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Notes: So, here we are. Thank you all for such awesome comments and putting up with an odd posting schedule once things got side-tracked. Thanks again to JazzieG and to Phoebe for helping along the way!

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Danny woke in a lavender and white bedroom which he was positive he'd never seen before. Unmoving, his eyes roamed noncommittally around the room. At least what he could see of it without moving too much while he catalogued and tried to make sense of where he might be. It was pretty, light and airy. A light-wood dresser with a mirror was situated diagonally from where he lay on his side. Nothing much was on the dresser, except for a lamp and ...?

He stared at the thing blankly for a long moment, over the top of a white lacy duvet cover and ... directly into the face of a very large, plush purple teddy bear.

A purple teddy bear? Danny blinked because the toy actually was the one thing to make a minor dent on his fuzzy brain. Not because it made sense, but only because it was bright and colorful and far too happy for its own furry good and spurred his brain to think.

Why was it even there? And better yet, why was it staring at him?

Confused, Danny frowned at its large embroidered smile which happily confirmed the words stitched across its furry white tummy:

I Love You.

Three little words which were under a shiny embellished rainbow. Danny blinked again after reading the words thrice over, his eyes settling firmly on the bear's black button eyes. The thing kept staring right back at him in a very disturbing kind of expectant silence and Danny grunted when his brain refused to connect any of the dots.

Not Grace's room. Certainly not Charlie's and from what he could last recall, not a room the hospital would have either. Tiredly, Danny forced his hand to move to rub idly at his face. He grimaced at what he felt there because he needed a shave and quite badly, so obviously hours and hours had gone by from when he'd last seen ... Steve.

"Oh," he mumbled to himself. Steve. Lou. Doctor Montgomery. Ever so slowly, certain clues began to click together even if they seemed a lifetime ago and he half-remembered some kind of prodding by Lou and Renee that Steve was fine. That everything was okay and that Danny needed to accept their offer of watching Charlie while he got some badly needed sleep. Somewhere along the line, he'd agreed. So then, he was at Lou's and evidently in the older man's guest room.

"Daddy?" The air moved near his shoulder and Danny shifted his focus from the bear to the blur of light which was closer to his nose. The blur moved again creating a subtle breeze before a messy shock of yellow-blond and blue materialized into a little boy's face.

"Danno? Are you up yet? You've been sleeping for-ever." The last word was drawled out long and plaintively, ending on a high note and Danny literally winced.

"Charlie! What did I tell you about waking up your father?" His son's name and the reprimand were hissed out by a more soothing baritone and Danny shifted just enough again to peek out over the top of Charlie's head to see that Lou Grover was standing in the doorway.

"He's awake!" Charlie shouted a moment before Danny got a knee in the stomach and an armful of six-year old boy.

"Is he up?" Steve's voice. Louder and unexpected shattered any residual bubble Danny might have been in. "Hey! Finally!"

"Lord! The two of you! Let the man sleep!" Lou's voice boomed louder and Danny's eyes sprung wide open in surprise.

"M'up," he tried to say before he oomphed loudly when Charlie's elbow connected with his chin. His slow waking suddenly turned even more chaotic when another body - one much larger - joined the small squirming version of his son's and all the air was pushed out of his lungs. Charlie shrieked in his ear and Danny gasped, gurgling loudly, his eyes now larger than saucer plates as Steve tucked himself over the top of Charlie to trap Danny completely.

"You're awake!" Steve laughed out, evidently just as pleased as Charlie, inches from Danny's face.

"An'mals! G'off!" Danny gasped out, confusion now changing into a bubble of laughter that he could barely get out for lack of air. He couldn't move at all with his arms and legs trapped by the sheets, duvet, his giggling son and his partner, who based on the laughter in his eyes, had no intention of listening to Danny at all.

"G'off! Steve! What'r you do'n here?" Danny laughed and choked as they play-grappled and Charlie dug into his body even harder, all pointy elbows and knees.

"You've been sleeping so long I got sprung," Steve offered helpfully. "Got sick of sitting around at my place ... alone ... waiting for you to come out of hibernation."

He looked down into Danny's face, eyes clear and well, completely pleased with himself for joining the sneak attach before turning on an unsuspecting Charlie to tickle the little boy clear off of his father's chest and into the center of the bed. The move earned Danny another bony knee to the stomach, but it gave him enough room to wriggle free of the tussle. However, still entangled as he was in the sheets, he wound up crashing to the floor, upside down, and with his legs still mired up on the bed, under the weight of Steve's body.

Upside down, he looked up into Lou's face and grinned. "'morning', Lou," Danny chuckled breathlessly as he failed again at kicking free, peals of high-pitched laughter filling the room from the top of the bed where a tickle-war stayed in full swing.

"Uncle Steve! No, no!" Charlie howled louder still, giggling madly when Steve pinned him under a pillow, growling like a make-believe tiger.

"Afternoon, Danno," Lou drawled out, correcting Danny's perception of time. He cocked his head to the side as any original semblance of peace fled his house. "I see things are back to normal." Eyebrows raised into comical mono-brow of sorts. He calmly folded his arms across his chest as he took in the chaos and smiled, making no effort at all to rescue Danny from where he stayed tangled, half on the floor and half on the bed.

"Well. You boys up for some pancakes?"

~ End. ~