Imagine Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Coming Home- Denny Duquette

Title: Coming Home

Character: Denny Duquette

TV: Grey's Anatomy

Warnings: None. Fluff

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Denny checked his watch and adjusted the cuff of his sweater as he sighed. He was a jealous, impatient man at times. Not in a bad way, of course; he was just missing his girl.

Y/N Krane was the light in his life. She gave him a new meaning to living when he was at his lowest.

There for him during his troubles and transplant, she did everything to take care of him. Even when he was a righteous asshole and didn't deserve an ounce of sympathy or love.

It had been two years since his successful surgery and Denny dedicated his life to making Y/N feel loved.

There had been a death in her family, one of her cousins having passed away from their injuries resulting from a car crash.

He had wanted to go, but he had an important check up scheduled for his heart. Y/N wasn't going to let him miss it.

The door to Gate C3 opened, the passengers all hurrying to get to their belongings.

Denny craned his neck this way and that, trying to see the top of Y/N’s head. Standing on his tiptoes, he finally saw the familiar pattern of Y/N’s favorite plaid button down shirt.

It was open, a black shirt underneath it with her jacket draped over her arm. She wore a backpack and had the other bag in her hand.

Stopping at the edge of the carpet, he watched her as she scanned the busy airport,  a frown was on her face and her brow pinched.

The smile that Denny had when he originally saw her, slowly slipped from his face. He knew that there were very few of her family that she got along with and he was instantly worried.

She finally spotted him. He saw her bottom lip quivering before her she bit it. Oh this was not good.

She briskly walked over to Denny, dropping her bag and jacket when she got to him.

Without any words, Y/N hugged him, her arms tight around his shoulders. Their faces buried in each others necks, they both breathed in deeply, a content sigh leaving them at the familiar scent of one another.

Denny lifted his head slightly, his lips near her ear, “I missed you, baby,”

He felt her squeeze him as she kissed his neck, “Missed you too Denny,”

Her voice was teary and thick with emotion. He pulled back lifting her head with both hands.

He wanted to ask her if she was alright, but she beat him to it, “Can we go home? I'm so wore out,”

His thumbs caressed the dark circles under her eyes just below her glasses, “Yeah. Let's go Sweetheart,”

Kissing her forehead, Denny then bent at the waist and picked up her bag as she put on her coat.

He held his hand out to her, threading their fingers together the second her palms touched his.

The ride home was too quiet; not even the sound of the radio helped fill the void. Even though Y/N napped, her face and body were strained.
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Denny touched the half hoop, gauge earring that dangled from Y/N’s earlobe, waking her up.

“We're home,” he said, softly.

As she sat up and gave him a tired smile, her back popped.

Denny was out and over at her door, helping her swaying body out of the car.