Fic: Business As Usual, Donald/Timmy
Title: Business As Usual
Pairing: Donald/Timmy
Rating: G
Words: 407
Summary: Timmy's hurt and Donald blames himself
Warnings: slash
A/N: written for 10_titles . Crossposted to donaldtimmy
“Do need another pillow?”
Shaking his head, Timmy said, “Donald, could you please stop fussing over me? I’m fine.”
“Fine? Timothy, you almost died!”
Despite the horrified look on his lover’s face, Timmy couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his lips. “I don’t think anyone’s ever died from a broken ankle, Donald.”
“You were almost shot.”
They had been strolling through the park discussing where they should have dinner when this man appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, pointing a gun at Timmy and yelling something about payback. The next thing Timmy knew he was on the ground in pain. He thought he’d been shot until he realized the pain was in his foot, nowhere near where the gun had been pointed.
“Almost being the operative word, Donald. You saved me.” Timmy smiled. “My own personal hero.”
“Trust me Tim, I’m nobody’s hero.”
“You trust me, Donald Strachey, you are my hero, like it or not.”
“All I did was shove you out of the way.” Donald shrugged. “You still got hurt.”
“I’ll take a broken ankle over a hole in my head any day.”
“You wouldn’t have been in that situation if it wasn’t for me and my stupid job.”
“Baby, it’s not your fault. After all it’s not like this happens all the time.”
“Timmy, it’s part of the job. People tend to get pissed off when they’re threatened. I can’t count the times I’ve been beat up, shot at or worse.”
What could be worse? Timmy decided he didn’t want to know the answer to that. Instead he placed his hand over Donald’s.
Taking Timmy’s silence the wrong way, Donald said, “If you don’t want to see me anymore, I understand.”
Squeezing his hand , Timmy said, “I realize we’ve only known each other a few weeks but still I’d think by now you would know I don’t give up on people I care about.”
“I can’t promise you this won’t happen again.”
“I don’t care. I would rather have a hundred broken bones than not have you.”
For one terrifying moment Timmy thought he’d went too far. After all, neither of them had ever used the L word. He’d been careful not to, afraid Donald would bolt if it got to serious.
“I would die if anything happened to you.” Donald touched Timmy’s face with his free hand. “I love you so much.”
Timmy leaned in and kissed Donald soundly. “I love you too.”
Pairing: Donald/Timmy
Rating: G
Words: 407
Summary: Timmy's hurt and Donald blames himself
Warnings: slash
A/N: written for 10_titles . Crossposted to donaldtimmy
“Do need another pillow?”
Shaking his head, Timmy said, “Donald, could you please stop fussing over me? I’m fine.”
“Fine? Timothy, you almost died!”
Despite the horrified look on his lover’s face, Timmy couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his lips. “I don’t think anyone’s ever died from a broken ankle, Donald.”
“You were almost shot.”
They had been strolling through the park discussing where they should have dinner when this man appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, pointing a gun at Timmy and yelling something about payback. The next thing Timmy knew he was on the ground in pain. He thought he’d been shot until he realized the pain was in his foot, nowhere near where the gun had been pointed.
“Almost being the operative word, Donald. You saved me.” Timmy smiled. “My own personal hero.”
“Trust me Tim, I’m nobody’s hero.”
“You trust me, Donald Strachey, you are my hero, like it or not.”
“All I did was shove you out of the way.” Donald shrugged. “You still got hurt.”
“I’ll take a broken ankle over a hole in my head any day.”
“You wouldn’t have been in that situation if it wasn’t for me and my stupid job.”
“Baby, it’s not your fault. After all it’s not like this happens all the time.”
“Timmy, it’s part of the job. People tend to get pissed off when they’re threatened. I can’t count the times I’ve been beat up, shot at or worse.”
What could be worse? Timmy decided he didn’t want to know the answer to that. Instead he placed his hand over Donald’s.
Taking Timmy’s silence the wrong way, Donald said, “If you don’t want to see me anymore, I understand.”
Squeezing his hand , Timmy said, “I realize we’ve only known each other a few weeks but still I’d think by now you would know I don’t give up on people I care about.”
“I can’t promise you this won’t happen again.”
“I don’t care. I would rather have a hundred broken bones than not have you.”
For one terrifying moment Timmy thought he’d went too far. After all, neither of them had ever used the L word. He’d been careful not to, afraid Donald would bolt if it got to serious.
“I would die if anything happened to you.” Donald touched Timmy’s face with his free hand. “I love you so much.”
Timmy leaned in and kissed Donald soundly. “I love you too.”