Traffic, for trixxie_90

Jul 06, 2007 14:05

Title: Traffic
Author: super_six_one
Recipient: trixxie_90
Rating: PG [mild language]
Author's Notes: First off, I don’t own these characters. Next, the prompt was Danny and Martin are nursing a fight.
Summary: The boys are stuck in traffic on their way back into the city. Disagreements and slight Christmas movie bashing ensues.

“Damn it, Martin, we’ve been here forever-this exact spot. Just turn the lights on and get us off this goddamn freeway already.”

Martin’s brows furrowed, lips twitching in what Danny could only assume was irritation. “I’m not doing it. It’s unethical.”

“Jesus Christ,” Danny muttered, his knuckles curling against the cold glass of the Explorer’s passenger window. “This is unethical. You see that McDonalds sign over there on the right? Yeah. Well, it’s been three hours and it’s not getting any closer.”

“It’s not been three hours!” Martin insisted.

“Yeah. Probably longer.” Danny rolled his eyes, looked out the window into the neon banners that glowed on the sopping pavement of the congested freeway. His feet had gone numb since the last sixteenth of a mile they’d moved. Which had been about three hours.

“It’s not like I caused the pile-up, alright?” Martin said. “It’s not like I control the weather…”

The words sounded gritty, spoken through clenched teeth, perhaps. Danny risked a glance over. Yep. Set jaw, eyes fixed on that black horizon of endless streams of red car lights and reflecting guide signs, knuckles white on the steering wheel, arms locked rigid.

For a second or two, Danny was filled with a sense of accomplishment, satisfaction almost. It was nice to know he wasn’t suffering alone. Or, as it was beginning to seem, dying alone. They’d be stuck in traffic until judgment day, Danny betted, until the world ended.

Just like that one apocalypse scene in T2, only cooler because Danny would grip Martin when it all happened, and they’d die in each other’s arms getting busy in the backseat, and Jesus, Danny needed some dinner. And maybe some sleep. He settled with pressing his palms into his closed eyes, until that brilliant flash of gold and blue appeared.

Time to test the waters. Forty seconds had already passed.

“Just a little flash of the badge, a blink from the lights, and the shoulder’s all ours, Martin,” Danny bartered. “We’ll be home free.”

“You want to talk this to death, fine. But I’m not pulling rank on half the state of Massachusetts just to get you home in time for your neighbor’s tamales and the kiddy claymation movies on ABC Family.”

He frowned, a little pang in his chest. “They’re not just kiddy movies. It’s family entertainment. It’s important.”

Martin opened his mouth like he had something to say, then sighed and tore his eyes away from the unmoving mass of cars and trucks stretching out before them on both sides of the cement divider. Danny was a little taken back by the exhaustion masking his face, the only light emanating within his eyes.

Danny fought back the urge to grasp Martin’s hand, but figured taking the man’s hand away from the wheel probably wasn’t a good idea, what with the now stop-and-go condition. It was okay, though, because Martin’s already one step ahead of him, his hand on Danny’s.

“I’m not trying to belittle you, man. I know it’s important.”

“It’s Christmassy,” Danny supplied, a ghost of a grin etching its way across his face as Martin’s fingers laced through his on top of Danny’s thigh.

Martin smiled in response. “That too.”

challenge fic: summer 2007

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