[Hawaii Five-0] Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
Title: Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
Author:
kitsune_tsuki
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Word Count: ~ 780
Disclaimer: In no way, shape, or form do these characters belong to me.
Summary: Considering the way they first met, Danny's trying - very hard - to think of this as progress.
Notes: I was rambling about Science Guy!Steve earlier, and then there was this XKCD comic. ...*hands*
Considering the way they first met, Danny's trying - very hard - to think of this as progress.
"I said I was sorry!"
Danny bites down on the urge to yell because that wouldn't be very helpful in this situation and keeps slogging onwards, Steve following along behind him. They're wet and miserable and Steve is going to get so much shit for this. So. Much.
"Danny?"
And just. Danny cannot even believe how the hell this keeps happening, but when Steve's involved he should know better by now.
"Sharks, Steven," he says. "Fucking sharks."
And, of course. Of course that just sets Steve off on what amazing predators they are, millions of years and they've hardly changed and seriously. To anyone else, to anyone sane, that might have been a bit of a warning sign right the hell there, but Steve?
No.
Steve hears a challenge in there somewhere, like trying to improve on something nature seems to think is pretty damn near perfect is something he can do, and Jesus Christ. Forget Deep Blue Sea, this is like asking to make Jurassic Park a reality because Steve could probably do it.
Danny takes a calming breath and turns around to face Steve, never mind the fact they're in some madman's underwater base of operations trying to get the hell out. "Next time," Danny says because he knows Steve well enough to know there will be a next time. "How about you play mad scientist with something less likely to turn on its creators and destroy all of humankind?"
Steve makes a face that says, clear as anything, he thinks Danny's exaggerating. Like Danny didn't just save both of them from a goddamn genetically altered shark that could probably have given Toast a run for his money at hacking.
Because hey, why stop at messing around with its DNA when you can implant computers or whatever the hell else in its brain, and Jesus Christ. He cannot believe Steve didn't think this whole thing smacked of an evil overlord trying to take over the world with his shark army. Navy. Whatthefuckever.
"Don't," Danny says, holding a hand up to stop Steve and his ode to sharks and how much he fanboys them. "I get it, sharks are fantastic and wonderful and not at all death machines."
Steve gets the stubborn, mulish look on his face and crosses his arms. "They kind of are, though," he says.
The fact that Danny knows Steve's referring the "death machines" part is not what worries him. He knows how Steve is. It's just.
"No." Whatever Steve is thinking about now? Just. "Oh, hell no," Danny says. "Whatever you're thinking about? Forget it. No more mad scientist for you."
Steve pouts. Honest-to-God pouts. "...Fine."
Danny's eyes narrow. That was not a "fine" as in, "Fine. You are completely right, Danny, I will never again play mad scientist with something that might eat me," that was more of a "God, okay, fine. I will totally humor you to get you to drop the subject, but will be back to doing my best to give you a major coronary by playing mad scientist with, like, fucking piranhas the moment you aren't looking".
But because he knows Steve, all he says is, "Grace."
Steve is training Grace as his protege, the two of them taking delight in blowing the shit out of things in the name of science. He knows Steve would never even think of playing mad scientist like this if Grace were around, even though she's with Steve in thinking sharks are incredible and wonderful and all-around awesome and could be improved with something like laser-vision. (Danny's willing to admit that last might be more his fault because Grace has picked up his love for comic books.)
"...Not fair," Steve says, wilting. Like Danny's spoiling all his fun just to be a bastard.
Danny smirks because fuck no, it's not. Nowhere near, but it's the only way he's going to be able to keep Steve from getting himself into these situations. For a little while at least. "Tough."
Steve snorts, mouth ticking up into a half smile, and oh, shit. Danny might have just stopped him from creating more unholy abominations like that goddamned shark, but he remembers Steve talking about branching out into robotics, and Jesus. He knows how that movie ends.
"If you create Skynet, I will never forgive you," he says.
Steve nods and places a hand over his heart, swearing he won't create Skynet and therefore doom humankind, but Danny knows that's so much bullshit.
"Fuck it," he mutters. At least he'll have Kono and Chin to teach Grace everything she'll need to know to save the world from Steve's goddamned robot overlords.
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Author:
kitsune_tsuki
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Word Count: ~ 780
Disclaimer: In no way, shape, or form do these characters belong to me.
Summary: Considering the way they first met, Danny's trying - very hard - to think of this as progress.
Notes: I was rambling about Science Guy!Steve earlier, and then there was this XKCD comic. ...*hands*
Considering the way they first met, Danny's trying - very hard - to think of this as progress.
"I said I was sorry!"
Danny bites down on the urge to yell because that wouldn't be very helpful in this situation and keeps slogging onwards, Steve following along behind him. They're wet and miserable and Steve is going to get so much shit for this. So. Much.
"Danny?"
And just. Danny cannot even believe how the hell this keeps happening, but when Steve's involved he should know better by now.
"Sharks, Steven," he says. "Fucking sharks."
And, of course. Of course that just sets Steve off on what amazing predators they are, millions of years and they've hardly changed and seriously. To anyone else, to anyone sane, that might have been a bit of a warning sign right the hell there, but Steve?
No.
Steve hears a challenge in there somewhere, like trying to improve on something nature seems to think is pretty damn near perfect is something he can do, and Jesus Christ. Forget Deep Blue Sea, this is like asking to make Jurassic Park a reality because Steve could probably do it.
Danny takes a calming breath and turns around to face Steve, never mind the fact they're in some madman's underwater base of operations trying to get the hell out. "Next time," Danny says because he knows Steve well enough to know there will be a next time. "How about you play mad scientist with something less likely to turn on its creators and destroy all of humankind?"
Steve makes a face that says, clear as anything, he thinks Danny's exaggerating. Like Danny didn't just save both of them from a goddamn genetically altered shark that could probably have given Toast a run for his money at hacking.
Because hey, why stop at messing around with its DNA when you can implant computers or whatever the hell else in its brain, and Jesus Christ. He cannot believe Steve didn't think this whole thing smacked of an evil overlord trying to take over the world with his shark army. Navy. Whatthefuckever.
"Don't," Danny says, holding a hand up to stop Steve and his ode to sharks and how much he fanboys them. "I get it, sharks are fantastic and wonderful and not at all death machines."
Steve gets the stubborn, mulish look on his face and crosses his arms. "They kind of are, though," he says.
The fact that Danny knows Steve's referring the "death machines" part is not what worries him. He knows how Steve is. It's just.
"No." Whatever Steve is thinking about now? Just. "Oh, hell no," Danny says. "Whatever you're thinking about? Forget it. No more mad scientist for you."
Steve pouts. Honest-to-God pouts. "...Fine."
Danny's eyes narrow. That was not a "fine" as in, "Fine. You are completely right, Danny, I will never again play mad scientist with something that might eat me," that was more of a "God, okay, fine. I will totally humor you to get you to drop the subject, but will be back to doing my best to give you a major coronary by playing mad scientist with, like, fucking piranhas the moment you aren't looking".
But because he knows Steve, all he says is, "Grace."
Steve is training Grace as his protege, the two of them taking delight in blowing the shit out of things in the name of science. He knows Steve would never even think of playing mad scientist like this if Grace were around, even though she's with Steve in thinking sharks are incredible and wonderful and all-around awesome and could be improved with something like laser-vision. (Danny's willing to admit that last might be more his fault because Grace has picked up his love for comic books.)
"...Not fair," Steve says, wilting. Like Danny's spoiling all his fun just to be a bastard.
Danny smirks because fuck no, it's not. Nowhere near, but it's the only way he's going to be able to keep Steve from getting himself into these situations. For a little while at least. "Tough."
Steve snorts, mouth ticking up into a half smile, and oh, shit. Danny might have just stopped him from creating more unholy abominations like that goddamned shark, but he remembers Steve talking about branching out into robotics, and Jesus. He knows how that movie ends.
"If you create Skynet, I will never forgive you," he says.
Steve nods and places a hand over his heart, swearing he won't create Skynet and therefore doom humankind, but Danny knows that's so much bullshit.
"Fuck it," he mutters. At least he'll have Kono and Chin to teach Grace everything she'll need to know to save the world from Steve's goddamned robot overlords.
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