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[little-burn.livejournal.com]

*on the couch watching some cartoons*

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[dannymesser.livejournal.com]

*peeks out from kitchen where he's cooking dinner and checks on Sammy*

Whatcha doin' mia ragazzo? *wipes hand on dishrag*

[little-burn.livejournal.com]

Me and Duke are watching cartoons.

[dannymesser.livejournal.com]

Whatcha watching? *looks toward tv but it's out of his line of sight*

[little-burn.livejournal.com]

Jimmy Neutron.

[dannymesser.livejournal.com]

You want a little snack before dinner? Popsicle or somethin'?

[little-burn.livejournal.com]

Yeah sure. *grins*

[dannymesser.livejournal.com]

*grabs a popsicle for Sammy and a dog bone for Duke*

Here ya go. *hands popsicle to Sammy*

And here you go..whatagoodboy. *tosses Duke the bone*

[little-burn.livejournal.com]

*happily starts in on his popsicle* Thanks babbo.

[dannymesser.livejournal.com]

*smiles* Yer welcome, kiddo.*turns to go back to kitchen but stops first*

Did you get yer homework done?

[little-burn.livejournal.com]

Yeah I got it done.

[flack-nypd.livejournal.com]

*comes home looking haggard, Don's suit hiding a deep cut that had already been sewn up, bruising already forming around the sight. Wincing a little, he closes the door behind him*

Hey guys.

*his voice is soft, almost emotionless, not like him at all*

[dannymesser.livejournal.com]

*smiles at Sammy* Ok. *turns again for kitchen when he hears door open*

*smiles again when Don walks in which quickly fades when he sees him*

Donnie, what's wrong? *rushes over, concered, hand brushes over forehead*

What happened? Are you ok? *bites lip looking worried*

[little-burn.livejournal.com]

Dad? *Sammy sat up Duke against his chest popsicle in his hand*

[flack-nypd.livejournal.com]

Hey kiddo. *smiles, but it comes out more as a wince*

[little-burn.livejournal.com]

Are you ok? What happened?

[flack-nypd.livejournal.com]

Daddy's fine, lil' man.

*is clearly lying.*

[little-burn.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head*

[flack-nypd.livejournal.com]

Honestly, Sammy. You don't gotta worry. Yer ol' man's been through a lot worse.
*can't really look at Sammy as he says it, knowing he probably doesn't know about the bombing*

[little-burn.livejournal.com]

You're hurt though.

[flack-nypd.livejournal.com]

*murmuring as he locks away his gun and struggles out of his suit jacket*

I'm fine, babe.

[dannymesser.livejournal.com]

*frowns and shakes head*

No yer not fine. *helps him out of jacket*

What's wrong? *starts gently patting Don's chest to see for himself he's ok*

[flack-nypd.livejournal.com]

*Cries out in pain as Danny smacks his chest exactly where he was sliced*

[dannymesser.livejournal.com]

*eyes go wide, takes Don's hand and tugs it*

Sammy, you stay here and watch tv. We'll be right back.

*helps Don to the bedroom, locks door, and starts unbuttoning his shirt*

What' happened, babe?

[flack-nypd.livejournal.com]

Guy sliced me pretty deep. It's right over one 'a the scars.

*As his shirt opens, the skin beneath it showing a deep purple bruise and a long row of stitches*

[dannymesser.livejournal.com]

What?

*drops to knees to get a better look*

Jesus Christ, Donnie. Why didn't you call me?

*looks more than worried, almost panicked*