[fic] New Ground - Hawaii Five-0 AU
Title: New Ground
Fandom(s): Hawaii Five-0
Pairing: gen
Rating: G
Word Count: 675
Written for: tvrealm's genre swap challenge; H50 as an urban fantasy show
A/N: Under the cut after the story; this is basically for tailoredshirt, who encouraged my bad ideas.
They were just outside the suspect’s house, and Steve was staring off into space again, listening to something in the distance. Danny heaved a loud, dramatic sigh to get his attention, and a disapproving frown line formed between Steve’s eyebrows on an otherwise blank face.
Danny felt a ball of annoyance fly right at him, and he staggered backward under the force of it. He gritted his teeth -- his own annoyance level was quite adequate all on its own, thank you very much, Steve -- as a small smile flickered at the corners of Steve’s mouth.
Steve nodded at something Danny couldn’t hear and clapped his hands together with finality. “Kono says she and Chin checked out the ex-husband. He has an alibi.”
“Okay, so… petty thief is our only hope?” Danny asked.
“After you,” Steve replied, gesturing toward the door.
“Oh, pearls before swine? That’s nice, partner. Real sweet of you,” Danny said, strolling toward the front door.
Steve followed behind him and promptly pounded on the door with the side of his fist. “Open up, HPD!” he yelled, right in Danny’s ear.
“Ah, Jesus, you are such a Neanderthal, you know that?” Danny complained, rubbing his ear.
“Now you know how I feel,” Steve muttered.
“Like a caveman?” Danny batted back.
The door swung open. Behind it stood a skinny kid in a muscle tee who wore his dark hair slicked back. ‘Classy,’ Danny thought.
“Johnny D?” Steve asked, shoving his badge in the kid’s face.
Danny rolled his eyes.
The kid bolted back into the house.
Danny stepped toward the swinging door to give chase, but Steve held out an arm to hold him back, and Danny felt the jangle of confusion from Steve.
The jangle disappeared about the same time the considering look on Steve’s face cleared. “He’s morphing,” Steve said. “And it’s something big. I’ve never heard bones like that before.” Then he threw a grin at Danny and charged into the house.
A wave of exhilaration thumped into Danny’s chest. “Great,” he muttered. “My own partner is turning me into an adrenaline junkie.” He mentally pushed through the thrum of energy Steve was emanating, searching for a trace of the kid while stepping into his house.
What he discovered was alarming.
“Steve!” he called out, drawing his sidearm and speeding forward into the house. “He’s not scared or panicking! He’s --” Danny turned a corner, almost running smack into Steve, who was currently facing down an eight-foot dragon.
“Leading us into a trap,” Steve finished for him.
Steve stood staring up at the dragon (aka their suspect, Johnny D) in an awestruck way that Danny could have found comical, under other circumstances.
Then Steve said, “He’s breathing in,” and before Danny could adjust to the spike in Steve’s excitement level, Steve was shoving Danny back around the corner and diving to the side himself.
The dragon let loose a belch of flames, and Danny heard the crack of superheated air.
Later, Danny would tell a different story in his paperwork, but in the moment, he watched in disbelief as Steve scrambled up the dragon’s back like he was out on his weekly rock climbing expedition, and socked the dragon in the eye.
In the eye.
The dragon crumpled to the ground with Steve still on top of it, and Danny realized that it wasn’t not just hunching over; the dragon was morphing back into its human form.
Johnny D howled with pain as Steve slapped the silver-coated handcuffs on his wrists, binding him to human form.
“So,” Danny said, clapping his hands together to get Steve’s attention, “that was a neat trick. Where’d you learn to do that?”
“Do what?” Steve asked, hauling Johnny D to his feet.
“Oh, you know…” Danny mimed throwing a punch, then pointed at his own eye.
Steve shrugged, trying to look cool and aloof, but the effect was ruined by the fact that Danny could feel his smugness from all the way across the room. “Dunno,” Steve said. “I heard it works on sharks.”
So there is actually a lot more to this 'verse than I ended up writing... I didn't even get to the part about how Johnny D is obviously a dragon because he obsessively watches over his hoard of junk, or that 5-0 ends up using his place as an evidence locker because he does keep such a close watch over all the crap in there. Also, in addition to Steve having super-hearing (which may or may not have been given to him by the government -- that information is classified) and Danny being an empath, Chin & Kono are obviously were-dolphins, Jenna has psychometry, Wo Fat can teleport, and Kamekona can manipulate heat. So. There's that.
Fandom(s): Hawaii Five-0
Pairing: gen
Rating: G
Word Count: 675
Written for: tvrealm's genre swap challenge; H50 as an urban fantasy show
A/N: Under the cut after the story; this is basically for tailoredshirt, who encouraged my bad ideas.
They were just outside the suspect’s house, and Steve was staring off into space again, listening to something in the distance. Danny heaved a loud, dramatic sigh to get his attention, and a disapproving frown line formed between Steve’s eyebrows on an otherwise blank face.
Danny felt a ball of annoyance fly right at him, and he staggered backward under the force of it. He gritted his teeth -- his own annoyance level was quite adequate all on its own, thank you very much, Steve -- as a small smile flickered at the corners of Steve’s mouth.
Steve nodded at something Danny couldn’t hear and clapped his hands together with finality. “Kono says she and Chin checked out the ex-husband. He has an alibi.”
“Okay, so… petty thief is our only hope?” Danny asked.
“After you,” Steve replied, gesturing toward the door.
“Oh, pearls before swine? That’s nice, partner. Real sweet of you,” Danny said, strolling toward the front door.
Steve followed behind him and promptly pounded on the door with the side of his fist. “Open up, HPD!” he yelled, right in Danny’s ear.
“Ah, Jesus, you are such a Neanderthal, you know that?” Danny complained, rubbing his ear.
“Now you know how I feel,” Steve muttered.
“Like a caveman?” Danny batted back.
The door swung open. Behind it stood a skinny kid in a muscle tee who wore his dark hair slicked back. ‘Classy,’ Danny thought.
“Johnny D?” Steve asked, shoving his badge in the kid’s face.
Danny rolled his eyes.
The kid bolted back into the house.
Danny stepped toward the swinging door to give chase, but Steve held out an arm to hold him back, and Danny felt the jangle of confusion from Steve.
The jangle disappeared about the same time the considering look on Steve’s face cleared. “He’s morphing,” Steve said. “And it’s something big. I’ve never heard bones like that before.” Then he threw a grin at Danny and charged into the house.
A wave of exhilaration thumped into Danny’s chest. “Great,” he muttered. “My own partner is turning me into an adrenaline junkie.” He mentally pushed through the thrum of energy Steve was emanating, searching for a trace of the kid while stepping into his house.
What he discovered was alarming.
“Steve!” he called out, drawing his sidearm and speeding forward into the house. “He’s not scared or panicking! He’s --” Danny turned a corner, almost running smack into Steve, who was currently facing down an eight-foot dragon.
“Leading us into a trap,” Steve finished for him.
Steve stood staring up at the dragon (aka their suspect, Johnny D) in an awestruck way that Danny could have found comical, under other circumstances.
Then Steve said, “He’s breathing in,” and before Danny could adjust to the spike in Steve’s excitement level, Steve was shoving Danny back around the corner and diving to the side himself.
The dragon let loose a belch of flames, and Danny heard the crack of superheated air.
Later, Danny would tell a different story in his paperwork, but in the moment, he watched in disbelief as Steve scrambled up the dragon’s back like he was out on his weekly rock climbing expedition, and socked the dragon in the eye.
In the eye.
The dragon crumpled to the ground with Steve still on top of it, and Danny realized that it wasn’t not just hunching over; the dragon was morphing back into its human form.
Johnny D howled with pain as Steve slapped the silver-coated handcuffs on his wrists, binding him to human form.
“So,” Danny said, clapping his hands together to get Steve’s attention, “that was a neat trick. Where’d you learn to do that?”
“Do what?” Steve asked, hauling Johnny D to his feet.
“Oh, you know…” Danny mimed throwing a punch, then pointed at his own eye.
Steve shrugged, trying to look cool and aloof, but the effect was ruined by the fact that Danny could feel his smugness from all the way across the room. “Dunno,” Steve said. “I heard it works on sharks.”
So there is actually a lot more to this 'verse than I ended up writing... I didn't even get to the part about how Johnny D is obviously a dragon because he obsessively watches over his hoard of junk, or that 5-0 ends up using his place as an evidence locker because he does keep such a close watch over all the crap in there. Also, in addition to Steve having super-hearing (which may or may not have been given to him by the government -- that information is classified) and Danny being an empath, Chin & Kono are obviously were-dolphins, Jenna has psychometry, Wo Fat can teleport, and Kamekona can manipulate heat. So. There's that.