and stared at the covers on the bed with disbelief. He'd just seen him, he had just dreamed of him; he was dreaming again, he knew it, he had to be.

In a couple of minutes, Danny would be waking him up with a kiss and a smile. Don sat and waited but the end of the dream never came.

He was gone, dead, not here. Don was alone again and he knew he'd never find love again, not love like Danny's.

God, Danny was gone. Complete realization hit Don like a bulldozer and a wave of emotion came over him, as well as tsunamis worth of tears.

Tomorrow was never going to come for them because Danny was gone and it took two to make a them.

Don cursed whatever God he could think of as his eyes let out more and more tears; he pulled at his hair, banged his head back against the bedpost, anything it took to get rid of the pain in his heart.

Nothing worked, nothing ever would, he knew. So, by 'accident', he hit his head a little too hard and tried a little under hard enough to stop the little bit of too much amount of blood gushing out of his head. He laid down peacefully, in pain, to let the blood rush out and darkness take over him.

Tomorrow would have been the perfect day, with carnivals and circuses, restaurants and the rest of the time spent in bed, and just the whole day to themselves because they missed the feeling it gave them to be with each other.

Tomorrow never came for either because tomorrow never comes until it's too late.


NOTE:  I just realized... I don't even like this that much; I guess I just thought that Danny/Flack needed some love. :|