Disclaimer: I don't own Lt. Dan. (Although I do love him lots.) I only own the OC. Sorry this is so short, it could be WAY better, and who knows, maybe I will make it better another day.


Empty bottles lay strewn around his apartment. He searched the kitchen, the living room, and now he was searching his bedroom. Only the empty bottles greeted him. He wasn't looking for empty bottles though, he was looking for a full bottle. Or at least a half-empty one.

"Dammit!" he yelled as he threw the empty bottle against the wall.

He went back into the living room and double checked the drawers. Still no luck. After slamming shut of the end table drawers he glanced at the clock. 10 o'clock. The liquor store was closed for the night and the bar was closed for the night due to a private party.

"Well that's just great!" he put himself in front of the TV. "Happy Thanksgiving to me." he added bitterly. He sighed and slumped down in his wheelchair.

When he heard a light knock on the door he angrily called, "What?"

"Are you okay?" came the voice of his neighbor. She had helped him a few times before and he now felt bad about yelling at her. He just hadn't expected it to be her.

"Dan?" she asked when he didn't answer.

"You can come in." he said as he sat up.

"Are you okay? I heard a lot of banging and it sounded like glass breaking. I thought you might be hurt or something…" she trailed off.

"Nah, just lookin' for some booze." he said.

"Did you find any?" she asked.

"Of course not." he said with a hint of anger in his voice.

"Well…I'm not a big drinker, but I have some wine, if you would like to come over I'd be glad to share some." she said.

"No, I don't want to interrupt your Thanksgiving dinner any more than I probably already have." he said.

"I'm not having one, but if you're hungry I could make a little something real quick." she said.

"I couldn't…" he said.

"No, I insist. I mean, what's Thanksgiving without a dinner?" she insisted.

"Well…alright." he agreed.

He went over to her apartment and the two of them had a small dinner. It may not have been a huge turkey with the boat load of extra food, but it was a dinner nonetheless.

"You know, Dan, " she said after taking another sip of her wine, "I really like you."

Dan looked up from his plate and stared at her in disbelief. "Are you serious?" he asked. "Me?!"

"Yeah." she blushed.

He smiled, "Good. Because I really like you too."

She smiled back and then for once Dan was happier than he had been in a long time.

Next thing he knew he was slumped in his wheelchair in front of his TV. He looked around and took a minute to figure out where he was. He glanced at the clock; Midnight. He then became depressed when he realized that it was only a dream. There was never any knock on his door, or any dinner with the girl next door. It was just him, alone in his living room and surrounded by empty bottles.