H50 Fic - "A Time to Kill (Titles Are Hard)"
Title: A Time to Kill (Titles Are Hard)
Author: LadyMacbeth
Genre/Pairing: Gen, can be seen a Steve/Danno preslash
Rating: PG
Word Count: 333
Warnings None
Disclaimer: “Hawaii Five-O” and its characters belong to people who are very much not me.
Summary: Danny is thoughtful and Steve is a cheesebag.
Note: This has been sitting on my computer since Steve took that header off that cliff…
*****
Weeks later, when the cast comes off, Danny picks Steve up at the hospital. He waits outside the car, reclining against it cross-legged, hands in his pockets. He waits almost ten minutes, face set in an easy frown, eyes narrowed against the sun. He resists the urge to drum his fingers and look at his watch. It’s a beautiful day - a day that should be spent doing anything but waiting. But then Steve’s out the door and jogging towards him, smile growing as the distance shrinks.
“Danno.” There’s no hiding the affection (or the slight surprise) in the tone. Steve’s grin is ear to ear. “I thought Kamekona was going to-”
“I was free,” Danny buts in, shrugging his shoulders like the gesture means nothing. Steve beams at him anyway.
“So, what’s first on the menu?” Danny says quickly, trying to change the subject. He breaks Steve’s too-happy gaze to glance at his surroundings. “I imagine there’s a lot of pent up craziness in there,” his hand flicks out and gestures at Steve on instinct, “so I figured I’d keep an eye on you, make sure you didn’t blow anything up.” He dares a glance back at Steve, and instantly regrets it. The look Steve is giving him is so damn… Danny isn’t sure he has a word for it, but it makes his heart beat a little faster and his cheeks tingle with the first hint of a blush.
“What?” he finally barks, crossing his arms defensively and shifting his feet.
Steve just keeps smiling, but his hands come up from his sides. Without breaking eye contact, he points at himself with his right hand and then outward, where the left pointer finger joins it.
Danny’s breathe catches in his throat when Steve separates his fingers in an arc, curving them until they angle downward to meet before he points his finger once more, this time right at Danny, while holding up two fingers of his other hand.
Steve’s smile is blinding.
Author: LadyMacbeth
Genre/Pairing: Gen, can be seen a Steve/Danno preslash
Rating: PG
Word Count: 333
Warnings None
Disclaimer: “Hawaii Five-O” and its characters belong to people who are very much not me.
Summary: Danny is thoughtful and Steve is a cheesebag.
Note: This has been sitting on my computer since Steve took that header off that cliff…
*****
Weeks later, when the cast comes off, Danny picks Steve up at the hospital. He waits outside the car, reclining against it cross-legged, hands in his pockets. He waits almost ten minutes, face set in an easy frown, eyes narrowed against the sun. He resists the urge to drum his fingers and look at his watch. It’s a beautiful day - a day that should be spent doing anything but waiting. But then Steve’s out the door and jogging towards him, smile growing as the distance shrinks.
“Danno.” There’s no hiding the affection (or the slight surprise) in the tone. Steve’s grin is ear to ear. “I thought Kamekona was going to-”
“I was free,” Danny buts in, shrugging his shoulders like the gesture means nothing. Steve beams at him anyway.
“So, what’s first on the menu?” Danny says quickly, trying to change the subject. He breaks Steve’s too-happy gaze to glance at his surroundings. “I imagine there’s a lot of pent up craziness in there,” his hand flicks out and gestures at Steve on instinct, “so I figured I’d keep an eye on you, make sure you didn’t blow anything up.” He dares a glance back at Steve, and instantly regrets it. The look Steve is giving him is so damn… Danny isn’t sure he has a word for it, but it makes his heart beat a little faster and his cheeks tingle with the first hint of a blush.
“What?” he finally barks, crossing his arms defensively and shifting his feet.
Steve just keeps smiling, but his hands come up from his sides. Without breaking eye contact, he points at himself with his right hand and then outward, where the left pointer finger joins it.
Danny’s breathe catches in his throat when Steve separates his fingers in an arc, curving them until they angle downward to meet before he points his finger once more, this time right at Danny, while holding up two fingers of his other hand.
Steve’s smile is blinding.