Head Cannons

Danny's Worst Fear

Canon: Danny fought for two tours in Iraq. Two Marine tours are four years each.

Non-canonical: he did snap, but only for a moment. I actually really love this idea, and the explanation will be long because it's two chapters from another book I wrote.

Ex:
Linda watched as Danny downed another glass of whiskey. Five months had passed since he had come back home. He had been doing much better, but then his mom was diagnosed with cancer, and he went back into his shell.
Guilt played Linda's stomach like a hillbilly played the banjo- constantly and dreadfully. She hated how her husband was slowly dwindling away into those people he always vowed he wouldn't become. Vets who came back from the wars, and simply couldn't adjust to family life were the ones who bugged him. He hated how they snapped at their wives, yelled at their kids, drank too much whiskey, did badly at their job (or put all their time into their job). The detective was slowly becoming one of those people- he got rip after rip at the precinct, snapped at his family, yelled about everything. But the thing that hurt Linda the most was that he wasn't coming to her with his problems. She was his support, his anchor, his light in the storm.... didn't he see that? She made her way down to the basement where he had been spending all his free time. He'd work out until he got hungry. He'd eat, work out, and come to bed at one in the morning.
Linda stood with her arms crossed, watching him. This has got to stop.
"What are you doing?"
"Wha' does look like 'm doin'?" Danny mumbled to her, not meeting her eyes.
The now brunette frowned. She could tell he had been drinking.... a lot. It seemed like that was his favorite thing to do. "It, um, it looks like you're, Uh... fi- fighting... air?" She was confused. He was acting like he was fighting someone- someone he hated.
"No!"
Linda didn't understand the name he had barley said. She was steadily moving past concerned. She slowly walked up to him, studying him. He was so different from the man she had kissed goodbye serval years ago. He was battered, torn, angry, stubborn then ever.... he was broken. It broke her heart to see him like this, and it broke her heart she didn't do anything about it. She let it get out of hand, with having a baby who was constantly sick and going back to work.... she just let it slip. She hated herself for letting it get this far.
"M-maybe you need a time out?" She put her hand on his shoulder. Linda ducked Danny's punch. Now she was scared- he was trapped in his mind, not registering where he really was. "Danny, I think-" she groaned as his fist made contact with her left eye. Tears welled in her blue eyes, the fear in her stomach bubbling.
"I'm fine," he mumbled, continuing his fight with the air. "Go 'way."
She walked up to him once more, putting her hand on his shoulder, "Danny?"
He quickly pinned her to the wall, "I tol' you t' go 'way!" He slurred, punching her in the left eye once more. He grabbed the whiskey bottle as he walked up the stairs.
Linda was stunned for a moment. She sunk to the floor, her tears stuck in her eyes. She quickly got up when she heard the motor of the car. "Oh no. Danny!" She ran up the stairs, and out the front door. She watched him pull out of the driveway, "Danny!!"

Linda ran back inside to the phone, dialing quickly. She held her breath as it rang, "Erin? Hi, listen. Something's come up. Can you possibly watch the kids? Maybe stay the night?...... I don't know, but hurry."
************
Joe looked to his bed, shaking his head and frowning. He almost flew to the door when the bell rang.
"Where is he?" Linda barged into his apartment. Danny had driven to Joe's apartment; both Joe and Linda relieved he hadn't crashed the car on the way over.
"Bedroom."
She followed him to the bedroom, her mouth dropping. It looked like someone had given him a beating, then let him die from internal injuries. She immediately sat on the bed, holding Danny's face in her hands. "Joe, what happened?!"
"I dunno. I don't- he came over, barley able to stand, mumbled something about a killer bee or bat, said something about not being able to see a gnome? And crashed on the bed."
She took her sunglasses off and ran her hand over Danny's forehead. "Poor baby!" She turned to Joe, "Joe, can I-"
"Stay. Absolutely. I'm just headed out for a tour. Food's in the fridge, use whatever you wa- what happened to your eye?!"
"What?" She had totally forgotten about that. The eye was slowly forming a bruise; if it was this prominent now.... she hated to think what it would look like by morning. "I, uh, I leaned over to pick up a- a toy, and got the doorknob instead."
Joe nodded, not believing her. "Hope that feels better. I gotta go." He walked out the door, locking it behind him.
Linda sighed as she touched Danny's arm, "oh, Danny...."
************
Danny swore the devil was clog dancing in his head. He was sore all over, and vaguely remembered doing something he regretted. He was able to crack an eye open; he saw a bleary someone, standing over him. "Linda?" His voice was hoarse and raspy.
"Yeah, baby. It's me," she whispered, sitting on the bed, facing him. "Can you sit up for me, please?"
He groaned, slowly sitting up. His eyes fully opened, he looked around. "When did you redecorate?"
"I didn't. We're at Joe's. Here," she took his hand and placed two Tylenol in it. She handed him a thermos as well. "The pills and drinking this should help. Careful, it's hot."
Danny slowly pushed the pills into his mouth, then took a long sip of the hot liquid. He made a face after swallowing, making Linda softly giggle.
"Ginger tea. It helps with hangovers."
"That's why the devil's clog dancing in my brain?"
Linda smiled, "yeah." She leaned closer and kissed his lips. "I'll get the shower ready. Joe was kind enough to go over to the house and get a fresh set of clothes for the both of us."
Danny nodded slowly, then called Linda back. "What happened?"
"You don't remember?"
"No."
She sighed and sat back down. "You were drinking too much. In fact, you had passed too much twenty minutes ago. You were in the basement, stuck somewhere in your mind. You were punching air, yelling something unintelligible. You slammed down your whiskey, got into the car, and drove off. You ended up here. Joe said you told him something about a killer bee or bat? And not being able to see a gnome? I dunno."
"Did I scare you?"
The amount of guilt in that statement was enough to make Linda lie. But she knew that wouldn't help him, "I was scared for you, not of you..... I still am sacred for you. And you're gonna promise that you're never gonna do that again. Obviously, your guardian angel was protecting you."
"I promise."
"Good. Now c'mon. Let's get you showered." She kissed him again, then stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
"Linda?" Danny watched her turn around, a small smile on her face. "How did, uh, how did- I- I gave you that black eye, didn't I?"
Her heart broke once again; he looked like a kid who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar- only ten times worse. She had half a mind to blatantly lie. "I bent over to pick up Sean's police bear and hit my eye on the doorknob."
He shook his head slowly, frowning in shame.
"You callin' me a liar?" Linda said in a thicker New York accent.
Danny nodded.
She frowned. Usually her thicker accent always made him smile. She sat back on the bed, "it wasn't you. I mean, it was you, but it wasn't. Y'know? You were trapped in your head; you didn't mean to. I know you'd never hurt me. Only during sex, and that's a totally different kinda hurt."
Danny smiled just a little bit, "C'mere."
Linda smiled and scooted next to Danny. He snaked his arm around her, holding her tightly. Guilt played at his stomach like a hillbilly plucking a banjo. He had to do something about it.

More Ex: so in my world, Danny's worse fear is that he'll hurt his wife or kids.

Please read the book the excerpts came from: You're Not Alone. It's a sequel to Can't Do It Without You.
Thank you and happy reading!