![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardSo, a random ficlet I wrote last night, set in the Snafu-NYM-verse, Danny/Flack...it probably takes place sometime during New York Minute, or maybe early Omerta. I suppose I'll either take out the Danny/Flack and stick it in, or rewrite it slightly to fit the tone of the story whenever we get to a part where it seems to fit. Or just rewrite the scene. Or, y'know, whatever.
The tattoo, he knows. He’s seen it before.
The story, he doesn’t.
Danny croaks it out with shaking voice, hands moving sluggishly as if through molasses, and Flack stares at him with wide startled eyes. Danny’s voice breaks when he tells about Andrew O’Malley and he ducks his head in shame.
Flack brushes fingers and lips over his face, mouthing silently, it’s okay. It’s gone. It’s past. It can’t hurt us. You.
Absently, Danny runs his hand down Flack’s side, meeting the edge of his shirt. He hesitates a little before slipping his hand up underneath, and Jesus Christ, his hands are freezing against Flack’s ember-hot skin. "Tell me," Flack says, silent order, and Danny whispers his secrets into the curve of Flack’s neck, too embarrassed to meet his face.
"I let a cop-killer go free. I’m sorry. My fault."
"Not your fault," Flack tells him. "Never your fault. Dumb jury’s fault, for believing a mob lawyer over a cop’s son."
And that stops Danny dead, because Flack doesn’t know. Doesn’t know the rest of the story.
"Constantine," he says, and his voice cracks again. He tries once more. "Constantine."
"What?"
"My blood," Danny says. "Who I am. Really. Not my name, but my blood."
"I don’t get it."
"Val Constantine’s my uncle."
And then Flack gets it, because there can’t be a cop in this city who doesn’t know of Val Constantine, who’s never been arrested but keeps skirting the boundries. The blue line speaks of him almost with respect, for keeping the peace in his lawless way, for the corridors they can’t patrol and Constantine and his men can. They don’t talk about it where the reporters can hear, but Constantine’s responsible for the silent grumbling of the Five Families. The Sixth Family, but more powerful than all the rest put together. Silent, and who knows what blood might be running in the street if not for Val Constantine and his men.
"Danny –"
"I’m half a wiseguy, Flack. Half a wiseguy, and half a cop. What does that make me?"
"It makes you Danny. Interesting, y’know? Not boring, like me. All blue blood and no brains."
"Half my blood’s blue."
Flack punches his shoulder lightly and bends his head to kiss him softy on the mouth. "See? Interesting. Gives us a couple points of view to look at cases from. Good to have more than one. I mean, we got frickin’ insane, old blue blood, somewhat sane, female, which is, like, another kind of crazy, and you. Keeps things equal, y’know?"
"Which one’s female and which one’s somewhat sane?" Danny asks with genuine interest, wondering what Stella and Aiden would make of this distinction.
Flack shrugs. "Dunno. You’re the CSI, you figure it out."
Also, listen to me ramble about Snafu, New York Minute, Omerta, and where they fall in the CSI: NY verse.
Timeline-wise: Please assume the Snafu trilogy takes place after Season One of CSI: NY. I'm not going to rewrite it after Season Two and new canon come out. That's a wee bit too much work for me. DO expect revisions to be made after Season One finishes. I'll start rewriting Snafu so it has, y'know, a plot after I finish New York Minute. Omerta will probably be written either simultaneously with or after Snafu 2.0.
Omerta, for those interested, is the Mafia code of honor. Don't talk. As you may have guessed (and I have said), Omerta deals with Danny's Mafia connections. In other words: lots of Val Constantine, Joey Sforza, Carmine d'Alessandro, and Ace Aciello. Also expect: Danny, Flack, Mac, Stella, and Aiden, although that's, like, a given.
Why am I bothering talking about this? I'm bored, and rambling helps me figure stuff out. Expect anything I talk about in this post to change at any given point in the future, due to new canon or the machinations of my own crazy teenage mind.
Are we expected to meet any of Danny's brothers, and/or other family beyond Val? Mmmm...not in the projected universe, no. I may write a vignette where Eddie Jr. (Danny's oldest brother) comes to talk to Mac, but it's not really expected.
What about everyone else's family? Sorta, maybe, toying with the idea of Mac having to deal with his family. I have a title for a Flack-centered (in the sense that the Snafu trilogy is Danny-centered) fic called Blue Blood, but no particular plot. I'd like to deal with the women. I am, at this point in time, refusing to look farther ahead than Omerta.
*sigh* You know, I really meant to write the trilogy as Danny/Flack, but it doesn't look like that's gonna happen. However, when I dream, I dream Mac/Stella, which keeps seeming more and more plausible in the Snafu-verse.
And...yeah, there wasn't really a point to that. Just getting what's on my mind, out.
Awwww. Mac lurves Stella. See? He knows exactly how long she's been unconscious. (Thirty-six hours and nine minutes.) And tells her so, when she asks.
The tattoo, he knows. He’s seen it before.
The story, he doesn’t.
Danny croaks it out with shaking voice, hands moving sluggishly as if through molasses, and Flack stares at him with wide startled eyes. Danny’s voice breaks when he tells about Andrew O’Malley and he ducks his head in shame.
Flack brushes fingers and lips over his face, mouthing silently, it’s okay. It’s gone. It’s past. It can’t hurt us. You.
Absently, Danny runs his hand down Flack’s side, meeting the edge of his shirt. He hesitates a little before slipping his hand up underneath, and Jesus Christ, his hands are freezing against Flack’s ember-hot skin. "Tell me," Flack says, silent order, and Danny whispers his secrets into the curve of Flack’s neck, too embarrassed to meet his face.
"I let a cop-killer go free. I’m sorry. My fault."
"Not your fault," Flack tells him. "Never your fault. Dumb jury’s fault, for believing a mob lawyer over a cop’s son."
And that stops Danny dead, because Flack doesn’t know. Doesn’t know the rest of the story.
"Constantine," he says, and his voice cracks again. He tries once more. "Constantine."
"What?"
"My blood," Danny says. "Who I am. Really. Not my name, but my blood."
"I don’t get it."
"Val Constantine’s my uncle."
And then Flack gets it, because there can’t be a cop in this city who doesn’t know of Val Constantine, who’s never been arrested but keeps skirting the boundries. The blue line speaks of him almost with respect, for keeping the peace in his lawless way, for the corridors they can’t patrol and Constantine and his men can. They don’t talk about it where the reporters can hear, but Constantine’s responsible for the silent grumbling of the Five Families. The Sixth Family, but more powerful than all the rest put together. Silent, and who knows what blood might be running in the street if not for Val Constantine and his men.
"Danny –"
"I’m half a wiseguy, Flack. Half a wiseguy, and half a cop. What does that make me?"
"It makes you Danny. Interesting, y’know? Not boring, like me. All blue blood and no brains."
"Half my blood’s blue."
Flack punches his shoulder lightly and bends his head to kiss him softy on the mouth. "See? Interesting. Gives us a couple points of view to look at cases from. Good to have more than one. I mean, we got frickin’ insane, old blue blood, somewhat sane, female, which is, like, another kind of crazy, and you. Keeps things equal, y’know?"
"Which one’s female and which one’s somewhat sane?" Danny asks with genuine interest, wondering what Stella and Aiden would make of this distinction.
Flack shrugs. "Dunno. You’re the CSI, you figure it out."
Also, listen to me ramble about Snafu, New York Minute, Omerta, and where they fall in the CSI: NY verse.
Timeline-wise: Please assume the Snafu trilogy takes place after Season One of CSI: NY. I'm not going to rewrite it after Season Two and new canon come out. That's a wee bit too much work for me. DO expect revisions to be made after Season One finishes. I'll start rewriting Snafu so it has, y'know, a plot after I finish New York Minute. Omerta will probably be written either simultaneously with or after Snafu 2.0.
Omerta, for those interested, is the Mafia code of honor. Don't talk. As you may have guessed (and I have said), Omerta deals with Danny's Mafia connections. In other words: lots of Val Constantine, Joey Sforza, Carmine d'Alessandro, and Ace Aciello. Also expect: Danny, Flack, Mac, Stella, and Aiden, although that's, like, a given.
Why am I bothering talking about this? I'm bored, and rambling helps me figure stuff out. Expect anything I talk about in this post to change at any given point in the future, due to new canon or the machinations of my own crazy teenage mind.
Are we expected to meet any of Danny's brothers, and/or other family beyond Val? Mmmm...not in the projected universe, no. I may write a vignette where Eddie Jr. (Danny's oldest brother) comes to talk to Mac, but it's not really expected.
What about everyone else's family? Sorta, maybe, toying with the idea of Mac having to deal with his family. I have a title for a Flack-centered (in the sense that the Snafu trilogy is Danny-centered) fic called Blue Blood, but no particular plot. I'd like to deal with the women. I am, at this point in time, refusing to look farther ahead than Omerta.
*sigh* You know, I really meant to write the trilogy as Danny/Flack, but it doesn't look like that's gonna happen. However, when I dream, I dream Mac/Stella, which keeps seeming more and more plausible in the Snafu-verse.
And...yeah, there wasn't really a point to that. Just getting what's on my mind, out.
Awwww. Mac lurves Stella. See? He knows exactly how long she's been unconscious. (Thirty-six hours and nine minutes.) And tells her so, when she asks.