Date: 22 Jul 99 12:11:57
From: rimshot@planetaccess.com
Subject: daniel and jd part 4

Sorry the sex content has gone down lately, but I had to explore some ideas
with the charecters and give you a villan.

Daniel and JD / Reality Bites


4

	The smell of chemicals and the discomfort of being in one position
for to long caused Daniel to fight his way out of the darkness.  It was
difficult to open his eyes, and he really didn't want to move very much.  A
pain over his eye and a dull throb on the back of his head that made
thumping sensations in his ears woke him the rest of the way up.  Groggily
he peered through slit eyes at the face of his mother, wonder why she was
here and where exactly here was.

	"Where am I?"  He mumbled thickly.  For a moment he imagined casts
on his left arm and leg and was surprised that he could move those limbs
easily.  His mother got up and came to his side, smoothing his blond hair
out of his eyes.

	"You in the hospital, Danny.  You have a concussion."

	His mind digested that for awhile, processing why he was there.
The events of the previous night washed through his memory causing tears to
form in his eyes.  He grabbed his mother's arm and tried to sit up.
"Where's JD?"  He cried, resisting her attempts to lay him back down.

	Calm down, Honey," She said, easing him back.  "JD's in surgery.
We haven't heard anything yet."  She picked up a tissue and dabbed at his
eyes.  "You need to get some rest, and maybe you can see him later, ok?"

	"Find out, Mom."  He pushed her hand away.  "I need to know."  He
closed his eyes and tried to relax, nausea overwhelming him.  He drifted
back to sleep with JD's face in front of his eyes.  He dreamed about
Dester's Landing, about skinny-dipping and lying in the sun.  The next time
he woke up it was dark, and Stacy was sitting in a chair at the end of the
bed instead of his mother.  "Hi."  He croaked, lifting his head.  She got
up and came over, getting him some water.

	"Your mom and dad are getting something to eat.  I hope you don't
mind me staying with you."  She smiled down at him, and he reached up to
touch her face.

	"No.  How's JD?"  He asked after sipping some more of the water.
It was ice cold and felt very good on his throat.

	"He hasn't come around yet, Daniel."  Her smile was replaced by
concern.  "His parents are like zombies in the waiting room.  He came out
of surgery almost an hour ago, but they haven't taken him to a room."  She
helped him adjust the bed so he could sit up a little.

	"Did the doctor say anything?  Is he gonna be ok?"

	She sighed and shook her head slightly.  "They don't know.  The
knife went through his liver and into his intestines.  They said it was
bad."

	He dropped his head back on the pillow, unable to support it any
longer.  His world crashed around his shoulders, and he felt an intense
loneliness washing over him.  Stacy dabbed at his eyes, moved to silence.

	"He can't die.  I haven't told him I love him yet."  Daniel
squeezed his eyes shut and sobbed, held and comforted by the girl that he'd
almost dated and had never loved as anything but a friend.  She rocked him
gently, shushing quietly and envying JD.

	He woke up the next morning feeling much better but very cranky.
The nurse took his vital signs and left, thankfully leaving him in peace.
He got up from the bed, steadied himself for a few seconds, them went into
the bathroom.  It had never felt so good to relieve himself.

	A young male doctor came in as he left the tiny bathroom and smiled
at him.  "You're looking a lot better today, young man."  He helped Daniel
into the bed and pulled up the rail.  "In fact, if you promise to rest one
more day, I'll let you go home with your parents tomorrow morning, deal?"

	Daniel nodded, lowering himself to the pillow.  The trip to the
restroom had taken a lot out of him, but he still felt pretty good, just
winded.  He said so.  "Concussions are funny things."  The doctor stated,
laying the chart on the table and flashing Daniel's eyes with a little
flashlight.  "They make you a little tired and woozy, but usually your fine
in a few days."  He finished and made notes on the chart.  "You, however,
took a fairly hefty wallop, and that's why you're here so long."

	"Can I see my friend now?"  Daniel asked.  "Is he ok?"

	"He's better, but he still hasn't started to wake up.  I'll ask his
parents if you can visit, but only for a few minutes."  The doctor smiled
and patted Daniel's shoulder, then picked up his chart.  "I heard that the
police got two of the little bastards that did this to you and your
partner."  He stopped at the door and paused before opening it.  "I hope
you nail them to the ground."  He smiled again and saluted casually, then
pulled the door shut behind as he left.

	A while later, his mother came in with a wheel chair.  "I thought
you might be going stir crazy in here.  Seems like old times, doesn't it?"
She alluded to his car accident.  Daniel smirked and slid off the bed,
taking the light robe she held out and putting it on.

	"You sense of humor evades me mother.  I think I can walk."

	"Sit down young man," She smiled sweetly, batting her eyes, "Or I
will surely throw you into this chair and beg some duct tape from the
nurses."  She patted the back of the chair and completely blocked his way.

	He raised his hands in surrender and sat down, actually grateful to
her because he was now dizzy and nauseous again.  He lifted his feet so she
could put the petals down, the surprised him by sitting in the chair in
front of him.

	"Daniel, I want you to know that your dad and I love you, and I
want you to know that I think we know more about how important JD is to you
than you realize."  She took his hands in hers, trying not to cry.  "Honey,
we've spent a lot of time talking with his parents, and we're all kind of
shocked, but we love you.  I wanted you to know that."

	Daniel was at first horrified as it dawned on him what she was
saying, but for some reason, it was ok.  The secret was out, and that gave
him incredible freedom.  At the same time, he could see a deep pain in her
eyes, and he knew he had caused it.  He hugged her fiercely as a lump
formed in his throat.  "I love you, Mom."

	"Daniel, I don't promise to understand how you feel," She said,
stroking the side of his face, "But I want you to remember something.  I
carried you for nine months, changed your diapers, bandaged your scrapes
and bruises, and took you to baseball practice."  She leaned back and took
a tissue off the table and handed it to him.

	"If this is the choice you've made, then I accept that.  But
please, understand that it might take some getting used to, and that some
people might not be overjoyed at the idea."

	Daniel was silent for a moment, digesting what she'd said.  He felt
better knowing that his mother knew about his secret, and although she
wasn't sure, she was still there for him.  "Does dad know?"  He asked,
wiping his eyes.


	"I think he suspects due to the conversation between me and JD's
mother last night, but he's far to reserved to discuss it in public here at
the hospital.  I think you and he should talk when you get home."  His
mother moved behind him and turned the wheel chair towards the door.  "JD's
mother knew about him for a long time, but she had no idea about the two of
you until yesterday.  His father seems to just dismiss the whole idea."

	"Mom, I want you to know that I don't think I'm gay.  I just love
JD.  There's a difference."  Daniel pulled the door open so they could get
through.  "I don't even look at guys, and I don't act like a girl."

	"Let's talk later, ok?"  She moved him down the hall towards the
elevators.  "No matter how you feel, this isn't the place for talk like
this."

	"Sorry, Mom."

	The elevator took them up two floors, and at the end of a short
hall was a set of doors marked ICU.  Daniel felt his chest tighten at the
thought of JD being in intensive care.  His mouth went dry.  As they passed
each door, he could hear all types machines beeping and whirring, and could
see several different readout screens.  It was faintly terrifying.

	JD's mom met them at the door and bent to kiss Daniel on the cheek.
"I was so worried about you, Mister!"  She said as she patted his face.  "I
don't know what I'd do if I didn't have to clean up the kitchen after you
two everyday."

	"Is he awake yet?"  Daniel asked as he was pushed into the room.

	"No, not yet.  But his vital signs are stronger."

	There he was.  Daniel swallowed hard, pushing away the first image
that entered his mind of a corpse.  JD was pale and had his arms straight
along his sides.  He had a black eye on the right side, and a tube trailed
out of his nose.  There was an oxygen mask on his face, covering his fox
like features.  Daniel could see heavy bandages wrapping his ribs, and
three IV lines ran into his arms.

	"Oh, shit."  He whispered, standing up out of the wheel chair.
Moving slowly, like an old man, he moved to the side of the bed.  All most
tentatively, he took JD's hand.  He could feel tears trying to well up and
stuffed them back, not wanting to appear upset if JD opened his eyes.

	"JD?"  He spoke quietly.  "Hey, can you hear me?  It's Danny."  He
sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb the lines.  "Come on,
man.  I need to see those eyes.  I'm out here by myself, and I'm afraid."
His voice dropped to a whisper, and he reached out to stroke a little wisp
of hair aside.

	JD's hand twitched, lightly grasping Daniel's, causing him to jump.
"Please JD, open your eyes for me, ok?"  He watched JD's eyes flutter.  His
pulse quickened.  "There you go," He coached, rubbing JD's hand, "Open them
and look at me.  Let me know you're in there."

	JD blinked several times disoriented, before looking up and seeing
Daniel.  A slight smile crossed his face and croaked, "Hey."

	"Hey!"  Daniel whispered, grinning like a Cheshire cat.  "I thought
they killed you, you dickhead!"  Tears streamed down his cheeks and he
laughed.  He felt hands on his shoulders and realized that both of their
moms were at the bedside now.

	He put his hand on the side of JD's face.  "The gigs up, dude, and
we got some `splainin' to do."  Daniel looked into those green eyes and
felt himself relaxing, knowing that JD was still there, that he wasn't
alone.  JD nodded, then closed his eyes, drifting back to sleep.

	Daniel was taken back to his room and spent most of the rest of the
day sleeping.  The doctor came by and told him that he'd be there at least
two more days, then left him and his mother some pamphlets on head injuries
and how take care of himself when he went home.

	He was able to sleep much better after going to see his partner,
and went out like a light for the rest of the night.  He woke the nest
morning as the door to his room opened.  Stacy and Dane peeked in, the came
over to him and hugged him.  "What are you two up to?"  He smiled, pushing
himself up in the bed.

	"We stopped and saw JD for a few minutes.  He's awake already and
pestering his nurses.  Both of your parents went home for some rest, and we
took today's watch."  Stacy said, overly perky because she knew it drove
Daniel crazy.

	Dane handed him a small box wrapped in red and green paper.  "Merry
Christmas.  This is from me and Terry, and Stacy and Micah.  JD's is fire."

	"What is it?"  Daniel asked, turning the box over in his hands.

	"It's a bond, and that's all I'm telling you.  Open it."

	Daniel tore the paper off and opened the box, revealing a small
silver lightening bolt on a silver necklace.  On the back of the lightening
bolt was inscribed `D&JD'.  He was touched, not quite knowing what to say.
Stacy took it out and put it around his neck.  It fit perfectly, hanging
just between where his collarbones met.  He smiled and hugged them both.

	"There's and Indian legend that when the lightening gods come down
to the earth, the whole world changes."  Dane said as he sat down.  "You
two are definitely the lightening gods as far as I'm concerned.  As long as
you two are together, nothing can stop you.  And everyone knows you can't
have fire without lightening."

	"Your mom told us about your car accident last spring.  Looks like
you two are into role reversals."  Stacy adjusted his necklace, then moved
to sit in the other chair.  "Was it his turn to nearly die?  Do you guys
take turns, or what?"

	"Not intentionally."

	"Anyway, we're supposed to give you these," Stacy handed him a bag
containing a pair of clean underwear, anew t-shirt, and a new pair of OP
corduroy shorts.  "Then when you shower and change, we're supposed to drag
you kicking and screaming to the hospital garden.  It's enclosed, so you
can go there even while it's snowing."

	"Your mom was going into town with JD's mom and said that they'd
bring you lunch so you didn't pass away from the food here."  Dane got up
and closed the door so Daniel could have some privacy.  "They said they'd
be back around one."

"Where did she find a new pair of Op's in the middle of winter?"  Daniel
asked, getting out of bed to shower.

	"It's a female secret."  Stacy responded with a smirk.  "If you
knew everything we did, how would we rule the world?"

	Daniel shook his head and went into the bathroom.  He had already
figured out that you don't bend over very fast with a concussion, and was
careful not to drop anything.  He put on the new clothes from his mother
and parted his now shoulder length blond hair, pulling it back in a
ponytail.  He shaved, leaving a budding mustache, then went out to the
others.

	"I swear to god, only you could get in a fight, get the shit beat
out of you, and come out looking like a movie star."  Dane intoned in
disgust.  "You two and your perfect complexions and perfect builds piss me
off."  He followed Daniel out into the hall, putting his arm around Stacy's
shoulders.  "Do you ever have a bad hair day?"

	"Some've got it, and some ain't," Daniel shot back over his
shoulder, pushing the elevator button.  "I don't know about me, but I know
JD's got it."  He stepped in, holding the door.  "Whatever `it' is."

	The door opened to chaos.  Several people in white moved past them
in the hall as they walked towards the ICU doors, causing Dane to glance
over his shoulder.  As they neared JD's room, they could see several people
around the bed talking quickly.  Micah saw them and ran to Daniel, wrapping
her arms around him, sobbing.

	"He was talking to me about what he got you for Christmas," She
said into his chest thickly.  "All of the sudden his eyes rolled up, and
all those monitors started beeping."  She indicated the crowded room.
"They all came running in and made me leave."

    	Daniel saw the nurse that had met him at the emergency standing
behind a counter and went over to him.  "What happened?  He was doing fine,
wasn't he?"

	"I think they missed a bleeder when they operated.  You better go
back to your room."  The big friendly black man came around the desk and
put his arm around Daniel's shoulders.  "I promise I'll let you know as
soon as we know something.  Now git, ok?"

	JD was wheeled past them as they stood in the hall followed by an
army of various medical types.  Daniel felt a kernel of anger spark to
life.  He replayed the fight in his mind, fixing the cowboy's face in his
memory.  Unaware, he crushed Micah's hand, causing her to yelp.

	"God, I'm sorry Micah.  Are you all right?"  She said she was.  He
turned to Dane, who could see the change in Daniel's face, stopping himself
from backing off.

	"I want that clod kicking hillbilly shit kicker, Dane.  Call
everyone and find out who he is, where he is, whatever they have."  Dane
nodded, and Daniel led them down the hall.  They spent a couple of hours in
the arboretum, waiting for word to come down.

	JD's parents showed up and waited in his room, while Daniel's
mother waited with them in the garden.  She had brought lunch with her, but
no one touched the food.  At almost three in the afternoon, JD's mother
came in, letting them know he was in recovery, and that they had missed a
nick on his kidney.  He was doing much better.

	At almost ten, Daniel was summoned from his room.  JD's mother led
him to the ICU and a pair of very alert green eyes.  The oxygen was gone,
two of the IVs were gone, and JD had color in his face.  Daniel scooped him
up in a hug, careful not to squeeze very hard.  "You do that again and I'm
gonna kill you!" he mumbled into JD's hair.

	"It was my turn."  JD whispered.

	"Yeah, sure it was."  He touched the fire shaped locket on JD's
chest, glad that his mom had put it back on.  He felt JD's fingers touch
the lightening bolt and looked into his eyes, not having to say a word.
The fire god survived.  The lightening god would not allow it to be other
wise.  He kissed JD on the forehead just before he went back to sleep.  A
normal sleep.

	He rode home with his Mom to a family still waiting to have
Christmas.  He got tired easily, but was able to sit on the couch with his
brother, Tim, and open packages.  For some reason it was touching to him
for them to have waited, and he enjoyed they way they acted as though it
really was Christmas Day.

	When they were done, Daniel was left with his Dad while the others
went into the kitchen to fix dinner.  He knew this time was coming, and
dreaded what his father might think.  He worshipped the man, and had tried
his guts out in school and on the team to make his father proud.  The
silence went on until it hung in the air like something living.

	"I'm sorry, Dad."  He said at last quietly.  "I never wanted to
disappoint you like this."

	His father sighed deeply, turning to meet Daniel's eyes.  "Son, I
don't know what to think so don't get up set if I confuse you."  He turned
his chair so they could face each other.  "Twice I've gotten calls late at
night that my boy, Daniel, was hurt, and twice I've worried until I've
gotten sick about you.  I'm not blaming you, I just wanted you to know that
you can't feel that way about someone that you don't care about."  His
voice got husky, and water filled his eyes.

	Daniel got up and knelt by the recliner, laying his head in his
father's lap.  He felt his Dad's hand patting his head as he continued.  "I
feel a little lost, Dan, but you and Tim mean everything to me and your
Mom."  He lifted Daniel's face to look into his eyes.  "If what you and JD
have means that I get a third son, I guess it'll be that way, won't it?"

	"I swear I won't embarrass you, Dad."  Daniel scrubbed at his eyes
with his sleeve.  "I would never do anything to hurt you, or Mom or Tim, I
mean it."

	"I know that, boy."  The man reached behind the chair and pulled
out a large package shaped like a picture frame and handed it to Daniel.
"My Dad made something like this for me when I swam in school and college."

	Daniel tore it open to find all of his swimming awards and medals
mounted behind glass on red velvet.  He ran his fingers over the glass,
unable to think of anything to say.  "You can have my medals if you want
them, and hang them up in your room, side by side, where they belong."

	Years later, Daniel would remember this as the best time he ever
spend with his father.  The medals hung together no matter where they went,
always with his on the left and his father's on the right.  After a while
they went out to have lunch with everyone, neither saying much, but
enjoying that bond that Daniel knew he had destroyed.  He was pleased to be
mistaken.


	"You're out of your goddamned mind, you know that?"  Dane hissed,
watching the beat up Chevy truck for signs of movement.  Daniel crouched in
front of him and watched the gas station where they had found the third
cowboy.  It was after eleven, and the boy was turning out lights and
locking up.

	"Be quiet, Dane!"  He whispered, waving his hand.  "Christ all
mighty, why don't you just yell and get his attention."

	"Sorry."

	The biggest of the three that attacked them on Christmas Eve closed
the door as he left, half- mumbling and half whistling some song he had in
his head.  He shuffled out to his truck and was about to open the door when
he felt a strange sensation on the back of his neck.  He spun around just
in time to catch Daniel's fist with his nose, sending him hard against the
door of the trunk.

	"Miss me, you clod kicking hillbilly?"  Daniel snarled, pulling the
other up off the ground and punching him again.  "Not so fun when it's a
fair fight, is it?"  He kicked the cowboy in the ribs as hard as he could,
hearing the air rush out.

	"Tell you what, Shitkicker.  Why don't you get that little knife of
yours out so you have a chance here."  He grabbed the cowboy by the hair
and pulled him up again, staring him in the face.  "Oh, that's right.  That
knife went to the hospital in my best friend, didn't it?"  He punched
several times into the ribs that he had kicked, feeling the fury in him
explode with every impact.

	Daniel mashed the cowboy's face into the door handle, satisfied
with the crunching sound of teeth.  He let the cowboy fall onto his back
and then straddled him, sitting on his chest.  The cowboy was terrified,
his eyes wide.  Blood streamed from his nose and mouth, and he gurgled when
he breathed in.

	"I want you to remember something about fags, prairie fairy."
Daniel leaned forward and bored in with his eyes.  "They're a lot fucking
meaner than any shit kicker that ever walked, and not all of them are
sissies.  You every come near me or anyone else I've ever met in my life,
and I will hunt you down and finish this."

	He stood up and delivered one final kick, nailing the cowboy in the
crotch.  "You know what's sad, Tex?  I've taken it up the ass from a guy
that's ten times the man you'll ever be."  Daniel reached down and picked
up the boy's cowboy hat and put it on.  "My name's Daniel Broederick.  Come
and get me, mother fucker, I dare you."