Fic: Breakfast in Bed
Breakfast in Bed by Mewwy
Warnings: Begging and apologies.
Pairings: Steve and Danny
Plot: The Camaro dies.
Beta'd: Not yet but it will be
Word Count: 1841
Disclaimer: I don't own them wish that I could. If I could there would be more nekkid and feelings and well explosions!
"Steve?"
"Yes, Daniel." With a sigh.
Head scratch. "We are upside down."
"I know this."
Hand wave and creaking sound. "Steven we are upside down in. MY. CAMARO!"
"Yes, I figured this out." A slight groan.
Calmly. "Are you okay?"
Calm was bad. "Airbag bruised my ribs."
"Good saves me from bruising them for you. Can you please explain to me what you were thinking?" Quieter. No answer. "Steve. I asked a question. It wasn't theoretical or rhetorical."
Guiltily. "I didn't want them to get away."
"Get away? Steve they stole a tank. A honest to god TANK!" Okay not so quiet anymore. "What made you think we needed to chase them? I could have walked faster. Could have had a leisurely bike ride. Hell with a pogo stick I could have beaten them to the gate!" It was then Steve realized he would be paying for this. Paying for a very long time. "Do you even care that we are upside down in my car?" Through clenched teeth.
"Yes."
"Did you car before the tank, which you tried to cut off, knocked us ass over tea kettle? Did you honestly think my 3,000 pound car could stop a 20,000 pound TANK?"
"Umm. Yes. And umm yes?"
"So you are telling me." Hands waving rocking slightly. "In the heat of the moment you honestly thought my car would stop a tank?"
"I thought if there were innocents in front of them they'd stop." A shy smile of hope.
"Steven the only think stopping a tank is another TANK!"
"Or gas." Steve piped up.
Sputtering, "what?"
Ducking his head he mumbles. "Iftheyrunouttagas."
"If they run out of GAS! Are you freaking kidding me?" Spit is actually flying from his lips. "The HPD is chasing a tank, at 20 mph mind you, on surface streets right now. Are you saying they could run out of gas? Boy I hope they don't have live fire. Cause I'd ask them to SHOOT ME!" Danny is begins to silently rant. Arms waving, lips twitching, and spit flying.
"I'm sorry Danno."
That earned him a glare and a finger. "Don't."
"We'll fix the car good as new. And the scratch from the hydrant in the Hendricks case will be fixed too!" Steve was gushing trying to fix this.
Deadly quiet. "Hydrant? What hydrant would that be Steven?"
'Oh, shit!' Steve looked at Danny and grinned sheepishly. "Umm the hydrant I accidently drove to close to." Back to silent rants and Danny was really rocking a lot in his seatbelt. "Ah Danny I don't think you should move around so much. Since our legs are pinned by the dashboard you could break the seatbelt and hurt yourself." A growl. Not good Danny had gone non verbal. "Danny we'll get out and you can kill me anyway you want. There is a technique," that earned him another glare and growl. "Umm okay."
"You gentlemen need a little assistance?" Chin said looking in Steve's window with his phone out. Steve grimaced as he heard Chin's phone click.
"Pictures really?" Large grin. "Can you just get us out. Our legs are pinned under the dashboard." Steve shrugged rocking a little bit.
"I'm surprised you aren't dead."
Danny growled out. "He will be."
"Fire department's on the way. You two just hang in there." A quirk of the lips and another couple of clicks. Steve just scrubbed his face. Danny chuckled painfully. "Besides the pinned legs any other injuries?"
"You might check this one for brain trauma." A jerk of the thumb at Steve.
"Danno." Steve pleaded.
Another growl. "Okay Danny don't kill him until you are both free okay?" They all heard the sirens. "I'll be right back."
"Anything I swear. Indentured servitude. Miranda rights forever. Breakfast in bed. Anything!" Almost begging.
Danny ground out through clenched teeth. "I am not talking to you."
"Please. I am so sorry Danny."
"One word Steve. TANK!"
A couple of firemen chose that moment to come up. "Let's get you guys outta here."
Two hours later, the Jaws of Life, and a destroyed Camaro later Danny and Steve are seated in the back of an ambulance. Some cuts and bruised and they are none the worse for wear. They had a great view of the tow truck loading up the destroyed car. In fact, they owed their relatively unscathed conditions to Gracie. Today was the beginning of Click It or Ticket week for seatbelts. Grace had convinced them to buckle up that morning when they took her to school. If it wasn't for her things could have been a lot worse. As it was Steve knew he had more than Grace to pay back. He had destroyed the Camaro. Danny would never let him live this down. "I mean it. Anything you want." His pleading was getting him no where.
"I'm going to say this again. Drop it." Danny sounded worn out. "That is my car out there Steve. I am supposed to pick Grace up in," pulls out phone from pocket. "Three hours."
"My truck." Added helpfully.
"Yes, we will be using your truck." At least Danny wasn't non verbal anymore. "Then we will drop you off. Then I and my baby girl will take your truck and go home."
"Okay." Steve could do that for Danny. "Anything."
"Then tomorrow we might pick you up to go to the beach."
"Come to mine. It's private and there will be food." Steve bounced a little like a puppy trying to please it's master. "I can run out after you drop me off," he trailed off.
"Yes, Steven?"
Quietly. "Um haven't grocery shopped." A light went on and a goofy grin appeared. "Stay at my place. It's huge. We can grocery shop and get all of Grace's favorites. Yours too!"
"Steve."
"No, really Danny." His tone suddenly quiet and remorseful. "I fucked up. Badly. Let me do this. Please."
"Okay."
Grace had long since gone to bed and the guys found themselves in an uneasy truce on the couch. Beers in hand and some TV cop show on the TV turned down low. Neither man was really watching, but without Grace as a buffer they were just sitting there. Steve wasn't sure how to apologize and pay Danny back. Taking a breath. "Danny." A sigh from the man. "I am so sorry. I honestly didn't think."
"See that's the point right there. You didn't think. It seems like you never think. Dive in and hope it all works out isn't a good planning technique. I would've thought the Army would've trained you for that." Hands and beer waving, but at normal speed. The actions are slower, almost half assed. Steve has never known Danny to rant halfway. "But apparently you took that day off to swim to the mainland or something. Because of your piss poor planning my car is a total loss. It doesn't matter if it will be repaired. It was MY car. I am mourning the death of my car McGarrett. The one you killed." Danny took a deep swallow and sighed.
Carefully judging Danny's boy language Steve knew anything he did or said may not fix his colossal screw up. "Okay so you and Grace can have the truck as long as you need until the Camaro is replaced. I will rent a car. Then I'll get Malasadas for breakfast every morning and that coffee you like from Mooku's bakery. I'll have Chin give me lessons in proper police procedures. Then I will read the next 50 suspects their Miranda Rights. What else can I do?" He was trying here. What else could he do?
Danny leaned his head back on the couch. Closing his eyes he took a couple of deep breaths. Steve watched him carefully. "Breakfast in bed? Really?"
"Yes, whatever you want." A nod. "Malasadas and Coco Puffs and I won't even bitch about the fat in them."
"You would go to my place every morning and serve me breakfast in bed?"
"Yes."
Eyes still closed. "What about the mornings I have Grace?"
"Pancakes."
Danny turns his head and looks at Steve. "You'd spoil my baby girl with pancakes?"
"Or Belgian Waffles. She likes those too." Steve was grasping here.
A smirk. "Wouldn't it be difficult to make waffles at my place? No waffle maker."
"Then move in here." It was out before he could stop it. He wanted it. Danny and Grace are his family.
"So you can make us waffles every other weekend?" Now there was a grin.
"Yes." And he meant it. Steve watched the emotions play out on Danny's face. Danny saw Steve wore his emotions on his face, but Danny did too. "You are here so much anyway. It'll allow me to spoil you until you forgive me. Cause I screwed up. Big time." Taking a chance Steve reached out and put his hand on Danny's arm. He silently beseeched Danny to take him up on his offer. If all he could get was Danny under his roof he'd take it.
Danny was watching Steve closely. "Where would we sleep?"
It was an opening. Should Steve take it? "Grace in Mary's room. We can redecorate it. The house hasn't been updated in years. It needs some work." Was he going to be brave enough? Because Steve was pretty sure he knew what Danny would ask next.
A slight nod. "And me?" His eyes were intense.
Steve had been on the receiving end of this intense heated look before, but afraid to follow through with it. Now was his chance. If he answered honestly Danny could be his. He wasn't stupid. They'd been headed this way for a while. The men watched each other. It was now or never. No matter what Steve said he knew Danny would accept it. "My room." Softly with a slight squeeze on Danny's arm.
"That works for me." A grin. Steve took a chance and leaned forward. Pressing his lips to Danny's. They were soft and warm. A groan from one of them. When Danny opened his mouth slightly it was all the approval Steve needed. Danny tasted of beer and garlic. It was like coming home. Breaking apart when they needed air. Both men chuckled as the leaned their foreheads together. "Steve."
"Hmm." Happy that Danny was finally his.
"You killed my car."
"I know I did. I am so sorry."
A mischievous grin. "I like blow jobs. Lots of blow jobs."
Laughing Steve kissed him again. "Well, I do owe you babe. So if breakfast in bed and blow jobs are my punishment I can handle that."
"Yes, you will. For years."
Soft kiss. "I really am sorry Danno."
"I know you are. I forgive you."
Finis
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Thank you.
Mewwy