Title: Resonance
Fandom: CSI: NY
Rating: nothing now, will be M
Warnings: Uhm... porn?
Notes: scarletts_awry is having a Yay!Porn!Weekend and this is my submission. This takes place in Power Generation-verse. Follows A City Alive. Post-"Care of this Post".


Even before Flack's eyes were open, Danny was hanging around. A habit bred early, in those first three days when no-one knew how the surgery would hold, if the bomb blas had caused head trauma or if the suppressant dosage was calculated properly. Flack was a big boy, but it was all long bones and muscle, and as always, his effects even while unconscious were difficult to predict.

So no-one was really all that sure when he'd wake up, but that didn't stop Danny from stopping by. At first it was voluntary; he was worrying along with the rest of them, with Mac and Stella and Lindsay, and what better way to worry than to share the pain? But after a while, he found himself tracking back to the hospital when he got off work, following his tired feet up to the quiet grey-and-white floor where Flack's room was.

The nurses recognized him after the fourth day, when he snuck in, small and somewhat ashamed, with a colour postcard he wasn't entirely sure was supposed to be in the ICU. When they cleared it, he taped it to the wall under Flack's window so he'd see it when he woke up.

Whenever that was.

And after that, Danny was hooked. Even after double shifts and irrational overtime, he returned to the hospital to keep watch for a few hours before he headed home. He wasn't even sure it was doing any good. Until Flack opened his eyes.

It would be touching to say that he woke up when Danny was there, sitting twitchy and concerned at his bedside, but it was 2:37 pm on a Tuesday, and Danny was working half a city away. But Flack blurred into consciousness seeing the little tokens all around him, and he knew that Danny had been there.

**

"What gave it away?" Danny asked, trying to see cocky and unconcerned, though at the heart he was on edge. Flack gave a weak smile and tilted his head at the tiny grafted cactus sitting in a paper cup on the windowsill.

"Mac's not the kinda guy who'd bring a plant," he said, "Could only be one person."

Danny shrugged and dug his hands in his pockets. It seemed the easiest thing to do with them, since he didn't know where else to put them. "Well, it was at this Chinese florists and they said it'd be good luck."

"Think you mean a money plant," Flack said softly. His energy was low, but having Danny there somehow made his conscious moments that much sweeter. "But I 'preciate the guesture."

Danny grinned, and the admission made him glow inside for a whole day.

**

Flack knew it was time for his medication when he started to go fuzzy around the edges. The MRI machine was in the basement, eleven stories beneath him, but when 2:00 rolled around he started to feel the deep, magnetic bass pull at his navel. In the early days, before his cycle of drugs and pain allowed his to surface, it was all he had to go by. When he felt that heavy pull he knew he was still alive.

The nurse came in at four o'clock precisely, her needle and bottle on a little plastic tray. The hospital was observing the 'no metals' policy, and the daily dose was given by syringe into an IV port in the back of his hand. After the injection, he would count the seconds as the heavy MRI faded away, and when it was gone the only thing he could rely on was Danny, arriving stale and tired from work.

**



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