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08 November 2010 @ 05:18 pm
A belated pumpkin  
I just discovered this lovely community and am quite happy about it.  I know this is late and I'm not worried about time, heck, I'll be thrilled if I get any responses at all. 

Favorite Characters
: CJ is my number one but I also love Danny, Jed, Abbey, Leo, Josh, Toby, Sam, Donna, Annabeth, Charlie, Mrs. Landingham, and Gail
'Ships that sail for you: CJ/Danny! I'm a bit obsessed with them and feel like they are underrepresented.  Abbey/Jed are cute too.
Friendships and platonic relationships:  CJ/Carol, CJ/Josh especially when she wants to kill him, CJ/Abbey, Jed/Leo,  Josh/Toby/Sam (any combo)
Tell us, what stories are you just dying to read? (including ratings you're okay with)?  I'd love any CJ/Danny.  They are my favorite WW fandom.  I'd particularly like any in canon or right after,  not to far in the future though.  I'd really love any dealing with the night CJ went to Danny's after Leo died and they finally did something other than talk.  Gail mentions are nice too.  I like romance, and humor is good too. When I say romance I am not referring to trashy romance style stuff.  I go for more of the romantic comedy sort of romance.  I'm pretty much open to any ratings.
Anything to avoid (e.g. I hate AUs, I'm not much into slash)? I'm not a big fan of AU's or slash.  No death please, it just makes me too sad.  Other than that I'm happy to read anything you give me. 
(Anonymous) on November 14th, 2010 05:14 am (UTC)
On the Rough Open Sea - CJ & Danny; PG ("Commencement" missing scene)
In the quiet, deserted press room, Danny tapped his pen on his notepad and eyed CJ. She sat beside him, her phone to her ear. For the last half-minute, no muscle in her body had moved. Flinched. Twitched. Not that he could see, anyway. The phone call equivalent, Danny mused, of a Medusa encounter.

Medusa. Madras. He hadn’t forgotten.

CJ hadn’t spoken since she’d answered her phone. “Yeah?” she’d said, her voice loaded with frustration. If he hadn’t heard the muffled voice at the other end of the line, he may have wondered if she’d faked the call to avoid his questions. Of course, he already knew the answer to one: “Does the President or his national security advisers fear attempts of retribution?”


He scribbled the word beside his last written question before he snapped his eyes to her--blank, motionless--face. “CJ--”

Her hand jerked into the space between them, her stiff index finger pointed toward the ceiling--a silent demand to shut up; shut up now.

His jaw tightened as he pushed an exhale through his nose. He scratched his pen across the top of his pad. Before his pen had traversed the entire page, CJ bolted from her chair--a wild commotion--and threw herself toward the corner door.

Danny leaped from his seat. “CJ!”

With her phone still pressed to her ear, she reached for the door.

“CJ, come on. CJ!

She spun with a speed and force that nearly made him dizzy. “Yeah?” She hurled the word at him. Her hand closed her phone and shoved it inside her pocket. Her eyes found his for the first time since she opened her phone.

He blinked at her. “What’s goin’ on?”

Her focus flew around the room as she curled her hand around the doorknob with a bloodless grip. “Danny, I--I can’t. I can’t.”

Danny’s heart hammered--fast and sudden--when she spoke, a waver in her voice.

She pushed a hand into her hair. “I have to--uh, it’s Zoey. Something’s happened. Something just happened.”

He nodded. “Okay. It’s okay.”

“Danny, you can’t--don’t tell any--”

“I won’t.” He closed his notepad, sliding his pen inside the wire, and stowed them both in his pocket. “I won’t.”

“I have to do a briefing. I have to get ready.”

“Okay.” He tilted his head and tried to follow the path of her wide eyes. He wished she’d look at him.

“An emergency briefing.”

He stepped closer, within inches. “CJ.”

“Yeah?” she asked, her eyes shut tightly. Her fist pressed against her forehead.

“Look at me.” He waited until she met his eyes. Danny counted to three. “Take a couple more seconds,” he said. “Get yourself together.” He reached for her hand and squeezed. "It's okay."

“She graduated today,” she whispered.

“I know,” he said, softer.



"I'm sorry, but you know that this--our talk? What we were--” She released his hand and drew a deep breath. “What we were just talking about? It’ll have to wait.”

He nodded. “I know.”

“I have to go,” she said, twisting the doorknob.

“I know. Go,” he whispered and stood, an anchor without a ship, as she turned and disappeared around the corner.
ktmarie33 on November 14th, 2010 05:47 am (UTC)
Re: On the Rough Open Sea - CJ & Danny; PG ("Commencement" missing scene)
Great story! It definitely helps flesh out Danny's return in the 4th season. I was so happy someone replied, it totally made my day. I never expected a story this soon. Also glad to see someone else out there appreciates the CJ/Danny dynamic.
shutterbug_12: TWW: CJ Turkeysshutterbug_12 on November 29th, 2010 05:26 am (UTC)
Re: On the Rough Open Sea - CJ & Danny; PG ("Commencement" missing scene)
I just wanted to say you're welcome. =) I'm really glad you enjoyed it. It's been a while since I delved into CJ and Danny, and it was nice to visit them again. I certainly appreciate their dynamic. =)
(Anonymous) on November 28th, 2010 11:45 pm (UTC)
The knock at the door scares the crap out of him, because normal people don't make the whole wall vibrate. Danny tries to style it out, holding some papers over the bourbon he just spilled in his lap, and he thinks he looks pretty calm by the time he opens the door to Mr. Black-Suit-and-Earpiece.

It should be obvious even before she steps into view, out in his dingy hallway that the Super never buys brighter bulbs for. It's obvious as soon as she waves the agents away, stepping into his apartment with the weight of the world sitting uneasily on those graceful shoulders. Her makeup is a memory now, and the lamp light he's been reading by catches the tracks of freshly cried tears in a way that makes him want to reach across the soft space and gently wipe them away.

She lets him, which is a first. Then she kisses him, which is by no means a first, but still manages to feel like one. She shrugs out of her coat, and it pools around her ankles like a discarded shroud. The image takes a second to shake, but he covers by pouring her a drink.

"I'm so sorry, C.J."

The condolences go unacknowledged, and Danny knows that the words have probably lost meaning already. From the calls and meetings and diplomatic cables flying back and forth all day, the world and his wife have been sorry for C.J., for the President, for Mallory, for the country.

He knows how it works, and he's filed the obituary that will run in the morning. Used to be a job he couldn't wait to get out of, writing the obits. Today's was a labor of love, a badge of honor that he'll never add to his portfolio, but one that he'll never forget a single comma of.

The drinks don't last long, and he knew from the first glance in his direction that small talk wouldn't be an option. There's nothing small to discuss tonight, only the impossibly, unbearably big things that threaten to crush them all. He'll save her from that if he can, even if it's only temporary respite.

He offers his hand, and it's as courteous as he can make it. They both know that she can turn around and leave, zoom back across town in the black car with the silent agents, but that won't be living and that's all they still know how to do.

He offers his bed, and she accepts. They spill too many years and regrets and missed chances all over the sheets, but it's beautiful, powerful and perfect. Like good choreography, ever move feels spontaneous but looks intentional, and it takes a long time to tire of the feel of each other.

Morning rolls around too soon, with its appointments, arrangements and other places to be. She kisses him goodbye with distraction already in her eyes, but the silent promise is made not to leave it at this. They're so close to something amazing, after giving it up for everything else they couldn't bear to miss.

They won't miss this, because time is too precious and they finally have their chance. If legacies matter, then this will be theirs.
Lola: l.linns big grin greendamelola on November 30th, 2010 03:45 am (UTC)
This was me! Hope you like it :)
(Anonymous) on November 30th, 2010 03:55 am (UTC)
It's great! Thank you so much! It was perfect and perfectly describes how I picture that moment.