buddy story - part 8

Tired, Danny was glad to be at his apartment. The whole day had been taxing. He'd never been one to stand up to others or order people around but today was different. He managed to establish his place in the family and couldn't let any weakness show.

While he climbed the stairs up to his floor he couldn't help but think of Mary. He missed her already but knew she couldn't have stayed. Putting himself in danger was one thing but he couldn't do the same to her. Maybe he would go to Seattle one day when things had settled down and the family had taken care of the current threat.

Unlocking his apartment door, Danny wanted to collapse on his bed. He couldn't keep up the act for much longer. Once alone he'd be able to mourn for his father, properly, without several eyes watching him at all times.

As soon as the door closed he felt a hand grab his arm.

Danny reacted fast, smashing the assailant against the door while pulling out his pistol, placing it to the man's neck.

"Danny?" A scared voice stammered out.

Still holding the pistol up, Danny was able to get a look at the man. Once he figured out who it was he put the gun down, "Mike." Relieved Danny wrapped his arms around Mike and let go of everything that he'd been holding back. He could cry at last, now safe in the arms of the man he loved.