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Daniel "Danno" Williams ([personal profile] dann_0) wrote2017-04-09 11:06 am

PSL: Sentinel AU

Danny is Steve's guide. He is still pretty new at it and working with a Sentinel who has some bad experiences. To top if off, while working a case in Portland he finds out that a guide can have more than one Sentinel who is their perfect match.
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Danny Call to Eliot

[personal profile] a_very_distinctive 2017-05-24 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
Eliot's breath hitches and he lets his eyes slip shut for a moment, leaning back against the door. At least Danny hasn't gotten instant cold feet... though maybe it would be easier in the long run if he had. "Hope you can still feel more'n my hands," he answers, low and a little hoarse, and bites back the urge to tell Danny just how much he's missed him from the moment he walked through airport security. Christ.
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Danny Call to Eliot

[personal profile] a_very_distinctive 2017-05-24 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Good, I sure hope you do, darlin'." And that he won't mind Eliot freshening them up... if he actually shows after a week back home. "An' I ain't gonna say no any time you wanna come back, you tell me when's good an' I'll book the flight."
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Re: Danny Call to Eliot

[personal profile] a_very_distinctive 2017-05-24 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
"You got it, sweetheart. An' do me a favor an' don't go runnin' into anything without backup again, huh?"
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Danny Call to Eliot

[personal profile] a_very_distinctive 2017-05-24 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, well, you better not be lookin' for repeat performances'a that either, given I'm about twenty-five hundred miles away," Eliot growls, but there's no heat in it and he can't help smiling. "I will, sweetheart. You do the same, okay?"
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Re: Danny Call to Eliot

[personal profile] a_very_distinctive 2017-05-24 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
"'Night, sweetheart," he answers quietly, then leans against the closed door, phone in hand, and tries to pull himself back together again... and tries even harder to ignore how much harder it is to do it on his own now. Doesn't matter, he doesn't have a choice. So he breathes slow and shallow, blocking out everything he can--the noise in the restaurant below, the scent of so many strangers, everything but the steady beat of Hardison's heart in the apartment next door. It's not as grounding as it used to be, but it's still something solid and steady and reliable. Something he can absolutely hold onto. It'll have to be enough for now.