PSL: Sentinel AU

[dann_0]

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.

Comments

Danny Call to Eliot

[a_very_distinctive]

"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."

Re: Danny Call to Eliot

[dann_0]

"Yeah I'll know tomorrow, I think I'll have either the Friday or Monday off so I'll let you know when as soon as I know." He smiles. "I think he is coming back in a minute, or if he doesn't I should go check on him. He was a little off balance. Take care and I'll talk to you tomorrow, alright babe?"

Re: Danny Call to Eliot

[a_very_distinctive]

"You got it, sweetheart. An' do me a favor an' don't go runnin' into anything without backup again, huh?"

Re: Danny Call to Eliot

[dann_0]

"I won't, though it seems like a way to get handsome guys to come rescue me." He chuckles. "Take care, Eliot."

Danny Call to Eliot

[a_very_distinctive]

"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?"

Re: Danny Call to Eliot

[dann_0]

He grins and nods. "I will. Goodnight babe." He hangs up and smiles fondly at the phone.

Re: Danny Call to Eliot

[a_very_distinctive]

"'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.