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kinkapoodles) wrote2007-06-13 04:20 am
kinkapoodles) wrote2007-06-13 04:20 am
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The Box - Danny/Flack Drabble - Revised and Reposted
Title: The Box
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Danny and Don
Warnings: None, pure fluff and slash
Summary: Poor Flack has troubled with the simple tasks and Danny's always there to help him out.
Author's Note: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny and Flack because if I did, they'd never leave their apartment.
The Box
Don couldn't get in the door to their apartment fast enough. The coffee maker broke down the day before and not having his morning coffee makes for a very grumpy Don.
The fact that Danny got called out a 3am didn't help either. He also didn't get his morning dose of Danny.
Now that he had his coffemaker, he was getting in a good mood. The fact that Danny would be home soon also put him in even a better mood.
Now that the coffee pot was brewing coffee, Don decided to go ahead and take the box down the end of the hallway to the garbage chute. Of course he didn't think it would end up a major event.
Don opened the door to the chute and put the box in. Well, he tried to but he couldn't get it to fit. Dammit to hell he thought as he stuff the box in the chute.
Of course, it got stuck. Not a surprise there. Flack was convinced the garbage chute hated him. He peeked his head in to see where the box was stuck and "WTF", Don yelled as a bag of garbage hit him on the head.
He was still cussing and looking in the garbage chute when Danny came up behind him. "Whatchya doing Donnie?" Danny asked with an amused look on his face.
"Got this damn box stuck in the chute and this bag of garbage fell on my head."
It was all Danny could do not to burst out laughing. Walking over to the garbage chute he pulled out the bag and set it on the floor. Then he peered in and grabbed the box that Don had wedged in there. Danny turned it around, let go, and it hit the bottom with a thud. Then he threw the bag in.
Don just stared at Danny and then said, "That thing hates me".
"No, it doesn't hate you Don. Ya just gotta have the right touch."
hmmm....Don raised an eyebrow.
"Danny, I do have the right touch, don't I?"
"Well, Donnie, maybe we should go back inside and you can show me."
They couldn't get back to the apartment fast enough.
The End
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Danny and Don
Warnings: None, pure fluff and slash
Summary: Poor Flack has troubled with the simple tasks and Danny's always there to help him out.
Author's Note: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny and Flack because if I did, they'd never leave their apartment.
The Box
Don couldn't get in the door to their apartment fast enough. The coffee maker broke down the day before and not having his morning coffee makes for a very grumpy Don.
The fact that Danny got called out a 3am didn't help either. He also didn't get his morning dose of Danny.
Now that he had his coffemaker, he was getting in a good mood. The fact that Danny would be home soon also put him in even a better mood.
Now that the coffee pot was brewing coffee, Don decided to go ahead and take the box down the end of the hallway to the garbage chute. Of course he didn't think it would end up a major event.
Don opened the door to the chute and put the box in. Well, he tried to but he couldn't get it to fit. Dammit to hell he thought as he stuff the box in the chute.
Of course, it got stuck. Not a surprise there. Flack was convinced the garbage chute hated him. He peeked his head in to see where the box was stuck and "WTF", Don yelled as a bag of garbage hit him on the head.
He was still cussing and looking in the garbage chute when Danny came up behind him. "Whatchya doing Donnie?" Danny asked with an amused look on his face.
"Got this damn box stuck in the chute and this bag of garbage fell on my head."
It was all Danny could do not to burst out laughing. Walking over to the garbage chute he pulled out the bag and set it on the floor. Then he peered in and grabbed the box that Don had wedged in there. Danny turned it around, let go, and it hit the bottom with a thud. Then he threw the bag in.
Don just stared at Danny and then said, "That thing hates me".
"No, it doesn't hate you Don. Ya just gotta have the right touch."
hmmm....Don raised an eyebrow.
"Danny, I do have the right touch, don't I?"
"Well, Donnie, maybe we should go back inside and you can show me."
They couldn't get back to the apartment fast enough.
The End