delicatale | Phenomenal cosmic powers, itty-bitty living space; PG-13; ~800 words

Written for

shoot_the_curl, with the prompt 'my wish is your command'. I had no idea, and

stjarna1984 told me 'Steve is a Genie!' and I wrote this on my way to work in the Tube, because of her. So, yeah. Basically, Steve is a Genie, Danny finds the lamp, shenanigans happen.

There are little upsides to the whole 'I found a lamp, rubbed it, and a genie appeared' debacle. The lamp had belonged to the late Mrs McGarrett, and Danny found it in the depths of the McGarrett garage during his investigation into Mr McGarrett's murder. The problem is, Danny rubbed the lamp and a hunk of a genie came out of it, wearing cargo pants and a way too tight t-shirt, promising three wishes and not one more, all the while uncovering the Marquis tarped up in the garage, throwing fond looks at it.

That's how Danny finds himself shackled to Steve. Because he can't be called Genie, no, and be blue and huge and funny looking, no, he has to be tall and dark and handsome and very touchable, too. And he also has to be completely mental, ridicule Danny's living arrangements, and enjoy firearms.

Danny's first wish is to see Grace more, and just like that, it's done, she's here with him every two weeks, just as much time with him as with Rachel, all rounded up with official papers. Steve looks so pleased Danny wants to punch him in the mouth, but at the same time he falls in love with him a little.

Danny's second wish is to sort Chin out, and again, it's so easy, a look in Steve's eyes, a nod, and then everything unravels and Chin and his family are cleared and speaking to each other again.

It's pretty fucking cool, but now Danny has one wish left, and then Steve will disappear from their lives, back in his lamp, never to be seen again, and the thought twists Danny's heart in a way he doesn't like. So he stalls, he doesn’t wish for anything in ages. And Steve stays, he stays for months and doesn’t say anything.

They're sitting in Danny's apartment, beers cooling their fingertips, because Steve is a Genie who drinks beer, when Steve brings it up.

"So. One wish left."

"Hm. Yeah."

"You know, I really like the McGarretts’ house. It's a nice place. I could fix it right up."

Danny frowns, not quite sure what Steve means by that. "Okay?"

"But, of course, if that was to happen, you'd have to wish me free..."

Danny looks at Steve over his beer, feeling a smile tug at the corners of his lips. "Ah."

Steve looks agitated, trying to rein it in and obviously failing, his beer passing from one hand to the other. "Yeah. You know, I've been stuck in that lamp for a while now, and then you came along, and, man, I’d forgotten how nice the outside air smells."

"You'd stick around if I did this?"

Danny has a hard time admitting he wants to know, more for his own benefit than anybody else’s. Steve nods eagerly, a smile on his lips.

"Of course!"

"I'm just saying, because Grace got used to having you around. Wouldn't want you to vanish, she'd be really upset."

Steve nods, his eyes telling another story. "Of course not."

"And Chin and Kono, they like you a lot, you know. Kono's even taking after you a little, as scary as it is."

Steve licks his lips. "I'll stick around, Danny."

Danny closes his mouth, ready to start another tirade about the Governor and all the women in Hawaii that want into Steve's pants, but Steve's look cuts him short.

"Okay. Okay, then. I wish for you to be free."

Nothing much happens, of course it's not like Aladdin with the shackles and everything, no. Steve just smiles, and murmurs, "Your wish...not my command any more."

And then he's standing up and hauling Danny up by the shirt, prompting a cascade of protests that die on Danny's lips as Steve kisses him, hard and wet and wanting, enough to make Danny's knees go weak, for his hands to grip Steve's shirt as tight as they can.

The kiss lasts for an eternity and not quite long enough, but when Danny blinks his eyes open, back to reality, he and Steve are lying down on his fold-out sofa and they've lost their shirts somewhere in between. Okay, Danny can deal with that.

"So what, now you're not a Genie any more, and that's it? You kiss a lot of people for that?"

Steve looks down at Danny with a fond smile, fingers brushing the side of Danny's neck. He doesn't even answer Danny, and Danny knows it's not really necessary.

"If you buy the old McGarrett house, can I move in? This is no place to raise a little girl."

Steve grins, and Danny wonders for a moment with what money will Steve buy the house. And then decides he's pretty sure he doesn't want to know.

"Yeah. Yeah, you can."