Title: Hello Again
Character: Danny Rand
A/n: Like I said, I love Danny’s character, he’s such a dork and deserves more love.
Also this’ll have a second part as the request was for them to meet and then end up together as well, so this one will focus on the reunion.
You whistled quietly under your breath as you kicked the door of your shop closed with your foot, your hands preoccupied with a few boxes of books that had just been shipped in. You placed them aside so you could remove your coat and begin opening the shop for the day.
You had several employees and a few assistants your siblings sent over to help with all the hassle, but you liked tonhave total control over the details of your work. So the bulk ended up on you.
Not that you minded, you always preferred to have something to keep yourself busy. Besides, it’s never that much of a sacrifice if you love doing it.
You continued to whistle as you started tearing into the boxes, going through the piles of books and separating them by their respective genres.
Once that was taken care of, you began shelfing them, taking them all by large bulks and putting them where they belonged.
Whenever you had enough put away you decided it was best to unlock the front doors and turn on the lights, people usually began coming in at this time and you didn’t want to keep them.
“Mornin’ (Y/n)!” You turned around to see one of the older girls who worked the morning shifts.
You smiled at her and motioned her over to you. “Good morning,” You greeted as you grabbed one of the last piles of books. “Do me a favor and but these in the back room, they’re for the history section. I can take care of the other pile.”
“I’m on it.” She said, taking them from you and disappearing into the shop.
You sighed and finally took the last set of books that were to be taken the front shelves.
What you didn’t see was that a young, scraggly looking man stopped right infront of the shop window, his hands peering inside and glued to you as he watched you move about.
A sudden knocking noise on the glass caused you to drop the books onto the ground. You looked over to the source of the sound and saw that same man looking at you with a wide smile as he waved frantically.
You titled your head as you looked at his face, you hadn’t seen him in the shop before but something about his smile made him look familiar.
You smiled back at him as you returned his wave, then making a gesture for him to come inside.
Crouching to the ground to gather the books, you found yourself laughing at how scared you were by a simple knock on the window.
Danny couldn’t believe it, after several failed attempts at talking to the other Meachum siblings he managed to see you walking around inside a bookshop.
Sure it took him a minute to recognize you. The last time he saw you was when you were children, you’re the youngest Meachum child, so you would have been nine when his plane crashed.
But for a brief moment Danny saw your eyes and there was no mistaking who you were.
Then memories of you and him playing imaginary games on his room, and being a much better monopoly player than your brother. He was very fond of you as a child, and from the looks of it not much had changed.
Still, he was surprised with how wealthy your family was, you were dressed in simple clothes, jeans and a loose-fitted blouse weren’t really good business attire.
Without any better way to catch your attention, Danny found himself knocking on the shop window.
He flinched a little when you dropped a thick stack of books, but it was soon forgotten when you returned his smile and pointed to the door.
His heart stopped.
Did you really remember him?
You certainly didn’t need to tell him twice, Danny was inside the shop in seconds.
He was greeted with a large room completely drowned by books, tall shelves lined the walls as well as several tables scattered on the ground. String lights hung from the ceiling and along a banister that lead to a second floor.
“I’ll be with you a moment.” He heard a voice call, and turned to see you climbing up on a tall ladder to a higher shelf.
“No worries.” He said, watching you descend from the ladder before you walked over to him with a smile.
“Hello, is there anything I can help you with?” You asked him while you started to pull your hair back in a bun at the nape of your neck.
Despite the fleeting feelings of disappointment that you didn’t remember him. He could help but stare at you.
The last time he saw you, you had chubby cheeks and glasses that were far too big for your face and would constantly slip down your nose.
But now you were a young woman, with the same pretty eyes and friendly smile.
You were taller, but now Danny still managed to tower above you.
“Sort of,” He started, now becoming very of aware of how disheveled his appearance was. “Look this is going to sound absolutely mental but it’s me, Danny Rand.”
Your smiled dropped just a tad, and you folded your arms. “I’m sorry?”
“Don’t you remember, Danny Rand?” He said as he reached out to you, only for you to retreat. “Oh come on, we used to be partners in crime and always try to get your brother in trouble.”
Your eyes clamped shut as painful memories that you spent a long time repressing came flooding back. “Listen, I don’t known what joke you’re trying to pull but I don’t find it funny.”
Danny wanted to pull at his hair in frustration, why couldn’t people just hear him out?
“I’m not trying to be funny,” He said, reading the hurt expression in your eyes, he stared to think back on things only the two of you would know. “You have to believe me, Cricket.”
Your eyes snapped to meet his, your expression softening a great deal as he said that nickname.
Not even your siblings knew that Danny called you by that, it was a secret code name between the two of you.
You stepped closer to the man, your gaze narrowing as you got a proper look at him. He held your gaze and you noticed he had the same blue eyes.
Without warning, you grabbed into his hand. “Come with me.” You ordered, dragging him into the nearest supply closet you could find.
You flicked on the lightswitch and started to hold onto your head. Even with your eyes closed you knew Danny was about to speak so you hushed him before he got the chance.
“Be quiet,” You inhaled deeply before opening your eyes to meet his. “If you’re really who you say you are, tell me why Danny gave me that nickname.”
Part of you hoped he was lying, that he was some raving lunatic who was just trying to get a rise out you.
But the more you looked at the man in front of you, the more you saw of his mannerisms and expressions, you saw Danny.
You were young when his family plane crashed in the Himalayas, but you still remember the boy who would give you piggy back rides and do stupid puzzles with you.
“You had this book when you were really little, maybe three or four years old,” Danny started, his brows furrowing in the center as he recalled the memories. “It was by Eric Carle, uh, ‘The Very Quiet Cricket’ right?”
He didn’t even need to clarify if you believed him because before he could even speak you tackled him into a hug.
“It is you!” You said, your arms were wrapped around his neck as you pulled him to you.
Danny could’ve cried right then and there.
Finally, someone believed him.
He pulled you in close as well, his nose burrowing itself into the crook of your neck. “It’s me, it’s Danny.”
You pulled back from him as your hands cradled his face. “Hi!”
Danny laughed, leaning into your hold. “Hello.”
“God, I was such a bitch to you before, I’m so sorry, if I had known-” You were saying all of the incredibly fast, and Danny had to cut you off before you talked yourself into a frenzy.
“It’s fine, you believe me and that’s what matters.” He assured you.
“Look at you,” You said, your hands running through his messy beard and his curly hair. “You look so…different now.”
He was about to reply when he remembered where you both were standing. “Aren’t we gonna get in trouble for being in here?”
“What? No, I own this bookshop,” You told him, shutting off the light. “But you’re right, we can go back to my place.”
You let your workers know you were taking the day off, then you drove Danny back to your house.
“I still can’t believe, after all this time,” You said over your shoulder as you entered your front door, throwing your coat onto the rack before disappearing into one of the rooms.
Danny took the opportunity to look around, it was exactly the kind of place he could picture you living. Just like your shop, there were books everywhere, and you had several paintings and decorations hung up on the walls.
You used to always complain about how empty your family house was, for a wealthy family the decor was always a ‘minimalistic nightmare of black and silver’ in your own words.
But your place felt like a home, with bright colors and knickknacks as far as the eye could see.
“Have you spoken to Joy and Ward yet?” You asked him once you sat him down in your living room with a hot mug of tea.
“That’s a funny story,” Danny said as he took a drink from the mug. “They’re not really interested in seeing me right now.”
You sat down in the chair across him. “Why not?”
“They don’t think I’m who I say I am,” He said as he set the tea down and looked at you with a warm smile. “You’re the first person actually.”
“Though I had a feeling if I found you, you’d understand,” He said, leaning his chin in his hand. “You and I understood each other.”
You smiled through your tea mug. “I remember, all those times we’d play hide and seek in the house, I could always find you.”
“I always let you find me,” He corrected, watching you laugh with the same crooked smile you had when you were little. “Look at you now, all grown up.”
The two of you shared a comfortable silence for a few minutes before you spoke up again. “I have to ask though, what are you doing here?”
Danny leaned back in his chair. “I’ve come to get my life back, and you’re the only one who can help me.”