Name's Danny. Just Danny. I live in Beacon Hills, I like lacrosse, and recently all my friends are acting a little strange.


*This is an RP blog devoted to Danny from Teen Wolf*

 

-He leaves Mitchell’s house in the wee hours of the morning, while Mitchell is still sleeping peacefully.  He fishes a pen out of a drawer and leaves a note on a sheet of notebook paper from Mitchell’s desk, because there’s no way he can be that level of asshole-

Hey, had a great time last night.  See you at The Jungle?

Danny

He does not leave his number.

He gets home and crashes and sleeps until noon.  He’s got another five texts from Stiles, but Jesse at least seems to have gotten the message.  

He’s in the kitchen, clumsily helping his dad made dinner when he gets a text from Nathan.

{Nathan}:  Party tonight.  You in?  David is inviting his super hot cousin. ;)

He grins and types a quick response before turning on the stand mixer. 

{Danny}:  Wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Things are looking better already.

-Danny stares bitterly at his hand wrapped around his drink, the pulsing bass of the Jungle pounding in the background.  Stares at the white gauze bandage still wrapped tightly around the empty space where his index finger should be. 

It’s such a small thing in the grand scheme of things; a few cracked ribs and a dozen bumps and bruises, and the loss of one little finger.  He’s knows it.  He knows it.  It’s just…he hadn’t realized how many things one stupid little finger affected.  He’s having to relearn how to write, how to hold a gun, how to use every single weapon and technique he’s busted his ass to master over the past two years.  And he’s bitter, so fucking bitter, that he can’t just magically heal like every goddamn person surrounding him.

Not that he would change it.  Of course not.  And not just because it’s the people he loves and cares about that are constantly fighting for their lives.  It’s because in the end it’s humanity that is in danger here, and it’s humanity that he’s a part of.  He can’t just turn his back now that he knows.

It’s just…it’s just that it’s not fair.  He’s only eighteen.  He’s not supposed to be saving the world.  He’s supposed to celebrating his last summer of childhood, not losing limbs and having to be strong after spending two weeks breathing the same air as the two boys he loves most in this world.

But he does have to help save the world.  And he does have to be strong. Which is why he’s been ignoring every text and phone call from Jesse over the last four days.  It had just been so tempting, would have been so easy, to fall right back into his arms, especially after waking up in the hospital, finding Jesse curled up behind him like he could protect him from every bad consequence of the path Danny has chosen to take.  But Danny can’t.  

He can’t.  He knows exactly where that path will take him and he refuses to be a victim of his own stupidity again.

His phone beeps and he looks down before hitting the ignore button.

Stiles.  Yet another person whose calls he refuses to answer.  The two of them…Jesse and Stiles…they crawl under his skin far, far too easily.  Instead he spends his days with Nathan and his boyfriends.  And wasn’t that just an odd, odd thing.  Something he wouldn’t ever have believed if he hadn’t seen it, hadn’t heard Nathan explain it with his own ears.  But he supposes if it makes them happy, it’s not his place to judge. And to see Nathan finally healed from the bullshit his asshole ex had put him through…well that’s a beautiful thing.

The stool next to him makes a loud, scraping noise as it pulls out.  Danny doesn’t look over, just finishes his drink and signals for another.

"Wow, that’s some injury."

He turns his head, assesses the guy…twenty-five, maybe, decent looking…assessing his injuries.  He knows he’s a sight.  Black eye just now fading, missing finger and other various bruises.  He shrugs in response and smirks-

You should see the other guy.

-"Yeah, really?  Guess that deserves a drink."  He pays for Danny’s drink, and then his next, and two hours later they’re deep in conversation about the guy’s…Mitchell, he says….backpacking trip across South America last year.  It’s nice, and distracting, and when Mitchell drains his fourth drink and sets it down, Danny’s not all that surprised when he leans in intimately and asks huskily, "Hey, wanna get out of here?”

Danny opens his mouth to start on his standard let down, his gentle explanation of why he just doesn’t do casual.  

But then he stops.

Because why the fuck not?  His method obviously hasn’t done him any good, hasn’t gotten him anything but a broken heart and a bruised spirit.  And god knows Jesse and Nathan and every other person he knows seems to thrive on one night stands just fine.

He drains his own drink, never breaking eye contact with Mitchell as he sets the glass down with a thud of finality-

Yeah.  Yeah, that sounds good.

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-Allison takes a moment of delight at the look on Alec’s face when he attempts to use his power and is rebuffed.  But Bella isn’t…-

No. -She brings up the flamethrower as Seth, shifted the moment he smelled vampire, prowls in front of her with a low growl-  We humans have our own little tricks.

-Alec and Jane’s momentary confusion ends the minute she flicks the switch that ignites the flamethrower, and as they leap into action, she’s aware of bodies, some hot, some cold, and some covered in fur, pouring in behind her.

The Volturi might have their coven, but Beacon Hills has brought an army-

-Stiles hovers behind Danny’s chair as he moves through the various screens, looking for the kids. One screen remains constant. The one that shows all their people going face to face with vampires. But not the ones movies taught him about. Vampires like stone that sparkle in sunlight. Sparkle. But it doesn’t matter if they shine bright like a diamond because they’re also wicked fast and crazy strong. 

Scott, Derek, his dad, Ellen. They’re all in there. Stiles’ has seen his dad wolf out since Peter bit him. But it’s always been calm or an irritated blue eye. Not this. Not fangs and claws and blood thirst. Not a vampire climbing on his back attempting to rip his head off.-

Jesse, come get me. 

-Stiles watches as Jesse’s arms push the air in front of him and a vampire slams into the opposing wall. Mr. Argent sets it on fire.-

Jesse, come get me now.

-There’s static on the line for a long moment and then a simple, 'No.'-

You son of a…Danny, I gotta go.

-Danny shoves his chair back. Right into him.-

OW!

-I’m coming with you.-

But you’ve got to…

-Already found them. Come on. 

The ride up 50 floors is…awkward? Weird? Stressful? Slow. As. Hell. Knowing his dad and everyone else he cares about could be dying and the fastest way he can get there is an alarmingly white slow ticking over number counter elevator to hell. 

With a ding, the doors open and the silence ends, exploding into chaos. It’s like a scene out of some summer action flick. The flame throwers have set off the sprinklers so fire flickers across the space as water flows down, people sliding through blood-tinged water. Vampires speeding through, creating sprays of water in their wake. 

Stiles exits the elevator shoulder to shoulder with Danny, a mantra rolling through his mind.

Be the spark. Be the spark. Be the spark. I can do this; I just have to believe I can do this.

Deaton may disapprove but he’s been training Stiles for this since the hunter war. Let him be a long-lived cryptic emissary in hiding; Stiles is going to use the blood his mother gave him. 

Stiles runs straight for his dad, feeling Danny guarding his back every step of the way. Up to and over the dead body that Stiles’ was thankful he didn’t recognize. 

Only Stiles is grabbed round the throat…or should he say, he was running and suddenly a stone stab shaped like a hand appeared in the path of his throat, nearly snapping his neck off before he could even process the oxygen loss. Danny’s hurled back with a flat palm right to the chest and Stiles’ neck is forcibly bared to some thin pale old creepy dude’s mouth.

Believe. Freaking believe. Now would be a really good time to freaking believe. 

Teeth sink into his throat and wow, nobody really prepares you for what that pain is going to feel like.

Be.

The. 

Spark.

Fangs sink deeper into his flesh before ripping out like he’s become the fire vampires fear so much. He hasn’t but he is coughing uncontrollably, confusion written in the line between his brows. Stiles pushes him back, one hand going to his own throat. 

He’ll heal.

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He won’t. Water splashes as Stiles pushes the vampire fully down to the floor. He tangles fingers through his long wet tangled hair and pushes. Harder and harder until the pressure between his hand and the floor causes the stone-like head between to crack and then crumble within his grip.-

-Danny has no idea how Stiles is doing the frankly scary ass thing he’s doing.  He assumes it’s advanced emissary 404, though.  And swear to god, sometimes Danny gets tired of being just a plain Jane human in a world of werewolves and emissaries and anti-christs.  But human or not, there are still some things he can do, such as pulling the trigger on his flamethrower and turning Stiles’ decapitated vamp into ash.  That was one thing Carlisle had been clear on; burning was the only thing that lasted forever.

Vampire aflame, he grabs Stiles by the arm and jerks him to his feet, scanning the bite in his neck frantically.  He doesn’t like the look in Stiles’ eyes, dark and intent and deadly, but there isn’t much time to do more than scrape a hand through the nape of his hair and tug until Stiles focuses on him-

You okay?

-Stiles nods.  Yeah, I’m good.  I’m good.  I’ll…, holy shit, watch out- 

Danny doesn’t get to hear the rest because something…someone grabs him by the waist and shoulder and he’s hoisted into the air.  He struggles against an iron grip, managing only to aim his flamethrower clumsily down and pull the trigger.   Clumsy or not, he must have hit his mark because a pained and furious roar echoes in his ear.  The gun is ripped from his hand, accompanied by a pain so intense he can’t do anything more than scream as he finds himself flying through the air with such force that when he hits the window it shatters, leaving him to free fall through the air toward the ground, some fifty stories below.  He supposes he’s glad for the pain, because it keeps him from focusing on the fact he’s going to die.

A part of him always knew it was going to end this way.  You can’t run with wolves and expect to live long.

He thinks he hears a panicked Jesse!, and maybe he did, because in the next second strong arms are around him and Jesse’s face is pressed against him, and in another second they’re smacking against the carpet of the floor just outside the elevator-

Fuck.  Fuck. -He’s shaking and Jesse is shaking and for some reason his hand is drenched in something warm and wet-

-He doesn’t go back home until it’s late.  When he walks into his bedroom he sucks in a gasp of air, feeling for all the world like someone has socked him in the gut.

He knew Jesse would be gone.  Had wanted him gone.  But he hadn’t been prepared for a room stripped bare of every sign of Jesse.  Everything that had made it theirs.  It looks strange, foreign.  And as much as Danny knows it had to happen, he can’t breathe.

He turns around and slowly walks down the hall to Jesse’s room.  Only of course it’s not Jesse’s room anymore.  Just a spare room now.  Even emptier than his room.  Bed neatly made and pillows fluffed and even the floor vacuumed clean as if no one had ever nominally used this space.

He sits down on the bed and tries to draw breath, and he catches sight of a slip of paper just sticking out underneath the bedskirt.  He leans down and retrieves it, and stares at the ticket stub, from a concert Jesse had taken them to in Belfast.

He’ll get through this, just like he did with Stiles, and he doesn’t doubt he did the right thing, but this hurts so, so much worse.  Every minute of his life for the last year and a half has been bound up in Jesse, usually in life or death situations, but sometimes just in quiet ones; reading or sitting on the beach ,or whispering back and forth about all the different ways they imagine Mr. Argent and Peter getting freaky.

He’s lost an arm, or a leg, and he doesn’t know how to make the phantom pain go away.

There’s a noise at the door and he whips around, thinking Jesse’s forgotten something, come back to retrieve it.  Come back to argue against Danny’s choice at least once.  Like he believes Danny is actually worth fighting for.

But it’s not Jesse, but his Dad standing in the doorway, staring at him in quiet concern.  Danny doesn’t know if the feeling that washes over him is relief or disappointment.

Are you okay?  

Danny nods.  Then stops.  Then shakes his head-

No.  No I’m really not.

-His dad reaches him in two quick strides and sits next to him.  He doesn’t tell Danny it will be okay, which Danny really appreciates.  He doesn’t actually say anything at all.  He just wraps his arms around him and lets Danny bury his head in his shoulder and cry.-

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-Jesse is picking dandelions with Chris and Peter’s new kid. He’s not exactly sure how it happened but she seems to think he’s some authority on the subject, holding up each new one for him to name. Jesse started giving them random names ten minutes ago.

Dat one?-

That’s a Kekoa, sweetie.

-Her parents, and for all that Chris is Allison’s dad it’s weird to think of them as parents, come back outside then and Jesse’s all but forgotten in favor of Peter and food. Jesse’s just looking for a new distraction from not thinking about Danny when his phone vibrates in his pocket.His heart stops when he sees it’s actually from Danny.

 Jesse takes off for the house. He almost trips on something right through the door and he curses before righting himself and teleporting to the school as soon as he’s out of sight of the bar newbies.

Jesse walks to the lacrosse field in case Danny’s still got the mezuzah. That headache was not one he wants to relive. But true to his word Danny’s sitting on the bleachers when Jesse arrives on his own two feet with no problem. Of course he did. It’s Danny.

His boyfriend looks like shit. If Jesse can still call him that.

You wanted to talk. So, talk.

If there was sand under his feet, this would feel like Hawaii all over again. Jesse stands, a few feet between them, with his hands in his pockets.-

I should have told you. Right after it happened. I’m sorry I didn’t.

Yeah, you should have.  But you didn’t.

-Jesse shifts from foot to foot, looking so goddamn hopeful.  But Danny just doesn’t have anything left to give-

All that crap you accused me of.  Maybe that was just you projecting. -he shrugs, looking out at the lacrosse field and the sport he’s always loved but gave up because Jesse had been more important-  But whatever.  It doesn’t matter anymore. 

Um, look.  I don’t expect you to move out of the house or anything.  It’s your home, too and I’m pretty sure my parents have unofficially adopted you.  Your room could probably do with some actual use, anyway. -Danny tries to smile at his own pitiful joke, but he doesn’t think he pulls it off.  He’d thought a lot about the whole living situation, even talked to his mom about it, and while a part of him would really like to be an asshole, he knows Jesse depends a lot on that stability for recovery.  So he can deal.  Of course, whether Jesse chooses to stay or not is up to him.-

Besides, I’m starting college applications, so I’ll probably be out before too much longer anyway. -that was another thing he’d put off.  College.  Because he’d wanted to wait until Jesse had passed at least one year sober.  Stupid, stupid, stupid.  But there were a few colleges that had really wanted him, so he thinks he can call and beg and maybe still get late admission for fall-

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So that’s it, then, huh? Just like that?

-Danny’s nod is resolute. But he looks away when he confirms Just like that. Maybe the lights are fooling him, but he thinks there may be tears in Danny’s eyes and that makes everything worse.-

I guess I don’t blame you. After all the shit I’ve dragged you through. No, I don’t blame you at all.

-Danny’s face turns angry and Jesse can already hear what he’s going to say.-

I know. Everything else was worth it because it was for us. It doesn’t mean you haven’t been through a lot of pain because you chose me. I always hated that you had to suffer just to be with me.

I don’t love him. If that makes any difference. Maybe I was projecting with Stiles, maybe I wasn’t. I don’t know. But you’re the only person I’ve ever loved.

-Jesse crosses the space between them, cups the back of Danny’s head, and kisses his forehead. The scent of his favorite cologne wafts in Jesse’s nose and tears spring to his eyes. Blinking them away, he clears his throat and steps back.-

I’ll have my stuff out by tomorrow night. I don’t want to make things awkward for you or your parents. -He shrugs.- I’ll see your mom down at the Center anyway.

-Like somehow that was supposed to make things better-  Go, stay, whatever.  I already told you it wouldn’t be awkward, but that’s up to you.  

-He steps further back, away from Jesse and from the stupid fucking tears in his eyes.  Of course Jesse is sorry.  He’s always so, so sorry-

Go ahead and stay there tonight at least.  I’m staying over at Nathan’s again, anyway, and mom’s expecting you for dinner.

-His hands are starting to clench into fists and he forces them to relax-  You know, maybe you don’t love him or whatever.  Maybe it was just like that guy at The Sevens and every other hook up you’d had.  He was just there, so why not?  I don’t know.  But I’ve loved both of you, and both of you screwed me over.  You fucking deserve each other.

-He really thought he’d gotten over the bitter anger part today.  He’d been wrong.  He supposes it’s not every day you lose your best friend and your boyfriend all in one fell swoop.  It’s not even really the kiss—-no, no, it really, really is.  But it’s also the lie.  Always with the goddamn lying.  He is so, so done with the lying and the hiding-

-Danny bringing up the guy from The Sevens completely throws Jesse off. He’s not expecting it and honestly he’d completely forgotten the guy existed. Just another thing he’s fucked up with Danny since they met.-

It wasn’t like that. God, I don’t know what it was other than a huge mistake but it wasn’t that. I don’t just go fucking around on you, okay? I never did anything like that. I never wanted to. If I had, I would have told you.

-Danny scoffs.-

I would have. I didn’t with this because it freaked me out, okay? It freaked me out that I even thought about it and it was never gonna happen again. Cameron agreed with me so I thought I’d just sort it out with her and be done with it. She was never the one I should have gone to.

-It should have always been Danny. Guess it just shows that even if Jesse tries to tell himself nothing actually happened to feel guilty for, he knew how wrong it was all along.

The fact that the house Jesse couldn’t get to Danny at last night was Nathan’s is a pretty just punishment for how it makes Jesse feel. But he doesn’t really have any leg to stand on with how he feels anymore so he doesn’t say anything.-

Listen. Just…if you ever need anything, if you’re ever in trouble, I’m a phone call away. Or Meg. She’d never say it but she’d do anything for you.

Yeah, of course.  Thanks. -He doesn’t tell Jesse he’d texted back and forth with Meg for several hours today-  And you know the same goes for you, too. -One side of his mouth curls up in a small grin- I’ve busted my ass to hard keeping you alive to have you go off and get hurt now.

-The anger has drifted away again, just leaving a bone deep sadness in its place.  And he needs to leave so he can break down in private.  He jabs his thumb over his shoulder at the parking lot-

I’m gonna head.  I’ll, uh, I’ll see you later, okay?  Probably around the Center.

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-Jesse is picking dandelions with Chris and Peter’s new kid. He’s not exactly sure how it happened but she seems to think he’s some authority on the subject, holding up each new one for him to name. Jesse started giving them random names ten minutes ago.

Dat one?-

That’s a Kekoa, sweetie.

-Her parents, and for all that Chris is Allison’s dad it’s weird to think of them as parents, come back outside then and Jesse’s all but forgotten in favor of Peter and food. Jesse’s just looking for a new distraction from not thinking about Danny when his phone vibrates in his pocket.His heart stops when he sees it’s actually from Danny.

 Jesse takes off for the house. He almost trips on something right through the door and he curses before righting himself and teleporting to the school as soon as he’s out of sight of the bar newbies.

Jesse walks to the lacrosse field in case Danny’s still got the mezuzah. That headache was not one he wants to relive. But true to his word Danny’s sitting on the bleachers when Jesse arrives on his own two feet with no problem. Of course he did. It’s Danny.

His boyfriend looks like shit. If Jesse can still call him that.

You wanted to talk. So, talk.

If there was sand under his feet, this would feel like Hawaii all over again. Jesse stands, a few feet between them, with his hands in his pockets.-

I should have told you. Right after it happened. I’m sorry I didn’t.

Yeah, you should have.  But you didn’t.

-Jesse shifts from foot to foot, looking so goddamn hopeful.  But Danny just doesn’t have anything left to give-

All that crap you accused me of.  Maybe that was just you projecting. -he shrugs, looking out at the lacrosse field and the sport he’s always loved but gave up because Jesse had been more important-  But whatever.  It doesn’t matter anymore. 

Um, look.  I don’t expect you to move out of the house or anything.  It’s your home, too and I’m pretty sure my parents have unofficially adopted you.  Your room could probably do with some actual use, anyway. -Danny tries to smile at his own pitiful joke, but he doesn’t think he pulls it off.  He’d thought a lot about the whole living situation, even talked to his mom about it, and while a part of him would really like to be an asshole, he knows Jesse depends a lot on that stability for recovery.  So he can deal.  Of course, whether Jesse chooses to stay or not is up to him.-

Besides, I’m starting college applications, so I’ll probably be out before too much longer anyway. -that was another thing he’d put off.  College.  Because he’d wanted to wait until Jesse had passed at least one year sober.  Stupid, stupid, stupid.  But there were a few colleges that had really wanted him, so he thinks he can call and beg and maybe still get late admission for fall-

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So that’s it, then, huh? Just like that?

-Danny’s nod is resolute. But he looks away when he confirms Just like that. Maybe the lights are fooling him, but he thinks there may be tears in Danny’s eyes and that makes everything worse.-

I guess I don’t blame you. After all the shit I’ve dragged you through. No, I don’t blame you at all.

-Danny’s face turns angry and Jesse can already hear what he’s going to say.-

I know. Everything else was worth it because it was for us. It doesn’t mean you haven’t been through a lot of pain because you chose me. I always hated that you had to suffer just to be with me.

I don’t love him. If that makes any difference. Maybe I was projecting with Stiles, maybe I wasn’t. I don’t know. But you’re the only person I’ve ever loved.

-Jesse crosses the space between them, cups the back of Danny’s head, and kisses his forehead. The scent of his favorite cologne wafts in Jesse’s nose and tears spring to his eyes. Blinking them away, he clears his throat and steps back.-

I’ll have my stuff out by tomorrow night. I don’t want to make things awkward for you or your parents. -He shrugs.- I’ll see your mom down at the Center anyway.

-Like somehow that was supposed to make things better-  Go, stay, whatever.  I already told you it wouldn’t be awkward, but that’s up to you.  

-He steps further back, away from Jesse and from the stupid fucking tears in his eyes.  Of course Jesse is sorry.  He’s always so, so sorry-

Go ahead and stay there tonight at least.  I’m staying over at Nathan’s again, anyway, and mom’s expecting you for dinner.

-His hands are starting to clench into fists and he forces them to relax-  You know, maybe you don’t love him or whatever.  Maybe it was just like that guy at The Sevens and every other hook up you’d had.  He was just there, so why not?  I don’t know.  But I’ve loved both of you, and both of you screwed me over.  You fucking deserve each other.

-He really thought he’d gotten over the bitter anger part today.  He’d been wrong.  He supposes it’s not every day you lose your best friend and your boyfriend all in one fell swoop.  It’s not even really the kiss—-no, no, it really, really is.  But it’s also the lie.  Always with the goddamn lying.  He is so, so done with the lying and the hiding-

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-Jesse is picking dandelions with Chris and Peter’s new kid. He’s not exactly sure how it happened but she seems to think he’s some authority on the subject, holding up each new one for him to name. Jesse started giving them random names ten minutes ago.

Dat one?-

That’s a Kekoa, sweetie.

-Her parents, and for all that Chris is Allison’s dad it’s weird to think of them as parents, come back outside then and Jesse’s all but forgotten in favor of Peter and food. Jesse’s just looking for a new distraction from not thinking about Danny when his phone vibrates in his pocket.His heart stops when he sees it’s actually from Danny.

 Jesse takes off for the house. He almost trips on something right through the door and he curses before righting himself and teleporting to the school as soon as he’s out of sight of the bar newbies.

Jesse walks to the lacrosse field in case Danny’s still got the mezuzah. That headache was not one he wants to relive. But true to his word Danny’s sitting on the bleachers when Jesse arrives on his own two feet with no problem. Of course he did. It’s Danny.

His boyfriend looks like shit. If Jesse can still call him that.

You wanted to talk. So, talk.

If there was sand under his feet, this would feel like Hawaii all over again. Jesse stands, a few feet between them, with his hands in his pockets.-

I should have told you. Right after it happened. I’m sorry I didn’t.

Yeah, you should have.  But you didn’t.

-Jesse shifts from foot to foot, looking so goddamn hopeful.  But Danny just doesn’t have anything left to give-

All that crap you accused me of.  Maybe that was just you projecting. -he shrugs, looking out at the lacrosse field and the sport he’s always loved but gave up because Jesse had been more important-  But whatever.  It doesn’t matter anymore. 

Um, look.  I don’t expect you to move out of the house or anything.  It’s your home, too and I’m pretty sure my parents have unofficially adopted you.  Your room could probably do with some actual use, anyway. -Danny tries to smile at his own pitiful joke, but he doesn’t think he pulls it off.  He’d thought a lot about the whole living situation, even talked to his mom about it, and while a part of him would really like to be an asshole, he knows Jesse depends a lot on that stability for recovery.  So he can deal.  Of course, whether Jesse chooses to stay or not is up to him.-

Besides, I’m starting college applications, so I’ll probably be out before too much longer anyway. -that was another thing he’d put off.  College.  Because he’d wanted to wait until Jesse had passed at least one year sober.  Stupid, stupid, stupid.  But there were a few colleges that had really wanted him, so he thinks he can call and beg and maybe still get late admission for fall-

-Danny wakes up with a hangover and cottonmouth.  It’s almost nostalgic.  A reminder of a time when the only thing he was expected to be was a stupid teenager.  Not an anchor, not a protector, not an occasional killer.  Just a teenager whose biggest worry was whether or not his team would win at lacrosse.  Right now he really misses those days.

He rolls to a sitting position and grimaces, leaning forward to rest his hands in his palms.  He’s not sure what time he’d actually passed out on the couch, but it can’t be too terribly long ago, because a part of him suspects he’s still just a little bit buzzed.  He knows it was long after the party was over, when almost everyone had left and Nathan had taken one look at him and told him he’d better crash on the couch.

He hears quiet murmurs to the side and parts his fingers just enough so he can peek out between the spaces but still be protected from the cruel midday sun.  There’s tangle of limbs slowly unwinding from a pile of bean bags over in the corner.  They belong to Nathan, and his boyfriend, David, and…some other guy Danny doesn’t remember seeing last night?  Who seems awfully hands on with the other two.  

As he watches, David reaches out to affectionately ruffle Nathan’s hair, who groans and swats him away, barely opening bloodshot eyes.  

I’m gonna die.  Nathan’s voice sounds just as hungover as Danny feels.

Random dude snorts and shakes his head before standing. No dying today.  Come on, I’ll make breakfast.  He grabs one of Nathan’s hands and one of David’s hands and hauls them to their feet.  They both stumble a little and he steadies them with hands on their shoulders before turning his face first into David’s neck and then into Nathan’s.

Come on, drunkards.  They trail obediently behind him as he heads toward the kitchen, leaving Danny alone and a bit bemused at what he’d just seen.  He supposes if everyone’s happy with it, it isn’t his place to judge.

He finally takes his phone out for the first time in hours.  There’s still the voicemail from Jesse to deal with and after a long moment of hesitation he listens to it.  And then deletes it.  He’s not dealing with Jesse until after he’s eaten and showered.  Which means he’ll have to hope Nathan takes pity on him and lets him use his bathroom and a change of clothes, because he doesn’t want to risk running into Jesse at the house before he’s cleaned up-

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She waits until Jesse has gone to the bedroom before whipping her phone out and texting Danny. [text]: Jesse just showed up at my door. What the hell happened?

He’s six shots in when he gets Meg’s text, and after glaring at the screen for a good minute he sends a terse message back, refusing to feel guilty that Jesse had somehow decided he couldn’t sleep at the house.

{text}  Tell Jesse to go fuck himself.

Then he turns his phone to silent and takes the beer Nathan holds out for him.

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-He expected this. Because Danny likes facts. He needs them as much as Stiles does. It doesn’t stop the knot in Stiles stomach to rise up into his throat.-

We were outside, talking. Well, I was outside and then Jesse came busting out the doors. And I started verbal diarrhea-ing about my dad and getting into Berkeley. Jesse offered to take me back and forth and, god. That was such a relief. I’ve been freaking out about that, ya know? 

-Danny’s face looks like he may vomit.-

Aaaand that is totally not the point. I hugged him. And when I let go I just…didn’t back up. It was intense and sudden and when I realized what we were doing, I backed the fuck up. 

-What we were doing.  What we were doing.  That’s the thing.  That’s what he needed to know.  That’s the thing that causes the ice in his chest to coalesce on the head of a pin and then shatter into a thousand daggers, each point an accusation Jesse had hurled at him in that basement, each point a hurtful, hateful thing Jesse had snarled at him and Danny had just taken.  Each shard made up of every time Danny had done every goddamn thing he could humanly do to protect and care for Jesse, to let him know that here, in Danny’s life, Jesse was safe and loved and secure.  Every damn thing he had bottled up and pushed away and ignored because Jesse needed him-

And this…this was where it had gotten him.  Of course.

Stiles is staring at him, wide eyed and unblinking, throat bobbing with each swallow-

You know… -Danny says slowly, reaching for his wallet and throwing a few dollars on the table for a tip-  I always thought that Jesse, and you, were two of the best things that had ever happened to me, no matter how you and I ended.  Christ. -he shakes his head- I was so fucking wrong, wasn’t I?

-He walks out without hearing what Stiles might have to say, how he’ll try to fix things.  Danny’s not interested in fixing things anymore.  What he’s interested in is getting in his car and driving out to his parents’ storage shed before Jesse can find him.  He makes it, opens the roller door, and digs around until he finds the very first Christmas present Jesse had ever given him.  Now, Jesse may be able to know where he is…there’s nothing Danny can ever do about that…but he can’t actually go anywhere near him.  The Mezuzah will take care of that.

God, he’d been such an idiot.  Such a stupid, idiotic child.  That very first time, when he’d walked into The Sevens and seen Jesse fucking some random guy over the counter, he should have known.  And when he’d turned around and walked away, he should never have stopped walking.  Should never have taken the Mezuzah down and welcomed Jesse back into his room and into his life.  

What was that they said about old habits dying hard?  

He just never really thought it would have been Stiles that had helped it along.

He’s going to get totally, completely, and blindingly drunk, something he hasn’t done in ages because he didn’t want to make things hard for Jesse.  Guess he doesn’t have to worry about that anymore.

The problem is, of course, where to go.  Jackson and Lydia are out of state, celebrating their escape from high school, and The Sevens is too full of familiar faces for him right now.  But there is one place he knows where a party is assured, and the liquor will flow free.

He gets back in his car and makes a call.  It’s answered on the second ring.

Danny?  He can hear music and people in the background, just like he’d known he would-

Hey, Nathan.  Can I crash your party?

-Yeah, sure.  You and Jesse can…

Danny cuts him off-

Just me.  It’ll just be me.

-Yeah.  Okay.  Nathan’s voice is cautious and concerned.  Is everything okay?  Are you okay?

Danny snorts.-

I’m fine.  Don’t worry about it.  I’ll be there in ten.

-He hangs up and sends a text to him mom.  Lets her know he won’t be home tonight-