AN: So, I was seduced into the world of Danny&Martin. God, Danny's pretty. I am so in love with him.

He's lying on the bed, sprawled out and snoring and if it was possible, looking more distressed than he had been when he was awake.

This was not what Martin had in mind when he told Danny to get some rest. Because he meant rest, damnit, not suffer through nightmarish dreams where everyone dies and he just knows that Danny's dreams end worse than the day did.

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When he was a baby he had a bear he would carry around everywhere. His name was Mr. Fuzzy, and Mr. Fuzzy protected him until he was four years old. He gave him away then, to a little girl named Maria, because she needed more protection than he did.

Secretly, Martin reminds him of Mr. Fuzzy. Strong and reliable … and Danny is afraid that he'll have to let him go someday, too.

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The sound of Danny's breathing doesn't change as Martin kicks his shoes off and loosens his tie, steady and deep, in out in out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

He'll listen to Danny breathe all night.

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There is a yellow crayon on the floor, and that's all Danny can think about. There is a yellow crayon on the floor, and he is coloring and he needs yellow for the sun.

The sun isn't anything but yellow.

Next to the yellow crayon is a bottle and when he crawls over to get it, the bottle somehow jumps from the ground to his Papi's hand to the bottom of his stomach.

There is blood and when he sees it cover his hands, he falls to the ground but doesn't make a sound.

He is five years old and scared.

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Martin's yanks his undershirt over his head, drops it on the floor next to his crumpled slacks and looks towards the bed, where Danny is shifting onto his side. He stays still for several minutes, waiting, because Danny is a light sleeper and he doesn't want to wake him.

When there is no more movement he lifts the covers up gingerly and slides in, wrapping an arm around Danny's smooth stomach when he's up against him as closely as he can be.

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He wants to go visit his Tia. His parents are going somewhere – he doesn't know where and doesn't care – but he does not want to go with and he wants to go visit his Tia.

He's eleven and demanding. I want I want I want.

Halfway through the yelling there's a blinding pain and he doesn't remember anything but black.

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His eyes are closed and for a long time he tries to feel nothing but the rise and fall of Danny's chest against his body, in out in out. It's nice, having Danny like this, sleeping, because he's usually the one who sleeps deeply.

But of all the times for Danny to sleep, he doesn't understand why now. Because if he looks close enough he can still see smudged blood on his cheek where she held on to him and he knows Danny hasn't forgotten about that.

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Trees fall away into cities and building become clouds and he's floating, flying.

He doesn't like flying. He has legs. He likes them.

Falling, falling, falling.

Clouds and buildings and pavement and he's standing next to a hot dog vendor and he looks around, confused.

Jack was supposed to be there five minutes ago.

Jack is never late.

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Danny's eyes flutter open for half a second before he draws in a deep, shaky breath and presses back into Martin, and Martin draws his arms a little bit tighter and whispers nonsensically into Danny's ear even though he can't hear him.

Yours.

Always.

Here.

Love.

Forever.

He's glad they have the next two days off. Danny was too attached to this case. He needs the time.

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Jack is late.

Her name is Brittanie and she's been missing for twenty nine hours and eight minutes. She was last seen leaving her History of Film class at NYU. Her best friend heard from her last, and tells Danny that she had planned on driving to New Jersey to visit her parents.

Danny needs to find her, but Jack said to wait for him but if he waits then who really knows what will happen?

He takes three steps away from vendor, looks back, and keeps walking.

If he gets lost, Martin will find him.

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He closes his eyes and tries not to think of the day's events, tries not to think how Danny almost died but fails miserably. He can still feel the oppressive heat from the fire against his skin; still feel the horror running through him when Danny runs in the burning building, still hear Jack's screams mixed with his own and the high-pitched shriek of a girl screaming for help.

His hand grips Danny's hip and he reminds himself again that Danny is okay.

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He is standing in the middle of a smoke filled diner, looking around at something he has seen before. There is a waitress in the corner so he holds up the worn picture in his hands and asks the same questions he always must ask.

Perdone¿ha visto a esta chica?

Ha estado desayunando aquí. Con un hombre.

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Danny groans in his sleep, and short of wake him, Martin can do nothing but hold him, watch him.

In.

Out.

Maybe two days isn't enough.

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He passes houses and offices so fast they blur in his vision and he's spinning, falling and he closes his eyes to stop the dizziness.

He's walking into fire. Behind him he can hear Sam and Jack and Martin, he can hear Martin. He holds on to Martin's voice in his mind and starts running, running because the heat is getting stronger and she can't survive in there.

The smoke is thick so he pulls his shirt over his mouth and breathes through it, stumbling towards the sound of a girl who is dying.

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In.

Out.

Martin presses a hand against Danny's chest, right above his heart, and kisses the back of his neck gently when Danny's hands grab the sheets and twist them around.

He'll be okay, Martin lies. He'll be okay.

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They're lying on the floor, somehow tangled and he's trying to get her out, out, to her parents and friends and everything she has ahead of her.

He doesn't remember where the door is.

The smoke is pressing in on him and he thinks that he's been living on borrowed time anyway, and at least God gave him Martin.

Martin.

He knew he'd have to give him up, somehow.

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In.

In.

In.

He rubs one of his hands on Danny's back in what he hopes is a soothing touch, and thinks over and over, you're okay. You're okay.

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Trees and rivers and buildings and he opens his eyes to see their apartment. Martin is lying on the bed, one hand clutching Danny's pillow to his chest.

Martin is lying on the bed wearing a suit and one of Danny's ties.

There are cards and flowers scattered around the apartment and he bends close to the announcement that's on the night table and jerks back as soon as he sees the writing.

In Memoriam:
Danny Taylor

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Danny sits straight up, blinking, and Martin pulls him back down, wrapping his arms around Danny's shaking body.

"Hey," Danny says, his voice quiet and raw.

"Hey," Martin replies, "you alright?"

"Yeah," Danny says, and he lays his head on Martin's chest. "Yeah."

"It was just a dream," Martin tells him, rubbing his hands up and down Danny's back.

"Yeah," Danny says again, nodding a little. "I know."

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She is pressed up against his body, her arms wrapped around him, and it's taking him forever to get to the door. They stumble out into the fading sunlight and he falls, they both hit the ground and Martin's pulling him up a few seconds later.

"I've got you," he says. "You're okay."