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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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A/N: I don’t own or know any member of Savage Garden. This story is pure fiction. No harm is meant in the telling. I’d like to thank all my reviewers.

We Meet Again – pt 8

“Coming!” Danny yelled, as the doorbell began sounding insistently. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and clicked the dead-bolt
back, then yanked the door open.

“About time!” Ben protested as Lee removed his finger from the button, silencing the ring of the doorbell.

Dan smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, mate. Thanks for stopping by.”

He stepped back expectantly.

Ben and Lee gave him a once-over, raising their brows as they did so.

“Did we interrupt something, Dan?” Ben asked, finally stepping through the doorway as he gave Dan another overall glance.

Lee chuckled and blushed, but said nothing as he followed Ben.

“What? Um… no. Why do you ask?”

Darren stood at the foot of the stairs, grinning at Danny’s nervousness.

Ben turned to look at Daniel.

“Look, Dan. I’m as laid back as the next guy,” he started, running his right hand through his brown and white spiked hair. “But I
don’t usually answer the door with my shirt inside out and my fly open.”

Lee guffawed, unable to keep silent any longer. He slapped his knee, bent at the waist, a hand over his stomach as he laughed.

Dan blushed deeply, and Lee’s laughter increased.

Darren took pity on Daniel, and walked up to him, putting his right hand on Dan’s shoulder. He squeezed gently, and gave him a little shake.

“Hey, why don’t you go up and make yourself presentable,” he said, a sympathetic grin on his face. “I’ll get Ben and Lee settled, and go get the pizza.”

“Uh… yeah… Thanks, Daz.”

Darren chuckled quietly, and shook his head slightly when Daniel stumbled going back up the stairs.

“What’s up with him, Dar? Is Michelle upstairs?”

Darren shook his head. “He’s fine. He’xplaxplain later. Ben, you’re still everything but anchovies?”

Ben nodded, grinning.

“Lee, vegetarian?”

“Yepper. I’ll make some tea while you’re gone. I’m driving.”

“Really?” Darren looked at Ben, both eyebrows raised.

Ben simply shrugged. “He’s been doing pretty well, actually. Well, good enough that I think we’ll be safe going home.” Ben smiled and gave Lee an affectionate slap on the shoulder.

“Right. Well. I’d better get going so I can get our food. Help yourself to a beer, Ben.”

Darren returned thirty-five minutes later with four large pizzas. Ben and Lee were in the living room, watching some news blurb on the Music Channel.

“Danny? Pizzas’ here!”

“Hasn’t been back down, Dar.” Ben called from the living room as Darren sat the boxes on the dining room table.

“You need to come see this.”

‘What could be so important—?’ Darren walked into the living room. ‘Michelle…’

He slowly sank into an easy chair as he listened to Michelle’s venom impassioned words.

“I can’t believe he loves that bitch.” Ben commented grimly.

Darren blinked as he tried to assimilate the sentences. Worthless… Pathetic… Inadequate… Spineless… Lousy lover… Gay.

‘What?’

Darren forced himself to focus.

“He actually called out Darren’s name when we were making love!” Michelle spoke indignantly.

Darren didn’t hear anything more. ‘Oh my God. Does she have any idea what she’s done? How could she? I thought she loved him?'

“This’ll kill Dan.”

Darren turned toward Ben and Lee. His mind still struggling with what he’d just heard.

“Bitch.” Ben growled again. “Amazing what some people will say for money.”

He and Lee both turned toward Darren then, wondering what his reaction would be no doubt. He wondered if he looked as lost as he felt.

“You all right, Darren?” Lee asked quietly.

“I — uh…” he ran a hand through his hair, managed to stand up. “I — uh — better go see what’s keeping Dan…. Look… turn that off…. Put on some music… or a movie, or… something… Danny… I’ll be right back.”

This was so not good. Darren forced himself to climb the stairs.

‘Darren, stop freaking. Cause Danny’s going to. You’ve got to be strong. Christ, he’s been happy these last two days. This will—’

He stopped outside Daniel’s bedroom door, just standing for a moment. Then he inhaled deeply. Knocked softly.

“Danny, you okay? Pizza’s getting cold.”

Moments later Daniel opened the door, his grin shy; his shoulders slightly hunched, looking guilty.

“You okay?” Darren asked again.

Dan nodded. “Yeah. I just didn’t want to put up with Ben’s teasing alone. You mind?” His gaze took on a hopeful look.

Darren forced himself to relax and return Dan’s smile.

“I don’t mind at all. I’m glad you waited.” ‘Really glad.’

Ben and Lee both looked at the stairs as Dan and Darren came downstairs.

“Sorry, mates.” Dan apologized. “Let’s eat, shall we?”

Darren glanced furtively at Ben and Lee. Telling them with his eyes that he hadn’t said anything to Daniel.

He got plates, then. Lee poured tea for himself and Darren, while Dan got out Coronas for himself and Ben.

Each took a couple of slices of pizza before going back into the living room to recline casually on the floor.

Darren’s mind kept going back to the bit on TV. Michelle.

‘Is that what he’s been afraid to tell me? That she was verbally abusive? Those horrible words? Worse? He’s so sensitive… no
wonder he had felt worthless. How dare she treat Danny that way!’

And she was still doing it.

‘God. I’ve got to tell him what she did – but how?’

“So. Dan. Not that we don’t enjoy your company, but, why’d you call? Been a while, you know?”

Daniel flushed slightly. “I – uh… got something to share.”

“Oh?”

Lee looked up mid-bite, and Ben’s curious gaze darted between Daniel and Darren for a moment. Finally it settled on Daniel, locking with his gaze.

“I – I’m in love… with Darren.”

Lee put his pizza down, grinning madly.

Ben simply nodded. “’Bout time you admitted it. I never agreed with Leonien’t n’t get me wrong, she’s a good personal manager – as far as keeping track of everything. But as a guide for the lovelorn, well, dismal comes to mind.”

Daniel’s bewildered look forced Lee to gig

“We saw how you two were on stage. How the chemistry shifted whenever Darren was around you.”

Daniel’s flush deepened.

“Lee figured it out first.” Ben nodded toward Lee, who shrugged in embarrassment. “Noticed all the little things that pointed
toward you and Dar. I’m glad for you, Dan. Proud too. Hard thing to admit, hey?”

Daniel nodded grinning with mild embarrassment. Darren scooted over beside him, put his left hand along Daniel’s neck and pulled him in for a hug, kissing him on the cheek.

Dan glanced into his eyes, and his childish grin faded.

“Darren? What’s wrong, Dazza?”

Darren forced a smile. “Nothing. Why?”

Daniel’s emerald eyes shifted back and forth searching his sapphire ones.

“Something’s wrong.”

Darren’s lower jaw trembled, but he couldn’t force any words out. Out of the periphery of his vision, he saw Ben stand up. Heard Lee moving somewhere. Ben crouched beside Dan, and Darren found his gaze drawn irresistibly towards Ben’s serious, compassionate one. Felt Lee’s arms surround him in silent reassurance.

‘How?’ Why did it have to be him? ‘Things are just starting to get better. Why me? Why now?’

“Dazza?”

He looked back at Daniel, hurt by the pain that filled his voice.

“You wanted me to tell them… didn’t you?”

He heard the uncertainty in Daniel’s voice, and managed to nod. “I – of course I did, Danny. It’s – it’s just – ” Sadness filled Darren’s gaze.

“Just what, Dazza?” Daniel asked gently.

‘Oh, Danny. You look at me with trust and love… How can I tell you?’

“It’s about Michelle.” Ben broke Darren’s silence.

Darren saw the fear. Watched Daniel stiffen in shock. Ben put his hands on Daniel’s shoulders, working his fingers to massage
the tenseness.

“She – she – ah… interview. She wasn’t… kind… She said – she said – ” Darren felt as if he was suffocating. His eyes pleaded with Ben’s.

“She said you cried out Darren’s name when you were making love to her.” Ben finished quietly.

Daniel’s eyes widened. Darren saw the color drain from his face. Then he covered his face with his hands.

‘Those incredibly gifted, sensitive hands,’ Darren found himself thinking in spite of the situation.

Daniel began trembling. Darren shrugged gently, and Lee released his hold. He moved closer, and wrapped his arms around
Daniel. His right hand moved up to gently caress the back of Daniel’s head as he cried silently.

“Gonna be okay, Darren?” Ben asked kindly.

Darren nodded. Mumbled thanks through dry lips, his chest tight.

“I think we’ll just go, okay?”

Again Darren nodded as Daniel’s body shook against hiHis His shirt becoming wet with Daniel’s pain.

Lee hugged them both, but Dan was too lost to notice.

“Th – thanks, Lee. Benny?” He hoped Ben understood what he was trying to say. He, the Diva; he’d sung hundreds of songs, written many; yet now he was nearly incoherent.

Ben nodded and smiled. “I’m happy for you both, Darren. For coming out. Not the other.” He shrugged. “We’ll let ourselves out.”

Darren heard them leave. Heard the door close. Continued to silently console Danny, murmuring words and assurances to the distraught guitarist.

...tbc...
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