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stellarmeadow while on the Tube to Hanson gig number 3, following her prompt to use Danny's tie a little differently than usual. It grew a little bigger than expected.
It should have been nice, it was supposed to be. But of course, when you're hanging out with someone like Steve McGarrett, Mister Steve Trouble-Is-My-Stalker, second name I-Am-Not-A-Coward-And-Will-Confront-It-Head-On McGarrett, even a supposedly quiet breakfast in 'the best joint of Oahu' - Steve's words - had to turn into a shoot-out.
Truth be told, it wasn't Steve's fault, he didn't start it, and he and Danny merely protected themselves when bullets started flying in their direction - aimed at a couple if guys having coffee at a nearby table.
But still. Fucking McGarrett and his propensity for attracting shit and allowing it to stick to him like glue. This wouldn't - no, wait, this would happen in Jersey, but Danny would know where to go for this not to happen.
Steve overturns the table their breakfast was laid on and both he and Danny slide behind it, and Steve looks at Danny after throwing a glance over their feeble shield.
"4 of them. Danny," Steve gives him that Look, the one that makes Danny buckle his seatbelt and send prayers to all the Gods because he's going to get shot. That's when Danny notices the blood, spreading over Steve's cargoes rapidly. "You should have enough cover if you go around the back."
But Danny's not listening anymore, on his knees next to Steve, fingers tearing at the bullet hole in Steve's pants, tearing the fabric quickly, the ripping sound echoing in his head as he sees the blood gushing from Steve's thigh.
"Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. Not on my watch, McGarrett, no way, fuck that!"
"Danny, it's nothing - the shooters, Danny, the shooters!"
Steve grabs the back of Danny's head, knocking their foreheads together as his teeth clink harshly. Danny pushes back, his fingers leaving red, sick imprints on Steve's shirt. He looks back down at the wound and starts undoing his tie.
"No. First of all they're four I'm one, I know you're a Super SEAL and you could probably take care of all of them with one hand but I'm not, okay, I'm just a Detective, and I have a daughter, and I am not going to die over breakfast, okay, Grace will never forgive me."
As he talks, Danny finishes undoing his tie and wraps it just over the bullet wound, still sputtering blood, dripping down along Steve's leg, soaking Danny's tie thoroughly, the blue gone in a second, replaced by a crimson color that makes Danny want to puke and fuck, fuck, Danny's pretty sure that's not a major artery but he's not 100% certain, okay, he's never been that good at biology. He presses his palm to his makeshift bandage as he finally looks up at Steve, seeing him apparently fighting to open his eyes.
"Hey, hey you goof, I wasn't finished talking, don't you dare going on me!"
"No, Danno. Listening."
Steve sounds way too weak and his voice is softer than usual, his teeth gritted together.
"Okay, good. Second of all, what sort of schmuck are you to think I'll leave you to bleed to death? I know, I know, you can splint your own arm but you're not fucking Superman, okay? And between dying myself, or staying here to make sure you don't die, the choice is easy."
There is still bullets, fuck, but the sounds are outside, now, not as close as they were. Danny's fingers are trembling when he thumbs at his phone, calling for backup and an ambulance. When he's done, he drops his phone to the ground and tries not to notice the blood soaking his tie, his hands, his shirt, everything.
"Hey, Steve - Steve!"
"Huh? Wha'?"
"Grace will never forgive me if you die, too, so you're not allowed, okay? Stay with me, Steven, c'mon, tell me a story."
"Can't. Classified."
Steve has the strength to smile, it seems, and the sight is such reassurance to Danny he feels like he's going to start sobbing. He brings their foreheads together again, this time gentle, his eyes boring into Steve's heavy-lidded ones.
"Asshole."
Danny can hear the ambulance's sirens.
"You love me anyway."
He can also hear his phone ring, but he doesn't reach for it.
"It's a wonder why."
There are no more sounds of guns and bullets and glass shattering.
"Hey, Danno?"
It's like they're alone in a broken world.
"Yeah?"
Danny won't let Steve go away.
"Thank you."
Danny just won't.
"Don't mention it, babe."
stellarmeadow while on the Tube to Hanson gig number 3, following her prompt to use Danny's tie a little differently than usual. It grew a little bigger than expected.It should have been nice, it was supposed to be. But of course, when you're hanging out with someone like Steve McGarrett, Mister Steve Trouble-Is-My-Stalker, second name I-Am-Not-A-Coward-And-Will-Confront-It-Head-On McGarrett, even a supposedly quiet breakfast in 'the best joint of Oahu' - Steve's words - had to turn into a shoot-out.
Truth be told, it wasn't Steve's fault, he didn't start it, and he and Danny merely protected themselves when bullets started flying in their direction - aimed at a couple if guys having coffee at a nearby table.
But still. Fucking McGarrett and his propensity for attracting shit and allowing it to stick to him like glue. This wouldn't - no, wait, this would happen in Jersey, but Danny would know where to go for this not to happen.
Steve overturns the table their breakfast was laid on and both he and Danny slide behind it, and Steve looks at Danny after throwing a glance over their feeble shield.
"4 of them. Danny," Steve gives him that Look, the one that makes Danny buckle his seatbelt and send prayers to all the Gods because he's going to get shot. That's when Danny notices the blood, spreading over Steve's cargoes rapidly. "You should have enough cover if you go around the back."
But Danny's not listening anymore, on his knees next to Steve, fingers tearing at the bullet hole in Steve's pants, tearing the fabric quickly, the ripping sound echoing in his head as he sees the blood gushing from Steve's thigh.
"Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. Not on my watch, McGarrett, no way, fuck that!"
"Danny, it's nothing - the shooters, Danny, the shooters!"
Steve grabs the back of Danny's head, knocking their foreheads together as his teeth clink harshly. Danny pushes back, his fingers leaving red, sick imprints on Steve's shirt. He looks back down at the wound and starts undoing his tie.
"No. First of all they're four I'm one, I know you're a Super SEAL and you could probably take care of all of them with one hand but I'm not, okay, I'm just a Detective, and I have a daughter, and I am not going to die over breakfast, okay, Grace will never forgive me."
As he talks, Danny finishes undoing his tie and wraps it just over the bullet wound, still sputtering blood, dripping down along Steve's leg, soaking Danny's tie thoroughly, the blue gone in a second, replaced by a crimson color that makes Danny want to puke and fuck, fuck, Danny's pretty sure that's not a major artery but he's not 100% certain, okay, he's never been that good at biology. He presses his palm to his makeshift bandage as he finally looks up at Steve, seeing him apparently fighting to open his eyes.
"Hey, hey you goof, I wasn't finished talking, don't you dare going on me!"
"No, Danno. Listening."
Steve sounds way too weak and his voice is softer than usual, his teeth gritted together.
"Okay, good. Second of all, what sort of schmuck are you to think I'll leave you to bleed to death? I know, I know, you can splint your own arm but you're not fucking Superman, okay? And between dying myself, or staying here to make sure you don't die, the choice is easy."
There is still bullets, fuck, but the sounds are outside, now, not as close as they were. Danny's fingers are trembling when he thumbs at his phone, calling for backup and an ambulance. When he's done, he drops his phone to the ground and tries not to notice the blood soaking his tie, his hands, his shirt, everything.
"Hey, Steve - Steve!"
"Huh? Wha'?"
"Grace will never forgive me if you die, too, so you're not allowed, okay? Stay with me, Steven, c'mon, tell me a story."
"Can't. Classified."
Steve has the strength to smile, it seems, and the sight is such reassurance to Danny he feels like he's going to start sobbing. He brings their foreheads together again, this time gentle, his eyes boring into Steve's heavy-lidded ones.
"Asshole."
Danny can hear the ambulance's sirens.
"You love me anyway."
He can also hear his phone ring, but he doesn't reach for it.
"It's a wonder why."
There are no more sounds of guns and bullets and glass shattering.
"Hey, Danno?"
It's like they're alone in a broken world.
"Yeah?"
Danny won't let Steve go away.
"Thank you."
Danny just won't.
"Don't mention it, babe."
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Date: 2011-06-08 05:45 am (UTC)God I'm glad, I always feel so insecure about action scenes.
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Date: 2011-06-09 08:39 am (UTC)Oh, my heart, it is filled with so much. <3
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Date: 2011-06-15 10:28 am (UTC)I really liked how through it all Danny kept bitching away! Just so him. :) But poor Danny's going to have bad memories about his ties now. Steve'll have to make it up to him somehow when he gets better! ;-p
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Date: 2011-06-15 10:44 am (UTC)(And thought I'd just let you know I added you as a friend.)