SLASH!!

[Insane Boingo]

Now would anyone be horribly offended if I posted some of my Danny/Tim slash?

If so I'll delete this, otherwise I'll start with my low key ones, y'know PG and PG-13 LoL

Let me know. If I don't hear anything in a few days I'll just do it LOL

[Burton'sMuse]

No not at all!
Go for it Rina!!

[Cici_Rose]

^__________^ I hope it's the one I think it is..Oh man, it's so fu(king good!! POST IT RINA!!! XD

[Insane Boingo]

Pairing: Danny/Tim
Rating: PG
Time of Setting: Around the release of Boi-Ngo, 1987-ish

Disclaimer: Didn’t happen. If Danny wrote that song about Tim, it is news to me. Either way, I don’t know them. They own themselves and at time probably each other. Don’t hurt me; it’s an angst/romance fic.

Finding You

There is something to be said about a working relationship, especially the one that I have with Tim. We had started out all casual, a composer and director, yet also friends. That is never a good way to start a working relationship. There will always be a time when you think, ‘what an not a very nice person, I though he was my friend’, and that will put a strain on the work. That’s when the pressure sets in. It will wear on the both of you, causing you to bear teeth and show claws. We felt it necessary to rip into each other, to keep everything working smoothly.

Our working relationship was also interfering with our friendship. Well if you could even call it that. It was something so much more. Tim and I had always been so close. We knew what each other were thinking, could communicate without talking, just a glance and a hand gesture. Now he wasn’t letting me in. The night before he had called asking for a place to stay, and I obliged. Once he had arrived he had said a total of 3 sentences to me and then claimed to be tired, retreating to the couch, he ignored me the rest of the night.

After he had fallen asleep, I had wandered out into the living room and sat on the arm of the couch. Then I watched him sleep, the rise and fall of his chest, listening to his heavy breathing, leaning in close enough to brush the matted hair out of his face. When he stirred I had retreated quickly back into my studio, where I had been writing. I wonder if he knew.

I had come to terms with the fact that we were just friends, nothing more. Whenever any other thoughts crept into my head I shoved it away quickly, and began writing. Sometimes I couldn’t shut off my brain, this was usually when I had been up for a day or so, and had been closely working with Tim. Tonight was one of those nights. No matter how much I tried to push him out of my mind, he was there. I tried to focus on my songs, my lyrics.

My eyes wandered to something I have just scribbled down.

Every time I look around my shoulder
I'm still trying to find you

I began to hum to myself. The song was taking shape in my head. Everything, I could hear every instrument alone, and then all at once. I kept writing.

Every time I wake up all alone without you
I'm still trying to find you
When I look in mirrors - faint reflection of you
I'm still trying to find you

It was all flowing out of me now. Everything that I had wanted to tell Tim, how I wished he would let me in. Hold him when he cries. How I’ve dreamt about waking up next to him. How my mind had played tricks on me thinking I’m awake, when in fact all of it was a dream.

Just behind my back I feel your warmth and turn
When I drive I sometimes speak to no one softly
When I dream of you I wake in pools of laughter
When I close my eyes I feel your breathing near me
With your heart in rhythm with mine every morning

I’m a bit taken back by the emotions running through me, and being scrawled on the paper. I will not let myself cry. I can feel the tears welling up behind my eyes. I want to run out into the living room, shaking Tim awake and waving this song in his face. Screaming things like ‘Why are you doing this to me’ and ‘Why won’t you let me in? Why won’t you let me find you finally?’ It takes all of my will power to stay seated, and continue writing. I have to get it out there.

Don't you know
There's a place where only dreaming people go
There's the finest line between us now
I don't know if I'm right or I'm wrong
And I don't know if it's worth the wait

I sat back, closing my eyes, tears running freely down my cheeks, trying to calm my ragged breathing.

It’s amazing how quickly you can fall asleep, when you’re depressed, and haven’t had a decent nights sleep in a week or so. When I opened my eyes, daylight is pouring in through the one small window on the wall.

“nuts, I forgot to close the blinds” I said quietly to myself.

“I figured if I didn’t close them, you’d come too sooner or later.” The sound of Tim’s voice almost made me fall out of the chair onto I disagree. “Good morning.” He smiled at me.

“Oh so are we talking again?” I said coldly, stretching and prying my eyes open to look at him. “I figured you were just going to leave in the morning, without a word to anyone.”

“Now why would you think I wasn’t talking to you?” He tilted his head to the side and looked at me innocently.

I shook my head. “Oh, never mind.” I was forcing myself to wake up when I noticed his hold the paper that I had been pouring my heart out on the night before.

He noticed me looking. “I really like this one. What’s it called?” He glanced down to read over them again.

“Oblivious Director.” I said under my breath, without thinking.

“What?” Tim looked up suddenly. He must’ve heard ‘director’.

“Nothing, I don’t know what I’m going to call it yet.” I stood up stretching, my back cracked in a few places, so much for a good nights sleep.

“Well it’s really nice. Who’s it about?” His eyes left mine and glanced back down to the page.

I froze. Did he know? How could he know? It’s very vague; I could go through a list of people that I had written it for. A good number of them being imaginary people, who kept me company in those long nights, I don’t give them enough credit. I shake my head and force myself to look at him again. He’s smiling down at the scribbled handwriting. He knew.

“I uh…Tim.” I stutter, trying to regain some of my balance, my legs suddenly feel like noodles, and I have to grab onto the chair. “I can explain…”

“Explain what?” He looks up into my eyes. “You sound like you’re embarrassed.” He thingyed an eyebrow. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, everyone has crushes.”

I had just been shot down, in a very childish way. A crush? How could he think that? What I felt for him was much more than a measly crush. I was infuriated; I had to get out of there, before I did something stupid. “Yeah… heh, a crush.” I tried to choke back the anger in my voice. “I’m going to go lock myself in my room for a while. You can stay as long as you want, help yourself to anything. If you hear a loud gun shot don’t panic.” My voice had gone from anger to calm and reserved.

“What?! Wait, Danny!” He tried to follow, as I hurried out the door. I made it to my room in record time, slamming the door in Tim’s face, locking it quickly behind me. I sat back against the door and cried. Tim was on the other side trying to talk to me. I couldn’t hear him. It felt like someone had ripped out my heart, and tossed it idly aside for people to walk upon.

“Danny, please open the door. I don’t want you to do anything stupid, please.” Tim kept talking, trying the handle every now and again, banging frantically when I didn’t answer. “Danny I can’t bear to see you hurt.” I could hear him sobbing. “And I can’t live knowing that I hurt you. Please.” It sounded as if he had given up, slumped against the door, pounding out anger. “I can’t live without you.” That came as a whisper, I wasn’t sure if I had heard it or not.

“Then why won’t you let me in?” I yelled back. “You won’t talk to me anymore.” I tried my best to hide the sobs that kept rising in my voice. “Why won’t you…” I stopped listening quietly to Tim on the opposite side. He was balling, something inside me snapped, and I couldn’t bear him crying anymore.

I got to my feet, turning quickly; unlocking the door and pulling it open. He fell forward into my arms, sobbing uncontrollably. I held him close, supporting his weight. Cooing over him, “Don’t worry, Tim. I’m not going to do anything.”

“I just… I couldn’t..” He cries, looking up into my eyes. “I can’t lose …“ He stops suddenly, almost as he’s coming to the realization that he’s in my arms.

I brought one of my hands up to his face, brushing his tear soaked hair out of his eyes. “It’s alright….” I let my hand linger on his cheek for a minute.

“Kiss me…” He whispered through ragged breathing.

“Tim…” I gasp and the request.

“Please, kiss me…” He looks at me longingly, pleading.

After a moment I leaned forward placing my lips gently on his. He tilted his head to the side slightly allowing my better access. I carefully ran my tongue along his lips, making sure to not drop him; I still am supporting his weight completely. It’s a chaste kiss, nothing more. When I pull away he still has his eyes closed.

“Tim?” I say after a moment, mostly because my legs are shaking, I’m going to collapse with him on top of me soon.

He jerks a bit and opens his eyes, realizing that I’m not going to be able to support him much longer. He complies and takes a step back, still letting me hold him. After a moment he talks quietly. “I never…” He stutters a bit, “I never could ask you before.”

“Why not?” I don’t know why I asked him that. It just came out. I needed to break the silence.

“Never came up.” He gave me a weak smile. “I never thought that you would say yes anyway.” He leaned forward resting his forehead against mine.

“I had the same problem; I always thought you would hit me or something.” I tilt my head up slightly, testing him. He hesitates then leans closer bringing his lips to mine again. He lets this kiss linger a bit longer, opening his mouth allowing my tongue entrance.

“Can I stay a while?” He says, finally breaking the kiss.

“Of course, you can stay as long as you want.” I hug him tightly. “Just promise me you’re not going to tell anyone yet. I’m not ready to deal with that.” I chuckle.

“I don’t think they’re ready for it yet.” He laughs.

“I think you’re right.” I look at him. “Are you?”

He doesn’t say anything, just gives me a sweet smile. After a few seconds he kisses my forehead. “Mmm..” He contemplates the thought for a bit more.

I admit I grow impatient. I think part of it is my fear that he was going to say no, or not yet. I couldn’t handle that, not now. When you’ve you thought about a kiss for so long, and it is nothing even close to what you’ve imagined, you’re not going to be so willing to let that person flutter away.

“Tim?” My impatience overtook me and I had to have an answer.

“I’m ready.” He smiles, realizing my sudden need for an answer.

I let out a big sigh of relief. I can feel something close to tears in my eyes. From what I’m uncertain, that fact that he said yes, or this overcoming feeling of happiness. I push them away.

“Tim?” I look him in the eyes; he noticed the tears and holds me tighter.

“Hmm?” He tries to force out a reassuring smile.

Suddenly I feel incredibly warm inside. Completely new feelings are brewing inside of my chest. So this is what it must feel like to be alive. Completely uncaring of everything, not wanting to ever let him go, not caring if anyone knows it. So what they say is true, love changes everything. I hugged him tightly, resting my head on his shoulder. I must’ve startled him; he stiffens at first and then lets me hold him. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, cuddling me closer.

“I’m glad, you let me in.” I whisper finally, taking in all of his warmth, all of him.

“Thank you for finding me.”

[Insane Burtonite]

I LOVE THIS STORY! I remember a LONG time ago, you showed it to me. Ah it was so good!!!!!! I told you that, right? I hope I did, otherwise I'd be quite overdue. But yeah...it was amazing! XD