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Rescue Me	By : Kasie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1448 -:- 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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Hey out there, its me again with another story I probably wont be able to keep up with! It’s a song fic to Madonna’s ‘Rescue Me’ but it’s a bit long actually lol, just a few lyrics per chapter, but the entire thing was inspired by her song. As always read and review Id love to know what you think, and it gets better later so don’t give up on me yet :)!
Ok on with the story!!
Oh yeah obviously I don’t own D&D and this is TOTALLY fiction! Not real folks!
Ok NOW on with the story!
With you I'm not a little girl
With you I'm not a man
When all the hurt inside of me comes out
You understand
The apartment was quiet, Daniel noticed as he shut the door and walked in. He couldn’t help but smile to himself when he noticed how neat and tidy everything was. Darren must have gone on another one of his obsessive cleaning sprees again. Darren, where was he anyway? Daniel wondered as he ventured further into the tiny living room, freshly dusted, the small TV in one corner, across from the ratty looking couch and a small radio-CD player in the other.
Things seemed strange. There was something off in the air. Normally by the time Daniel got home from work and made his way to the living room Darren would come prancing in with the lyrics to a new song he was working on, or he would be dancing carelessly around the couch to a Michael Jackson CD of some sort. But today he was nowhere to be seen.
‘Could something have happened to him?’ Daniel wondered to himself, ‘No. class=GramE>Dammit Jones, stop being so paranoid.’ He scolded himself.
"Darren?" he called out hoping to find his missing companion, but there was no answer. He wandered into the kitchen. Perhaps Darren had gone out and left a note on the refrigerator like he did so often on Sundays when Daniel rarely got up before Minute="0" Hour="12">noon.
The kitchen was spotless as well. The dishes that were usually piled up in the sink, only to be cleaned when needed, were all washed and dried, stacked up in the little cupboard above the stove. The floor looked as though it too had been cleaned, mopped until it sparkled. What was going on? Even when he cleaned, Darren never mopped the floors, Daniel wasn’t even sure Darren knew how to mop. He remembered back to the first, and last, time Darren had tried to mop the floors. Cracked tile, a sprained ankle, and a broken mop caused Darren to give up his floor cleaning ways. The refrigerator was devoid of any messages. A few magnets held up some pizza coupons, and there was a list of record companies who had not turned their demo tape down yet. Two had been crossed off the list. Daniel sighed, it wasn’t looking good but he was not about to give up just yet. He knew that they would make it big someday. But the fact that Darren still had not appeared worried him. It was not like Darren to leave without saying where he was going and surely he would have answered Daniel's call if he were still in the house.
"Darren?" he called again incase for some reason his companion had not heard him the first time. "Are you home?" Daniel quickly made his way into the bedroom they shared, he could not shake the bad feeling that was beginning to creep into the back of his mind. The room was small, like the rest of the apartment, but its all they could afford while they waited for their big break to come. Daniel took a quick glance around noting that Darren was not there, and the bathroom door was slightly ajar. Seeing that rushed his bad feeling to the front of his mind and sheer panic started to set in. Darren was in there he knew it.
"Darren," he called nearly running to the bathroom door. "Darren!" he cried out before flinging the bathroom door open and gasping at what he saw. Unlike virtually the rest of the house, the bathroom was a total disaster, Bottles were thrown everywhere, their contents leaking onto the counter and floor, the mirror looked as though someone had thrown something at it, shattering it, glass was everywhere, and the shower curtain had been torn from the wall and thrown down violently. And in the middle of the mess sat Darren, his head downcast towards the floor, a stray shard of glass in his hand. His body was racked with silent sobs, his blonde hair tousled and hanging in his face, hiding his piercing blue eyes, blood trickled down his arms and wrists staining the cream-colored tile crimson.
"Oh Darren!" Daniel choked, sinking to his knees in front of the slightly older man. "Darren, Oh God Dar what have you done?" Daniel asked, tears stinging at his own eyes as he tilted Darrens chin upward gently to look at him. Tears stained his smooth skin and his sapphire eyes were red from crying. No, he couldn’t cry. He wouldn’t cry. He had to be strong.
He was always the strong one. He had to be for both their sakes. Like the time Darren was so ill he could barely speak without breaking into a violent coughing fit, let alone get out of bed. Daniel had to take on extra hours at work just to pay the rent. Darren had been so weak, Daniel was terrified, they hadn’t enough money to take him to the hospital, they could barely pay the bills as it was. Daniel was afraid that he might be loosing his best friend. But he would never tell Darren this. Instead, he would sit up all night looking after his companion, trying to coax him into eating something, while working tirelessly to bring his fever down. He remembered telling Darren that everything would be okay, that they were going to be okay, that he would get better. And he did get better, miraculously, Daniel was never sure what happened. One day his fever jus disappeared and Daniel thanked God for it.
Yes, Daniel had to be the strong one, he could not let himself fall apart right here, not yet, Darren needed him.
"D-Daniel?" Darren croaked weakly gazing up at him. "Daniel, I-I’m sorry…I..I…" his sapphire eyes glittered in pain and he choked on his words. Daniel moved to embrace his friend. Darren returned the hug feebly and Daniel shuddered when he felt a warm wetness drip onto his back, Darren’s blood.
"Why Darren…? Why…?" Daniel whispered, sadness evident in his voice. Blood…there was so much blood…
"D-Daniel I-I’m sorry," Darren repeated,
"For what Darren?" Daniel’s voice cracked, he was breaking down. Darrens voice sounded so raw and scratchy, so unlike the sensual voice that sang ballads such as Magical Kisses with Daniel every Friday night at the local clubs and bars. class=GramE>So unlike the light-hearted voice that was always filled with laughter when he was surrounded by friends. So unlike…So unlike Darren himself.
"I-I didn’t mean for…for y-you to find me like this…" Darren whimpered
"Oh Darren," a few stray tears found their way down Daniel's acne-scarred face "Darren, why did you do it? Why?" he repeated not understanding how his best friend could do something like this. Gently, careful not to hurt him, Daniel tore himself away from his friend. Keeping his emotions inside part of him still remembered he had to help Darren before…before it was too late. He knew Darren would never forgive him if he took him to the hospital. Darren would hate him if he let anyone find out that he had tried to commit suicide. He retrieved the first aid kit from under the sink, fortunately it was still there and well-supplied with everything one would need for medical emergencies.
"I-I wanted t-to…c-clean the house…for…for you… I-I…was…l-looking in the mirror…" Darren was explaining as Daniel took out some gauze and other supplies. He took Darrens right wrist in one hand, luckily the wounds weren’t too deep. Working quickly he wrapped the gauze around the cut making sure to fasten it tightly. "S-Saw…m-myself…I-I w-was…a-am so u-ugly w-we… a-re n-never going to… to get a-a r-record deal are w-we Danny?" Daniel continued with his work taking class=SpellE>Darrens left wrist into hand. This one was cut much deeper, blood was still pouring from it, it was cut with his good hand Daniel mused, trying to keep his had as tears coursed down his face.
"O-of course we are Darren…"Daniel couldn’t let Darren know how torn apart he was on the inside by Darren’s words. How could Darren see himself as anything but beautiful? Inside and out. He wondered, trying to clean the wound as best he could before wrapping the gauze around it tightly securing it as he did so. "You know we are, Bliss is going to be the biggest band style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:black'>Australiastyle='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:black'> has ever seen." Hokedoked into Darrens eyes trying to show the confidence he wasn’t feeling on the inside.
"N-no, I-I'm useless…" Darren sobbed, "I-I can’t do a-anything right…l-look at me Danny" his voice was filled with so much sorrow it broke Daniel's heart. "I-I c-can’t even…d-do…d-do *this* right." He said vaguely trying to gesture towards his wrists.
"Stop it Darren. Just stop it!" Daniel cried hugging his friend, "Don’t say things like that! Please! You’re the most amazing person I know! Never try to tell me otherwise!"
"I-I'm so…so sorry Danny, I didn’t m-mean to…" Darren fell against his chest crying exhaustedly "I-I just…"
"class=SpellE>Shh…Darren Shh…it’s alright, I know, its alright, let it out, come on now…" Daniel did his best to sooth Darren’s trembling form.
"D-Danny…I…"
"class=SpellE>Shh…Shh…it’s alright now." Daniel shushed him picking him up and carrying him into the bedroom, laying him down on the small bed they were forced to share. "Sleep now."
"B-but Danny…wait…" he said weakly, though Daniel was already heading out the door and into the kitchen. "I-I…I love you…" he whispered to Daniel's retreating back. "I love you" he said a bit louder…but Daniel couldn’t hear…
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