Hawaii 5-0 (2010) Fic: Capital Health Stroke and Cerebrovascular Center
Title: Capital Health Stroke and Cerebrovascular Center
Fandom: Hawaii 5-0 (2010)
Characters/Pairing: Williams Family OC’s, Danny Williams, Grace Williams, Steve McGarrett. Steve/Danny in a vague sense
Word Count: 800 (how’d I do that?)
Rating: K
Summary: Danny’s Dad isn’t sure how to help his son cope.
Spoilers: 1.18 "Loa Aloha" in a general sense
Author's Notes: So, I was NOT ever going to post a H50 story. Nope, just wasn’t going to do it, even if there are several sitting in my google docs folder waiting for a beta. Then, I saw Sheafrotherdon’s Steve Glomps Danny comment fic pos and frankly it fit a scene that has been swimming in my head for months now so well that I had to post. First thing I’ve published in about 18 months, which is insane and scary. Also, written in present tense, which is so not my style.
James Williams steps into the ICU waiting room; the fifteen minutes he’s allotted hourly to be by his wife’s side up much too soon. Ruthie, his youngest and the one who shared his time this rotation, is sniffing bravely by his side, until Sarah, his oldest girl, opens her arms and Ruthie flings herself and her sobs into her sister.
James looks around the room. Four of his five children are here. A year ago, if someone had told him that he’d be enduring this nightmarish vigil with only four of his brood, he’d have nodded sagely and said that Danny had made the right the decision and needed to be in Hawaii for this girl. But now… Now it is Matt that is missing and there is nothing sage or right about the reasons that he’s not taking his turn at his mother’s bedside.
Since Danny arrived, by some miracle getting there before Beth had even made it home from the family vacation in Florida, he’s spent every minute that he hasn’t been comforting his sisters or sitting with his mother on the phone with someone. From what snatches of conversation Jim hears, Danny’s trying to find Matt and let him know about his mother. Jim wants to tell him to stop… just stop. If Matt hasn’t picked up the phone in the six months he’s been gone or sent a postcard to even let them know he alive, then he doesn’t deserve to be here for this. But Jim lets Danny continue to use his ‘vast resources and incredible team’ to track down his prodigal son, because there is something broken and vacant about his son’s eyes. He looks weighed down like he did during his divorce, but Jim knows that he hasn’t looked that way in months both from the pictures Gracie emails after every ‘Danno weekend’ and from the weekly Skype calls they share. Jim has no idea how to fix his son as he’s barely keeping it together himself, but being a detective at least lets Danny focus on something other than the words like stroke and critical and paralysis and unlikely to recover that have been used to describe his mother for the last 48 hours.
A soft gasp from Beth pulls Jim’s eyes away from studying the back of his son’s head as Danny looks out into the Hamilton night, his phone still pressed to his ear. Beth’s trembling hands are clasped over her mouth and her blue eyes are huge as they stare at the door into the small private waiting room. Swallowing, he turns his head, sure that he’ll see this other son standing in that doorway.
Instead, he finds a tall, dark haired man holding his granddaughter, Grace, protectively in his arms. Instantly Jim recognizes the man, from Grace’s pictures and one memorable Skype conversation, as Steven J. McGarrett.
“Pop-pop,” Grace squeals as she wriggles out of Steve’s grasp and flies towards him.
Even as he scooped his granddaughter up and breathes in her delicious scent, Jim watches the rest of the room.
At the sound of his daughter’s voice, Danny whirls away from the window. His eyes seek out Grace, but as they sweep across the door they become fixed on the man still sheepishly standing there.
“Steven,” the name comes out broken and rough. “Babe,” Danny’s eyes shift momentarily from Steve to Grace and back to Steve, “what did you do?”
Steve gives a half shrug, “I just… I just… You’re not alone.”
The words are like a pressure valve and suddenly all the emotion that Danny’s bottled up since arriving to take care of his family is released. He sags physically, but before his sisters or Jim can even react; Steve is across the room wrapping Danny in his arms, holding him up, holding him close. The phone clatters to the floor as Danny’s arms lift to wrap around his partner’s waist. Danny’s sobs fill the room as Steve wraps his one arm tighter around Danny while the other is buried in Danny’s hair holding his head against the join of Steve’s neck and shoulder.
With a quick kiss to Jim’s cheek, Grace wriggles out her grandfather’s arms and crosses the room to retrieve the abandoned cell phone, “Uncle Chin? … It’s okay, now. Uncle Steve and I are here. We’ll take care of Daddy now… Aloha.”
She thumbs off the phone like an eighteen year old not an eight year old and slips it into the back pocket of her jeans. Turning to the two men, she tugs once on the pocket of Steve’s cargo pants. With a well-practiced movement, Steven and Danny each drop an arm and pull the girl carefully up and into the hug.
Jim sighs. He doesn’t have to fix his son.
Fandom: Hawaii 5-0 (2010)
Characters/Pairing: Williams Family OC’s, Danny Williams, Grace Williams, Steve McGarrett. Steve/Danny in a vague sense
Word Count: 800 (how’d I do that?)
Rating: K
Summary: Danny’s Dad isn’t sure how to help his son cope.
Spoilers: 1.18 "Loa Aloha" in a general sense
Author's Notes: So, I was NOT ever going to post a H50 story. Nope, just wasn’t going to do it, even if there are several sitting in my google docs folder waiting for a beta. Then, I saw Sheafrotherdon’s Steve Glomps Danny comment fic pos and frankly it fit a scene that has been swimming in my head for months now so well that I had to post. First thing I’ve published in about 18 months, which is insane and scary. Also, written in present tense, which is so not my style.
James Williams steps into the ICU waiting room; the fifteen minutes he’s allotted hourly to be by his wife’s side up much too soon. Ruthie, his youngest and the one who shared his time this rotation, is sniffing bravely by his side, until Sarah, his oldest girl, opens her arms and Ruthie flings herself and her sobs into her sister.
James looks around the room. Four of his five children are here. A year ago, if someone had told him that he’d be enduring this nightmarish vigil with only four of his brood, he’d have nodded sagely and said that Danny had made the right the decision and needed to be in Hawaii for this girl. But now… Now it is Matt that is missing and there is nothing sage or right about the reasons that he’s not taking his turn at his mother’s bedside.
Since Danny arrived, by some miracle getting there before Beth had even made it home from the family vacation in Florida, he’s spent every minute that he hasn’t been comforting his sisters or sitting with his mother on the phone with someone. From what snatches of conversation Jim hears, Danny’s trying to find Matt and let him know about his mother. Jim wants to tell him to stop… just stop. If Matt hasn’t picked up the phone in the six months he’s been gone or sent a postcard to even let them know he alive, then he doesn’t deserve to be here for this. But Jim lets Danny continue to use his ‘vast resources and incredible team’ to track down his prodigal son, because there is something broken and vacant about his son’s eyes. He looks weighed down like he did during his divorce, but Jim knows that he hasn’t looked that way in months both from the pictures Gracie emails after every ‘Danno weekend’ and from the weekly Skype calls they share. Jim has no idea how to fix his son as he’s barely keeping it together himself, but being a detective at least lets Danny focus on something other than the words like stroke and critical and paralysis and unlikely to recover that have been used to describe his mother for the last 48 hours.
A soft gasp from Beth pulls Jim’s eyes away from studying the back of his son’s head as Danny looks out into the Hamilton night, his phone still pressed to his ear. Beth’s trembling hands are clasped over her mouth and her blue eyes are huge as they stare at the door into the small private waiting room. Swallowing, he turns his head, sure that he’ll see this other son standing in that doorway.
Instead, he finds a tall, dark haired man holding his granddaughter, Grace, protectively in his arms. Instantly Jim recognizes the man, from Grace’s pictures and one memorable Skype conversation, as Steven J. McGarrett.
“Pop-pop,” Grace squeals as she wriggles out of Steve’s grasp and flies towards him.
Even as he scooped his granddaughter up and breathes in her delicious scent, Jim watches the rest of the room.
At the sound of his daughter’s voice, Danny whirls away from the window. His eyes seek out Grace, but as they sweep across the door they become fixed on the man still sheepishly standing there.
“Steven,” the name comes out broken and rough. “Babe,” Danny’s eyes shift momentarily from Steve to Grace and back to Steve, “what did you do?”
Steve gives a half shrug, “I just… I just… You’re not alone.”
The words are like a pressure valve and suddenly all the emotion that Danny’s bottled up since arriving to take care of his family is released. He sags physically, but before his sisters or Jim can even react; Steve is across the room wrapping Danny in his arms, holding him up, holding him close. The phone clatters to the floor as Danny’s arms lift to wrap around his partner’s waist. Danny’s sobs fill the room as Steve wraps his one arm tighter around Danny while the other is buried in Danny’s hair holding his head against the join of Steve’s neck and shoulder.
With a quick kiss to Jim’s cheek, Grace wriggles out her grandfather’s arms and crosses the room to retrieve the abandoned cell phone, “Uncle Chin? … It’s okay, now. Uncle Steve and I are here. We’ll take care of Daddy now… Aloha.”
She thumbs off the phone like an eighteen year old not an eight year old and slips it into the back pocket of her jeans. Turning to the two men, she tugs once on the pocket of Steve’s cargo pants. With a well-practiced movement, Steven and Danny each drop an arm and pull the girl carefully up and into the hug.
Jim sighs. He doesn’t have to fix his son.