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We Meet Again	By : LindaG Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 2076 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I own some Savage Garden CDs som some DVDs. Other than that, I don’t have any claim to Darren or Daniel. No harm intended.

We Meet Again – Pt. 16

Wakefulness came slowly to Darren the next morning. The first thing he realized, was that Daniel was *not* draped over him, as he had been every other morning. Panic seized him momentarily, and the adrenaline quickly woke him.

His second thought was disappointment, when he heard Daniel’s light snore and realized that he was still asleep on the other side of the bed.

For just a moment he wondered if he’d done something wrong last night. But no, he smiled to himself; the leisurely shower, where they’d gently cleaned each other. The light salad they’d shared before bed. The snuggling, and quite amiable silence before sleep had claimed them. No, it had been a perfect ending to an amazing day.

He smiled, as Daniel sighed lightly. No, there was no reason to be sad. Daniel was healing, and that was reason enough for happiness.

Darren rose up on his left elbow, and carefully placed a light kiss on Daniel’s bare shoulder. He winced slightly as his eyes caught sight of the gauze he’d wrapped around Daniel’s raw, oozing wrists. He’d thought the bathrobe material soft enough, but obviously he’d been mistaken.

Oh, Danny had stopped his profuse apologies with a kiss that had nearly left him senseless; and with no doubt that he’d loved every minute of it; but he still felt bad.

Shrugging lightly to himself, he slid out of bed, slipped his boxers on, and crept quietly out of the bedroom.

He walked across the hall to the spare bedroom where his luggage still resided, and dug out clean boxers, jeans, socks, and an aquamarine t-shirt.

A quick shower, shave, and brushing of teeth, and he was headed downstairs to start coffee.

Leaving the pot to work it’s magic, he looked at the clock. Seven forty-five. There was bound to be someone at the school who could answer his questions.

He walked into the living room, sat down on the couch, and picked up the phone to call the school.

“… Good Morning, Boonah State School, Mrs. Bell speaking, how may I help you…?”

“Good Morning, ma’am. This is Mr. Hayes, I was wondering if you could verify employing a Ms. Christina Mauldin?”

“…Oh yes. One of our Awards teachers. She’s very good with students…”

“But she wasn’t in school yesterday.”

“…She was on a time off award. Her class was on field trip with her assistant, so she took her day to visit one of her students in the hospital….”

“That would be Natalie Walker?”

“… That’s right. Might you be Mr. Darren Hayes…?”

He smiled slightly. “Yes, I am.”

“…How wonderful! Ms. Mauldin said she was hoping to get in touch with you. Is there any possibility you’ll be able to visit Natalie…?”

Darren chuckled lightly. “I’m hoping to visit her today, actually. Have to see how the day goes; but, if not today, then tomorrow for certain.”

“…Oh, that’s wonderful. It’s so good of you to take time from your busy schedule. And it will do wonders for Natalie, I’m sure…”

“That’s quite alright, Mrs. Bell. I’m happy to do it. Thank you, and have a good day.”

“…Bless you, Mr. Hayes. Have a good day….”

Still smiling, Darren hung up the phone. ‘So. She *is* a teacher, and Natalie *is* a fan in the hospital.’

He got up, and went into Daniel’s small recording studio; picked up the case that held his acoustic guitar, and carried it outside to put into the back of his BMW. He paused a moment, letting the morning sun warm his skin. Nodded to the security people at the head of the driveway.

By then it was after eight and his stomach reminded him that the salad was ten hours in the past. He chucked softly, and headed back inside, straight for the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later he let himself into the bedroom, and set the breakfast tray on the nightstand.

Then he crawled onto the bed, wrapped his right arm around Daniel’s chest, and kissed him on the cheek.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead. We’ve got an appointment to go to soon.”

Daniel mumbled incoherently. Pulled the pillow in toward his face.

Darren’s full lips curved gently, and his eyebrows rose evilly. Leaning over Daniel’s chest, he began to suckle Daniel’s right nipple. Sucking gently. Teasing the nub with his tongue while his lips gently worked the aureole.

A loud moan reverberated through the pillow.

Darren lifted his head slightly. Blew gently over the moistened area, and grinned as Daniel’s body twitched in response.

Suddenly Daniel’s arm was around his neck, pulling him over and down, their lips crashing in a heated kiss.

They both gulped air when Daniel finally broke kis kiss.

“D-Danny, um… breakfast… Have to see… Paul... about an hour,” Darren explained as he desperately tried to catch his breath.

“And that’s why you’re driving me crazy?” Daniel’s eyebrows raised in mock disbelief. “You wake me from a sound sleep, get me horny, then basically tell me, I have to eat so we can leave?”

Daniel rose up on his elbow as Darren grinned up at him, and nodded.

“Payback… you’re lucky that’s all I did, or you’d have to shower, too.”

Daniel gave him a quick kiss, and then pushed himself up to lean against the headboard. Darren scooted off the bed, set his bowl of oatmeal and cup of coffee on the nightstand. Handed Daniel his coffee, then set the tray with Daniel’s breakfast omelet down on his lap.

“Thanks, babe.”

Darren sat down next to him on the bed, and stirred his oatmeal. “How’re your wrists?”

“A bit sore, but nothing much, really. Not compared to the pleasure.”

He leaned over and placed a light kiss on Darren’s cheek. “Don’t worry. I’m feeling better than I have in years. I really believe that.”

Darren smiled with relief, and nodded. Quietly finished his oatmeal.

“This is really good, Daz. Thanks.”

Darren licked the last of his oatmeal from his spoon, then ran his finger around the bowl to get the last of it.

“Daz!!!” Daniel groaned. “Must you tease?”

“Who, me?” Darren asked, a completely innocent look on his face as he put the sticky finger in his mouth, closed his lips around it,
and very slowly pulled it back out.

Daniel closed his eyes as his head fell back against the headboard, and he moaned lightly.

Then Darren slapped his bare thigh, and jumped off the bed as Daniel yelped.

“Better hurry. Only got about forty minutes, so we’re already running late.”

With that, he grabbed his cup and ran for the door, chuckling as Daniel sputtered.

“Daniel, Darren, welcome!” Dr. Paul Willoughby met them at the door, noticed Daniel’s bandaged wrists, and raised his eyebrows as he smiled.

He stepped back, opening the door wider.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“Ah, I’m fine. Daniel?”

Darren smiled reassuringly when he noticed Daniel’s blush.

“NO… um… ah… I’m fine. We ah, we just had breakfast.”

Paul nodded and led them back into the living room.

“So, Daniel. How are you doing? How have you been feeling?” Paul looked pointedly at his wrists.

“I’m doing much better, Paul,” Daniel replied shyly. “Everything you told me… everything I’ve done… seems to have helped me greatly,” he finished with an equally shy smile.

“How many people have you told?”

“Ben and Lee… and my folks.”

“And how did they take it?”

Again the bashful smile. “They all said it was about time.” And his smile changed to an embarrassed grin.

Paul nodded understandingly.

“Is there anything else you need to bring up? I believe the last time you were here, something was mentioned about a concert incident?”

Daniel grimaced slightly.

“I-uh…” Daniel blushed. “I fell off the stage… and um… got mobbed… feet and hands everywhere before security could get to me…”

Darren slid closer and put his hand on Daniel’s shoulder.

“It was damn scary… hurt like hell… we had to cancel the end of the concert so I could be taken to the hospital… I had bruises eveere.ere. Suffered a mild concussion…”

Again Paul nodded. “Definitely a traumatic incident. Especially in light of all the other stress you were under. How do you feel about
it now, in light of what we’ve discussed? What you’ve read? What you’ve been practicing?”

Daniel swallowed dryly. “Um… could I take you up on your offer, please?” His voice cracked nervously.

“Certainly.” Paul smiled easily. “What would you like?”

“Ice water?”

“The same,” Darren responded quickly when Paul looked at him.

Paul left to get their drinks, and Darren gave Daniel’s shoulder a squeeze. Gave him a quick kiss on his forehead.

“You’re doing great, Danny.”

Daniel managed a small smile.

Paul returned then, and he took the water gratefully. Drank a good third of it before he took a deep breath.

He glanced at Darren, then looked toward Paul.

“I—um… that is… I think I would be just as scared, if it happened again. But, I think now uldnuldn’t be as paralyzed.”

“Hmm,” Paul considered. “And do you know why you think that?”

“Well, for one, Darren would be there for me.” He smiled shyly again, and flushed lightly when he glanced at Darren.

“Never doubt that, Daniel.” Darren replied without hesitation.

“That particular statement… ‘So I feel a little anxiety right now, SO WHAT? It’s not like it’s the first time…’ Some of the others…. It’s hard to explain, exactly.”

“That’s okay, Daniel. I can tell you’ve been reading and practicing like I asked. And I can tell it’s made a difference. On Monday I’d like you to come to my clinic. Meet with some of my other patients and start working from a controlled setting with other people like yourself.”

“Can Darren come too?”

“Of course he can.” Paul smiled broadly. “Now, I have to ask, but you don’t have to answer…” Paul nodded his head toward Daniel’s wrists. “You didn’t try to commit suicide since I last saw you, did you?”

Daniel blushed deeply then.

Paul smiled broadly. “You are doing much better, aren’t you, Daniel?” He didn’t wait for a response.

“I think we’re done for the day—”

“I—uh… have a request.”

“Yes, Darren?”

“Well… if you’d give me a minute, I need to talk to Daniel, but I’d like you to listen, too.”

Paul nodded, and Daniel turned toward him with a questioning look.

“Yesterday in the store, I met someone. Christina Mauldin. She’s an elementary school teacher at Boonah State School. It seems a young student of hers… a Natalie Walker was in a terrible accident. She’s paralyzed now, from the waist down, and she asked us to
visit her. Seems she’s a fan. She’s been depressed, and isn’t responding to treatment.”

“And you thought by asking me here I wouldn’t say no?” Daniel questioned, a flash of pain, or anger in his green eyes.

“No, not at all, Daniel.” Darren let his voice express his shock that Daniel would think such a thing. “I wanted to ask Paul to meet us at the hospital, about 7PM. Just in case…”

“Oh…” Daniel bowed his head in mild embarrassment.

“How old is Natalie?” Paul asked.

“Eight. And apparently she’s a good candidate for rehabilitation, but she’s just too depressed over the accident. I’m not sure yet exacwhatwhat happened… but if a visit will help…”

“Will you be there?” Daniel looked at Paul, his uncertainty plain.

“Ryan and I will both be there. hinkhink this would be very good for you. And it would certainly help someone who needs it.”

Daniel sighed with relief. “Okay, Dazza. Let’s discuss it on the way home.”

Darren stopped at the nurse’s station on the second floor. “Hi. We’re here to see Natalie Walker please?”

The young nurse blushed. “Darren Hayes?” She gulped. “A-and Daniel Jones?”

Darren smiled understandingly. Daniel stood behind him, with his guitar case, between Paul and Ryan.

“I believe she’s in the children’s ward?” He prompted gently.

“Oh, um… yes…. Right this way, please.”

They followed the nurse. They passed several small communal type rooms. Each room having 3-4 children.

“Natalie? You’ve got some visitors, dear.”

The nurse pointed to a young girl by the window. Darren smiled, and nodded his thanks. Walked over to the bed.

Natalie remained looking out the window. He saw the 5x7 that had been included with the last issue of the Savage Garden Fanzine. It had been framed and placed on the small stand beside her bed. She still hadn’t turned to see who her visitors were, andren ren wondered how to begin.

“You know, when Ms. Mauldin told me you were a fan, I thought maybe she was joking me. But it looks like you might be one after all.”

Slowly the red-haired head turned toward his voice. Freckles dusted her face, and her green eyes widened as they recognized him.

“Now how could you be a fan, and not be willing to fight for a full recovery? Do you have any idea how hard Daniel and I had to fight to make it?”

He smiled, picked up her hand, and kissed it.

“Danny, how about that tune we talked about?”

He watched, as her eyes seemed to grow even wider, seeing Daniel behind him.

Daniel smiled at her. She seemed so sad, so needy. He took his guitar out. Checked to be sure it was tuned, and then began to play softly.

Darren continued holding her hand, while he softly began to sing “Crash and Burn”.

When Darren finished, he and Daniel were both surprised by subdued clapping. They looked around. Several nurses, and a couple, stood just inside the doorway.

Darren turned toward Daniel. Saw his pursed lips. Watched him swallow nervously and saw his lips moving slightly. Paul moved beside him, saying nothing. But Darren saw them lock eyes, and Daniel relaxed noticeably.

The couple came forward, and introduced themselves as Natalie’s parents, John and Sylvia Walker. The nurses left while Natalie
and her parents talked with Darren and Daniel. They autographed the back of Natalie’s photo, and each gave her a kiss on the cheek, allowing her parents to snap a picture.

She hugged them both, crying happy tears. “Thank you so much…”

“Now I expect you to listen to your doctors, and try very hard with your therapy. Because Daniel and I would like to see you get about on your own. Who knows, maybe I could even convince him to come with me to visit you in school when you’re better.”

“I will, Darren.”

“Good for you!” He patted her arm, and gave her one last kiss on her forehead.

They gave their goodbyes to her parents, and walked out to the hallway.

Lights flashed, and suddenly voices were yelling from all directions. Darren felt Daniel tense behind him, as several microphones were thrust in front of him.

He saw the nurse from the desk talking to a reporter aan san stepped in front of him.

‘Damn!’

…tbc…
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