#I was going to full blown buy a DVD set but they had it nowhere else but YT and Crackle

[mrdrhenwardhykle]

AAAAAAAA

They got s3 of that silly goofy Matt Frewer show finally on You Tube LET'S GOOOOOO

[satans-helper]

One Thing

Pairing: Danny Wagner x (F) Reader

Word Count: 2570

Warnings: none; pure fluff

Written for @saywecanart <3 

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You walked out of your doctor’s office with a prescription for ibuprofen and an even worse headache than when you had checked in with the receptionist. The slip of paper in your hand felt like a slap in the face--your doctor clearly hadn’t heard you when you told him about already taking ibuprofen and constantly pressing heating pads to your abdomen, trying to do yoga despite the pain radiating down your legs, and doubling over when the really bad cramps hit out of nowhere.

In your car you crumpled the paper and shoved it into the glove department, trying to ignore the sensation of a massive needle driving into your pelvis, and turned up the radio in an effort to distract you from the pain. You had to go back to campus--two more classes left in the day--and you felt awful. You grabbed your own bottle of ibuprofen from your bag and popped two of them. You didn’t want to over-do it but your whole body was aching incessantly.

Walking from your car to the atrium of the school was a little bit of relief for your body, although cramps were still radiating dully in your abdomen and your knees were aching, spurred by the cold air of November. You just wanted to get through the semester. 

No--you just wanted to get through the day.

Danny was already waiting for you at a small table by the cafe, tucked back near the hall leading to the technology department, with two coffees in front of him. You smiled when you saw him and after a moment he caught your glance, smiling back at you, and gestured to the empty chair in front of him.

“I put some milk in it,” he told you, sliding the coffee across the table as you sat down. “I forgot if you took it with anything else.”

“You got it right,” you assured him. “Thank you so much. I’ll get you back.”

“Don’t worry about it. How was your appointment?” 

You sighed. “A waste of time. I should’ve saved myself the gas--he just wrote me a prescription for ibuprofen.” You unzipped your bag and fumbled around, retrieving the bottle and placing it on the table. “As if I don’t already pop enough of those.”

Danny laughed a little. He didn’t mind talking about this stuff with you, in fact he asked you about how you were doing all the time. You two had been close for years but when things started to get really rough for you, he was the first one to ask what you needed.

“Did he say what might be wrong?” he asked.

“No, he really didn’t know,” you said cautiously. “Not that he was super thorough. I have to go see my gynecologist next week.” 

You were pretty sure you knew what was wrong. As all the symptoms had progressed, you had researched more and more and all of it had repeatedly led you to the same answer: endometriosis, something you’d never even heard of until your symptoms screamed at you to find an answer. Even your gynecologist had never brought it up before, not even with your lamenting about all the pain radiating through your body and the horrible periods, each month somehow worse than the last. 

When you read the sentence “endometriosis often gets steadily worse” you had wanted to collapse onto the floor and give up entirely. So what was the point of all the doctor’s visits anyway, if it would only become more awful? What could anyone do?

Still, you knew you had to find something, anything, to make it better. 

Danny looked at you sympathetically. “Cramps?”

“And that’s just the beginning,” you replied, managing a laugh. “But it’s okay--one day at a time, right?” Sitting down had exacerbated your abdominal pain and you shifted in the chair, trying to keep your knees from aching too much, the pain in your lower back getting worse too.

“At least you have Dr. Bisson to distract you,” Danny joked. “I’m sure her hijinks will make you forget all about it.”

You laughed again. “Oh, definitely. But how are you? Did you finish that music theory paper?”

“Yeah, finally. I was searching through the library database forever,” Danny told you. 

“When will universities learn that Wikipedia is a reputable source?” 

He chuckled. “Seriously.” He looked at his phone. “We should probably go. Did you still wanna see a movie later?”

“Yeah, definitely.” You stood up and Danny followed, giving you a quick hug. “I’ll see you later.”

Danny smiled. “Have fun with Dr. Bisson, honestly,” he said as he started to walk away, slowly turning away from you.

You thought the pain was bad before but, as soon as Danny was out of your sight, it seemed to get worse. You resisted the urge to double over in the middle of the atrium, but you did have to make a conscious effort to take deep breaths as you walked to class. You were so frustrated with everything--it had been months of doctors visits and going through bottles of over-the-counter pain relievers, herbal teas, oils, ice packs, heating pads and whatever other “solutions” Google gave you. You just wanted something. One thing to alleviate all the pain and anguish.

Your busy day had taken a toll on your already weak physical condition. You were home, lying on the couch with another heating pad on your abdomen, and a glass of mostly-untouched water on the table next to you. You wanted to go to the movies with Danny--even Sam said he would join--but you didn’t even feel able to get up and drive there, let alone sit in one of the seats, as comfortable as they were for other people. You knew you wouldn’t enjoy yourself. With an uncomfortable sigh, you unlocked your phone to text Danny:

I’m not feeling very well, I’m gonna have to pass on the movie.

Almost instantly he responded: What’s wrong? 

Same as earlier. Except worse lol.

I’m so sorry. I don’t wanna see the movie without you though--want me to come over?

You paused. Of course you wanted Danny to come over--he was the best friend someone could ever have. The fact that he even offered was enough to make you melt, especially in your vulnerable state. But you didn’t want to dampen his night. 

You should still go with Sam

Haha Sam bailed! 

You sighed again. You don’t have to. But that would be really nice.

I want to. I’ll be there soon okay, doll? 

You’re the best <3

When Danny got to you, he presented a full grocery bag, setting it down on the couch, him sitting on the far end next to it. You sat up and peeked inside. “What’d you bring?”

“Uh, well, a bunch of things,” he told you and pulled a DVD out of the bag. “The Breakfast Club. I didn’t buy it though, I’m borrowing it from my sister.”

You laughed a little. “Good choice.” 

He removed a bottle of magnesium supplements. “I read that this can help with pain. I don’t know if you’ve already tried it though.”

You were already blown away by the deep level of caring Danny had. He’d actually taken time to look up what might help you--more than even some of your doctors had done. “I haven’t.”

He handed you three different chocolate bars. “I know it’s not actual medicine. But chocolate can solve a lot, you know?”

“I think so,” you agreed, smiling. “You even got me dark chocolate.”

Danny smiled proudly. “I remembered.” 

You opened the bag more, peering into it, a seemingly endless plethora of gifts. “Danny, you got too much,” you said, pulling out a bottle of ginger ale and then a bottle of iced green tea. 

“Just enough, I think,” he replied, still looking very proud of himself. 

You leaned across the couch, the bag crinkling under you, and hugged him. “You’re seriously the best, Danny.” He wrapped his arms around you and his warmth and sturdiness felt so nice, so comforting, so much so that you struggled to make yourself pull back.

He got up and knelt in front of the TV, putting the DVD into the player. “Anything for you, doll. You’ve done plenty for me over the years.”

You smiled, then winced--a sharp, stabbing pain returning to your abdomen. You exhaled and leaned back into the cushions, pressing the heating pad over yourself again. You would much rather be out with Danny, having a good time like everyone else. You hated that he had to see you curled up and in pain, hated that he had to spend his evening with you in a state like that. 

As he sat back down you opened the bottle of ginger ale and the magnesium and swallowed one--you were still willing to give just about anything a shot.  Danny set the bag on the floor in front of the two of you and scooched in close, resting his arm around your shoulders. You immediately felt a little better and shifted so you were lying on your side with your head in his lap. He lowered his arm and smoothed your hair back from your face gently, his fingertips lightly grazing your temples and scalp. You loved the sensation. It was the first time you had felt relaxed at all in days and, for once, you felt like you could fall asleep right there in his lap. 

Another searing shot of hot pain, rushing from your abdomen into your hips, hit you. You groaned quietly and sat up, backing yourself into the cushions. You pressed the heating pad against you tighter and exhaled. 

“You okay, Y/N?” Danny asked, looking at you a little uneasily, one eyebrow slightly raised.

“I’m sorry. Sometimes it hits really hard and I just have to breathe through it. Like labor,” you said, laughing a little. What else could you do?

“I’m really sorry,” Danny said, and you could tell he meant it. You could see that he wished there was more he could do, although the care he was already giving you was a little overwhelming, mostly because you wished he didn’t have to care that much. You two had been through a lot together, but you still couldn’t imagine him hearing about your messed up uterus was at all entertaining. “Do you need something? Ice?”

The pain subsided a little, allowing you to relax back into the couch, curling back up and resting your head in his lap again. “I’m good. I’m going to break into that chocolate soon,” you told him. “When the cramps die down a bit more.”

Danny resumed stroking your hair. You still couldn’t concentrate on the movie much, as badly as you wanted to. The pain had dulled but it was still heavy in your abdomen and radiating down your legs, making everything feel sore; your lower back was aching so deeply it felt like a rake was being dragged down the muscle; not to mention all the bleeding. But that was a conversation you’d save Danny from. 

Another sharp wave of pain rippled through you and you groaned a little, turning your head and pressing your cheek against Danny’s knee. He slowed his fingers in your hair and then rested his hand on your shoulder. You thought that within the tense silence he would ask how you were again, but he didn’t--he gently rubbed your shoulder instead, running his palm down your shoulder blade and back up again, his fingers grazing your collarbone. 

You were grateful that he replaced the same futile question with his soothing touch. It really did help, although his kindness exacerbated your already heightened emotions. You felt yourself about to cry and the physical pain suddenly got worse, causing you to break down. 

You sniffled against his leg, trying not to let out all the tears, which made it worse. Trying to withhold your sobs only made the rising and falling of your chest more intense, and his hand paused on your shoulder blade. You just wanted the pain to stop. Even for an hour. You would gladly take an hour. It was just endless.

“I’m sorry, Danny,” you said unsteadily. You could tell he wasn’t sure what to say, and you couldn’t blame him. “This sucks. For both of us.”

He laughed quietly and you appreciated that he went along with the little bit of humor you could manage. “I feel really bad, Y/N,” he said. “I wish I could help.”

You sat up, wiping the leftover tears away with your sleeve. “You are helping. More than those doctors. More than anyone.”

He smiled a little. 

You exhaled, both from being exhausted by your tormented emotions and the cramps. “I’m pretty sure I know what it is. Endometriosis,” you said and, before Danny could ask, you continued. “Which is like, extra tissue growing outside the uterus. That’s the simplest way to put it.”

“It sounds rough already.”

You managed a laugh. “Yeah. Well, it gets worse--literally,” you said and, as you did, you felt yourself starting to tear up again. “It literally gets worse with time. I might not even be able to have kids.”

Danny’s face mellowed even more, his dark eyebrows relaxing and his eyes soft. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“I mean, I don’t even know if I want that, ever,” you went on, fighting back the tears. “But not even having the option?”

Danny nodded sympathetically. “Do you think your gynecologist will know more?”

“I don’t know. I hope so. She never mentioned it before but--I don’t see what else it could be. Other than cancer,” you added, laughing.

“Don’t say that,” Danny replied, though he laughed too.

“I’m kidding. I just need something to help,” you said with a sigh. “But this helps a lot. It really does.”

Danny enveloped you in his arms, holding you tight against his chest. “I’m glad. You know I’ll always be here.”

You sighed again, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and resting your head under his chin. “Thank you.” You wanted to stay in his arms forever, or at least until all the pain went away. Danny’s gentleness toward you was one of the best remedies, as was his strong, warm body against yours. You felt like everything would be okay.

He ran his fingers through your hair as his other hand rubbed your back. “You know I’m gonna ask again--do you need anything?”

You chuckled against his neck, the scent of his hair washing over you. “I’m okay,” you told him and, for the first time in a while, you felt like it was true. “Just as long as you join me in eating all of that chocolate.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

You broke your embrace and reached down into the bag to take out the chocolate bars. Danny settled back beside you; you leaned against him, retrieving the heating pad and laying it against your abdomen, then unwrapped the first bar to break it in half, handing one to him. He laid his arm over your shoulder and you melted back into him, resting your head against his chest. It was definitely everything that was helping--the little bit of caffeine in the chocolate; the heating pad; the ginger ale; maybe even the magnesium--but ultimately, Danny was the one thing that helped alleviate the pain.

[miracleceleste]

The Last Day

This is about my last day of work. At my last job. Not my last day ever....I’m not that close to retirement. :P

Well, this is the first job I’m leaving of my own accord. I had to stop being a barista because I was no longer a student at my college. And I got fired from my last job at the hotel because...well, if you were following me 3 years ago, it was absolutely horrible and I was going to walk out any minute then. But this job, I’m leaving because I made the decision to take the next step in my life.

And what is that step? I want to start working in an office environment. I want to start working with numbers and around computers. Computer Science (software programming) and Accounting are on the top of my life. So to start building my resume in that direction, I got my new job in Data Entry. But now we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Back to my last day at work.

I wasn’t anxious or sad Friday. I got a full night’s sleep and went into the day knowing it would be pretty simple. The menu was easy and I had my favorite student. I made sure to bring all the Goodbye cards I had written last night though I was concerned because I only wrote 5 or 6 of them. What if others got jealous I didn’t write them one? Well, maybe they should‘ve been a better/more important part of my life? I was working at the University as a Cook for 3 years (to give any new readers some context). 

Well, I came in and got straight to work. Same ol’ work day. About 90 minutes into the day, the second set of people came in and that’s when I decided to give Kendra her present. She’s the only one I got a present because...well I had got it for her for Christmas but since I won’t be at the job around the Christmas season, I figured I‘d give it to her today. It was a DVD holder that could hold 50 DVD’s and had a little selector and menu so you could pick and choose what you wanted to see. It was absolutely perfect for her as she has more than 300 DVD’s without cases. Her mind was blown as she was figuring out how to use it and she was ecstatic. She ran all around the kitchen telling all her friends and I was so joyful watching her eyes glow. I almost cried. I can’t think of another time or another present I’ve ever given someone that was just so perfect, and I don't think I can think of a future gift to top it. She’s at home now playing with it in front of her husband organizing her collection and planning to buy more to fit the rest.

30 minutes after that, in comes my favorite student. We had a grand ‘ol time just talking and catching up. Even though we see each other multiple times a week, we still had so much to talk about in between getting all the food ready. When it was time for her to leave, I almost cried again. Instead snuck over to the grill and made her one my bestest juiciest burgers, an ode to when we first met and I was the burger master. That hug was deep and long. She bought a cell phone that day just so we’d have a way to stay in touch. Just for me...

The rest of my day was pretty normal. A handful of people (customers) came in just to see me knowing it was my last day. I finally found a friend after 2-3 weeks of searching for her. We hugged goodbye and exchanged emails. I think we’ll get coffee this upcoming weekend. Another woman who’s name I don‘t exactly know, came multiple times just to say goodbye before she had to go teach a class. I was on break but someone came back to grab me so I could give her one last hug. She asked me if I like oranges, and she had gotten me an orange flavored pastry. Little does she know I get Orange White Mochas regularly. :) 

Fast forward to the last hour when everyone gathers to say goodbye. One of the managers give a final farewell speech. I accidentally interrupted and asked that my favorite manager give it instead. Whoops *innocent eye roll*. I definitely made a [funny] scene of it taking off my apron dramatically and throwing it across the room onto the floor. Everyone cheered :D

Finally I clocked out and hung out with another favorite student for a half hour just talking and catching up while she was serving. A little unorthodox but that’s my life is it not? I went up stairs to give one final goodbye to that same manager. Then I went to my locker to clean it out and came across a single scrap of paper. It said “Good Morning Jayde  --Friend”

So I went back to that “friend” who was still working. I stood in her doorway holding up her sign. And that’s when I started crying. It was...something about it. Ever since I told her I was leaving and going to Florida, she had jokingly been giving the cold shoulder. She would walk past me and ignore me all the time. And it had gotten worse over that last week. It reminded me of my friendship/love that painfully fell apart with Victoria. The one with no goodbye, no words, no reason. Just...fell apart. This friendship standing in front of me was so close to that. But there we stood, both exposed to the last moment. The last goodbye. Nothing to hide behind. Nowhere to run. But she spoke. We said goodbye. With real words. And a real hug. And I walked out renewed.

I don’t know what the future holds. I don‘t know what the next 6 months will be like. I know it will be rough. I mean, I won’t have money for the next month. And I have this very strong feeling that something is going to go awry that may push my agenda faster than is currently planned... 

But I’ll be ready. This is a necessary step. For me. For my future. For my happiness. I’m not stagnant anymore. I’ve opened the window, and maybe the air pressure will open the door too. Is that how that works? We’ll find out I guess. 

Until next time~