Text, Context and Sub-text - Part 2
Title: Text, Context and Sub-text Part 2 (or how Danny and John realised Steve and Sherlock were probably separated at birth)
Author: shao_fu
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Danny/Steve; Sherlock/John; Danny/John friendship; Kono/Jenna implied
Word Count: ~ 3300 this part
Disclaimer: Don't own them, no harm intended, no profit made etc.
Warnings: Slash; m/m sex; angst; h/c
Spoilers: References to seasons 1 & 2 of H5O and Season 1 of Sherlock
Summary: Detective Danny Williams has a lot to be thankful for and he owes most of it to Dr. John Watson and his partner, the complex Consulting Detective Sherlock Holmes. When things start to go awry, he begins an email exchange with the benevolent doctor and discovers they have even more in common than he first suspected.
Notes: A sequel to A Man Does What He Must
For those interested, there is also a (Sherlock/John only) sort of prequel: Opus 221B explaining the beginning of Sherlock’s and John’s relationship which fascinated Danny so much.
Many thanks to the lovely sharpiesgal for the beta and the usual cheering on!
Part Two
Steve finally returned officially to active duty on May 16th and immediately plunged into the thick of the cases the team had been working while he was stuck at home or behind a desk. Most of them were pretty straightforward but a drug case caught his eye as it seemed to be a possible lead to Wo Fat. Chin worked with his street contacts, Steve and Danny had a chat with Kamekona and, hardly surprisingly, word reached the drug gang that 5-O were taking an interest in their operation. Whether or not Wo Fat was involved, the end result was someone taking a shot at Steve as he left home one morning. The shooter was obviously not a trained sniper, being too eager to take his shot and revealing his position in doing so. Steve fortunately saw a flash of sunlight on the gun barrel and dived behind his truck as the bullet whistled over his head. Danny, just emerging from the house, heard the shot and hit the floor. The fact that the bullet was so close that he was hit by flying splinters did nothing for his mood.
Steve dismissed his complaints with a shrug, merely commenting that they were obviously onto something and were ruffling a few feathers. Danny agreed that feathers were indeed being ruffled, his included, but Steve was even more determined to put a stop to the drug operation. Between 5-O and HPD, they made a series of arrests but were no closer to catching the men at the top or linking the operation to Wo Fat. They did manage to extract some information but none of the leads proved worthwhile.
By the end of May things had quietened down considerably and Danny began to relax a little. It was his weekend to have Grace and she came out to stay at the house, more than happy to do so because, as she told Danny, it was always exciting when she was with Uncle Steve. Danny had to bite his tongue at her innocent remark and, as soon as they arrived, he pulled Steve aside and made him promise to behave himself while his daughter was under his roof.
“Danno,” Steve protested, all wide-eyed innocence, “I promise there will be nothing more exciting than a little swimming, maybe some sandcastle building and a barbecue on the beach. Unless, of course, dolphin trainer Barbie goes AWOL again and we have to launch a search and rescue party.” Danny laughed at this piece of nonsense and pulled Steve in for a quick kiss.
“Thank you,” he said gratefully, which was precisely when the second attempt on Steve’s life occurred. The shot came from the ocean this time and was wildly inaccurate, kicking up the sand a good fifty feet away from them. Immediately on the alert, they both saw a jet ski pulling away at high speed. Danny rushed into the house to make sure Grace was okay and Steve grabbed his phone and called Chin but neither he nor Danny had had a good look at the perpetrator and red and black jet skis were not exactly uncommon.
Danny knew it was unfair to blame Steve and refrained from saying anything but Steve felt guilty anyway. Gracie was the least perturbed, having been inside the house and totally unaware that the noise she had faintly heard had been a gunshot. Danny did not enlighten her and decided to keep to their weekend plans, not wanting to spoil things for his daughter or to give Rachel the opportunity to have yet another go at him. He was on edge the whole time, however, his eyes constantly scanning the area for hidden assassins and worrying whenever Grace was not within arm’s reach.
Steve watched him fretting and fuming and decided enough was enough. He started making plans for a major raid on the drug gang’s one remaining safe house, a plan already previously discussed and rejected as not worth the manpower or the risk to life and limb. Steve now arbitrarily reversed this decision, ignoring all the negative factors which had weighed against the raid in the first place. Monday morning he planned to set the wheels in motion and put Danny’s mind at ease for good. The rest of the weekend passed without incident and Danny took Grace back to Rachel’s on Sunday evening before returning to spend the night with Steve.
Steve seemed preoccupied and Danny couldn’t shake the creeping horror of the thought that men were planning the death of the man he loved even while they drank beer and watched TV together. How many times was Steve going to escape by the skin of his teeth before catastrophe struck and Danny was robbed of his future? He knew he couldn’t keep Steve wrapped in cotton wool but, god, he wanted to! Finally giving up all pretense of carrying on as normal, he switched off the TV mid-programme and got to his feet. Surprised, Steve looked up at him and whatever he saw in Danny’s expression drew him to his feet, too. Danny didn’t say a word, just held out his hand and led Steve upstairs to the bedroom. He went willingly enough, looking rather confused but allowed Danny to take the lead.
Danny slowly stripped him, pausing after he removed each article of clothing to kiss him, on the lips, in the hollows of his collar bones, his chest, the soft skin on the inside of his elbows, even the back of his knees. There was such poignant tenderness in the kisses that Steve remained silent as Danny worshipped every inch of his naked body and then finally pushed him gently down onto the bed. Steve lay watching as Danny tossed his own clothes aside and then lay down beside him, pulling him close. He wrapped his arms around Steve and just held him, Steve’s head resting on his chest where he could hear the steady beating of his heart but could not see his face. He did not see Danny blink away the tears that blurred his vision or the way he gripped his lower lip in his teeth as he struggled with his emotions. Lulled by Danny’s warmth, Steve drifted into a light doze while Danny stared into the darkness and defied his demons.
Later, when the sky was beginning to lighten with the approach of dawn, Danny made love to Steve. Gentle caresses and soft kisses gradually transformed into heat and passion until, finally, Danny slid inside Steve’s willing body, pouring himself heart and soul into the man he loved more than life itself.
~
Steve called a team meeting first thing Monday morning and told them of his decision to go ahead and raid the last remaining safe house they knew about.
“No!” Danny was adamant in his refusal to agree to Steve’s plan to bring down the drug dealers. “We already discussed this, Steve,” he said, “and we all agreed it was not a good plan. The place is a fortress and, unless you intend to send in SWAT, all your SEAL buddies and maybe lob in a missile or two, it is a very bad idea!”
“You’re exaggerating as always,” Steve replied. “We made that decision early on but things have changed. We’ve picked up a lot of the foot soldiers, their numbers are down and I want them eradicated, Danny. I have no intention of allowing them to continue to threaten me and mine, and that includes Gracie. I did not like what happened at the weekend, Danny, and I’m not going to tolerate it any longer.”
“I concede you have a point,” Danny said reasonably, “and I am not happy about Gracie being in the line of fire, however accidentally, not happy at all, but let me state again - for the record and because you seem to have solid rock between your ears - the place is a goddamn fortress! Even if they are down to a handful of men, they can defend that place against an army.” Steve got a mulish look on his face and Danny knew he wasn’t going to win this argument by trying to reason with him.
“Find me a way in,” Steve said, mainly addressing the rest of the team and avoiding eye contact with Danny.
~
From: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Sent: 30th June
To: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Subject: I am going to KILL him!
Sorry, John, but I am about to rant because seriously, I’ve just about had enough. Press delete without reading further if you have a weak constitution, although I know that’s not true or you wouldn’t be with TNJ!
Steve returned to active duty, not that he had been particularly inactive while his ankle healed, and promptly opened a can of worms. The worms (local drug dealers) were naturally armed and dangerous and decided their lives would be easier if one Lt. Cmdr. Steven J. McGarrett was not around to bother them. After two assassination attempts, both foiled because of their ineptness, Steve decided to ignore all my perfectly sound advice and beard them in their den. The results were not pretty:
Body count - 5 (all bad guys)
Wounded - 4 (2 bad guys, Steve and Kono - nothing serious but THAT’S NOT THE POINT!!!)
People pissed off with Steve - 1 (Kono, who was grazed by a bullet)
People REALLY pissed off with Steve - 2 (Chin and Jenna because Steve got Kono hurt. It was just a scratch but THAT’S NOT THE POINT!!!)
People REALLY, REALLY pissed off with Steve - 1 (yours truly because Steve got hurt. It was just a scratch but THAT’S NOT THE POINT!!! )
People who DO NOT understand why everyone else is pissed off - 1 (Steve)
Tell me again why I love this man. Better yet, tell me that I am crazy to love this man and that I should get out while the going is good! Seriously, John, you have to help me; how the fuck do you cope? Any pointers would be greatly appreciated ‘cos I give up!
D.
~
From: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Sent: 1st July
To: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Subject: RE: I am going to KILL him!
Okay, Danny, take a deep breath and try to calm down. I empathise, truly I do, and I cannot deny that you are probably as crazy to love Steve as I am to love Sherlock but then we would also be crazy to give up on them. We both know that’s not going to happen, so let’s move on, shall we?
Drawing on my own experience, you really just have to keep trying to show Steve that he is important to you and that he now has someone in his life that he has to consider before he plunges head first into any dangerous situation. If he doesn’t care what happens to him, make him care about how you would feel if something happened to him. Try to make him admit to himself how he would feel if something happened to you so he then understands how you feel. But you have to be subtle about it or it could backfire. Trust me, you do not need to have the conversation where the love of your life will attempt to sacrifice your relationship to keep YOU safe from his idiocy. Because he’ll do just that if you’re not careful and think it is all for the best. He will not get the point that your relationship will survive normal stresses and strains (even those attached to a dangerous career) as long as he ceases to be an idiot and takes some elementary safety measures. Thinking twice is also a very good idea to try to instill into his thick skull. Good luck with that - I still haven’t had much success in that area!
They don’t get it, Danny, and they never will. You have the martyr complex to contend with, too, which they happily embrace because it’s ‘the right thing to do’, to give up the person they love to save them from the person they love, i.e. themselves. And then there’s the ‘You couldn’t possibly care about what happens to me, even though you say you do, because I know I’m totally unlovable and you’ll get tired of me eventually’ syndrome. DO NOT let Steve get away with any of this crap: just keep telling him you love him and you do care about what happens to him and that he needs to remember that, the next time he wants to go off chasing a psychopathic super villain on his own! Oh wait, that’s my fella - but it’s still a valid point.
Good luck, Danny. I’ll have my fingers crossed that you can make Steve understand.
John
PS If all else fails, threaten him with no nookie for the rest of his life!
~
From: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Sent: 5th July
To: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Subject: Fireworks on Independence Day
Hi John! Thought you would like to know that Steve and I had the serious conversation yesterday along the lines of your advice and I do think I maybe got through to him just a bit. He was very contrite and spent a long time making it up to me, which was one helluva bonus but even the most spectacular BJ ever doesn’t make up for the sheer terror of watching your loved one get shot at. I’m not sure he gets that but he has promised to try. I am therefore saving the ‘no nookie’ threat for a more appropriate occasion. Gotta say I love that expression - ‘no nookie for you’, lol!
D.
~
From: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Sent: 10th July
To: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Subject: RE: Fireworks on Independence Day
Hi Danny! Sounds like you have made some progress and contrition is a good first step, especially if it comes with a spectacular BJ! I never bought into that crappy idea of ‘love means never having to say you’re sorry’ - what twaddle! Love is ALL about saying you’re sorry and begging forgiveness and it’s also all about being prepared to forgive and forget. That’s not to say that, having been forgiven, one can then go and repeat the same actions and think saying sorry will fix it again. Saying sorry also implies ‘I’ll never do it again’ or, at the very least, ‘I’ll really try not to do it again’!
On that note, I am still waiting for Sherlock to apologise for the Moriarty trick he pulled. It’s almost a month now and even a super spectacular BJ is not going to be enough to compensate. This is one of those times when it is really hard to be the ‘normal’ one and not the extraordinarily brilliant one in this partnership. I never deploy the no nookie threat because that wouldn’t have any effect on Sherlock, as I well know. It may finally occur to him that he has made me unhappy and will seek to remedy that but he may never acknowledge that pursuing his work to the exclusion of all else has emotional fallout for the one person who truly cares for him. Still, I knew all this from the get go so I can’t really complain.
J.
PS I didn’t mean to imply that I would turn down a super spectacular BJ, or even a spectacular one; I’m not that daft and Sherlock is particularly talented in that area! TMI? Well, you brought up the subject in the first place!
~
From: smoothdog@gmail.com
Sent: 10th July
To: tocditw@tsod.com
Subject: Danny and John
Hey Sherlock - It surprises me that these two haven’t cottoned on to the fact that we know they are exchanging emails on a regular basis! I just wondered if you had seen the latest exchange? Since when did they talk about nookie and super spectacular blow jobs? I have to admit, I’m a little worried. Steve
PS It looks like I may be able to get my hands on evidence to prove Wo Fat killed my father but it seems the Governor is involved in some way. I need to retrieve an envelope from a locked bureau in her office and I’ve just figured out that I have the key amongst the stuff my father left me!
From: tocditw@tsod.com
Sent: 11th July
To: smoothdog@gmail.com
Subject: RE: Danny and John
Good morning, Steven! Would it ease your mind if I told you I do not share your concerns? I would be far more worried if they did not have each other with whom to communicate and commiserate. If I am correct in my deductions - and I usually am - there is very little to fear. Danny has found an outlet for all that pent up frustration and John is a calming influence, as I well know. You should, however, consider dealing with that pent up frustration yourself; might I suggest a ‘hands on’ approach?
On a personal note, I am delighted to hear that John would not turn down a super spectacular blow job and that he considers I have some skill in this area of expertise. It also appears, however, that I must atone for my errant behavior. How fortunate that he left me a clue as to how to make reparation!
Sherlock
PS Wo Fat is a very dangerous man and I advise you to be extremely careful in the way you approach this matter. Also, whilst I shall not attempt to deter you from your course of action, is breaking into the Governor’s office the best solution? Perhaps you should consider alternatives.
~
From: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Sent: 15th July
To: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Subject: The shit has well and truly hit the fan!
John, I am at my wits’ end! There’s been a lot of stuff going on that I haven’t been able or even wanted to mention but Steve, me and the team are in serious trouble. Wo Fat is definitely behind it but we don’t have any proof yet. It’s too long and complicated and un-fucking-believable to go into details but Steve’s in jail charged with murdering the Governor, for Christ’s sake, Kono’s suspended and being investigated by Internal Affairs, Chin is back in HPD with a promotion (go figure? I still haven’t got my head round that one!) and I’m currently unemployed. Steve doesn’t want to see me or talk to me, which really, really sucks ‘cos he’s being all noble and ‘protecting’ me when all I want to do is just see him in the flesh and let him know we’re working on fixing this. Trouble is, I just don’t know how or where to start - and I miss him, John, so, so much. There’s this great gaping hole where he’s supposed to be.
What if I can’t prove he’s innocent? What if I can’t fix it? What the hell do I do then?
Danny
~
From: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Sent: 15th July
To: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Subject: RE:The shit has well and truly hit the fan!
Whatever you do, don’t panic and don’t despair! Sherlock has an idea. I’ll be back in touch asap!
John
~
From: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Sent: 15th July
To: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Subject: Help is at hand!
Danny, Call Naval Special Warfare Command in Coronado and ask for Lt. Cmdr. Joe White. If he’s not there, they’ll put you in touch, especially if you mention Steve’s name. Tell him everything. He was John McGarrett’s partner and is Steve’s old training officer and will be able to help, I’m sure.
Mycroft will speak to the deputy governor and try to defuse this. I have no idea how you did it but Sherlock must be very fond of you and Steve because nothing would normally persuade him to voluntarily contact his brother, never mind ask a favour of him!
And Danny, for god’s sake, go and see Steve in prison, no matter what he says!
Good luck and keep us informed on what’s happening. Sherlock says, and I quote, “Don’t make us have to come out there again!”
Not that I would object to another trip - but not under these circumstances.
John
(part 1 is here )
Positive feedback is always very welcome!
See also - Text, Context and Sub-text Continued - here
Author: shao_fu
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Danny/Steve; Sherlock/John; Danny/John friendship; Kono/Jenna implied
Word Count: ~ 3300 this part
Disclaimer: Don't own them, no harm intended, no profit made etc.
Warnings: Slash; m/m sex; angst; h/c
Spoilers: References to seasons 1 & 2 of H5O and Season 1 of Sherlock
Summary: Detective Danny Williams has a lot to be thankful for and he owes most of it to Dr. John Watson and his partner, the complex Consulting Detective Sherlock Holmes. When things start to go awry, he begins an email exchange with the benevolent doctor and discovers they have even more in common than he first suspected.
Notes: A sequel to A Man Does What He Must
For those interested, there is also a (Sherlock/John only) sort of prequel: Opus 221B explaining the beginning of Sherlock’s and John’s relationship which fascinated Danny so much.
Many thanks to the lovely sharpiesgal for the beta and the usual cheering on!
Part Two
Steve finally returned officially to active duty on May 16th and immediately plunged into the thick of the cases the team had been working while he was stuck at home or behind a desk. Most of them were pretty straightforward but a drug case caught his eye as it seemed to be a possible lead to Wo Fat. Chin worked with his street contacts, Steve and Danny had a chat with Kamekona and, hardly surprisingly, word reached the drug gang that 5-O were taking an interest in their operation. Whether or not Wo Fat was involved, the end result was someone taking a shot at Steve as he left home one morning. The shooter was obviously not a trained sniper, being too eager to take his shot and revealing his position in doing so. Steve fortunately saw a flash of sunlight on the gun barrel and dived behind his truck as the bullet whistled over his head. Danny, just emerging from the house, heard the shot and hit the floor. The fact that the bullet was so close that he was hit by flying splinters did nothing for his mood.
Steve dismissed his complaints with a shrug, merely commenting that they were obviously onto something and were ruffling a few feathers. Danny agreed that feathers were indeed being ruffled, his included, but Steve was even more determined to put a stop to the drug operation. Between 5-O and HPD, they made a series of arrests but were no closer to catching the men at the top or linking the operation to Wo Fat. They did manage to extract some information but none of the leads proved worthwhile.
By the end of May things had quietened down considerably and Danny began to relax a little. It was his weekend to have Grace and she came out to stay at the house, more than happy to do so because, as she told Danny, it was always exciting when she was with Uncle Steve. Danny had to bite his tongue at her innocent remark and, as soon as they arrived, he pulled Steve aside and made him promise to behave himself while his daughter was under his roof.
“Danno,” Steve protested, all wide-eyed innocence, “I promise there will be nothing more exciting than a little swimming, maybe some sandcastle building and a barbecue on the beach. Unless, of course, dolphin trainer Barbie goes AWOL again and we have to launch a search and rescue party.” Danny laughed at this piece of nonsense and pulled Steve in for a quick kiss.
“Thank you,” he said gratefully, which was precisely when the second attempt on Steve’s life occurred. The shot came from the ocean this time and was wildly inaccurate, kicking up the sand a good fifty feet away from them. Immediately on the alert, they both saw a jet ski pulling away at high speed. Danny rushed into the house to make sure Grace was okay and Steve grabbed his phone and called Chin but neither he nor Danny had had a good look at the perpetrator and red and black jet skis were not exactly uncommon.
Danny knew it was unfair to blame Steve and refrained from saying anything but Steve felt guilty anyway. Gracie was the least perturbed, having been inside the house and totally unaware that the noise she had faintly heard had been a gunshot. Danny did not enlighten her and decided to keep to their weekend plans, not wanting to spoil things for his daughter or to give Rachel the opportunity to have yet another go at him. He was on edge the whole time, however, his eyes constantly scanning the area for hidden assassins and worrying whenever Grace was not within arm’s reach.
Steve watched him fretting and fuming and decided enough was enough. He started making plans for a major raid on the drug gang’s one remaining safe house, a plan already previously discussed and rejected as not worth the manpower or the risk to life and limb. Steve now arbitrarily reversed this decision, ignoring all the negative factors which had weighed against the raid in the first place. Monday morning he planned to set the wheels in motion and put Danny’s mind at ease for good. The rest of the weekend passed without incident and Danny took Grace back to Rachel’s on Sunday evening before returning to spend the night with Steve.
Steve seemed preoccupied and Danny couldn’t shake the creeping horror of the thought that men were planning the death of the man he loved even while they drank beer and watched TV together. How many times was Steve going to escape by the skin of his teeth before catastrophe struck and Danny was robbed of his future? He knew he couldn’t keep Steve wrapped in cotton wool but, god, he wanted to! Finally giving up all pretense of carrying on as normal, he switched off the TV mid-programme and got to his feet. Surprised, Steve looked up at him and whatever he saw in Danny’s expression drew him to his feet, too. Danny didn’t say a word, just held out his hand and led Steve upstairs to the bedroom. He went willingly enough, looking rather confused but allowed Danny to take the lead.
Danny slowly stripped him, pausing after he removed each article of clothing to kiss him, on the lips, in the hollows of his collar bones, his chest, the soft skin on the inside of his elbows, even the back of his knees. There was such poignant tenderness in the kisses that Steve remained silent as Danny worshipped every inch of his naked body and then finally pushed him gently down onto the bed. Steve lay watching as Danny tossed his own clothes aside and then lay down beside him, pulling him close. He wrapped his arms around Steve and just held him, Steve’s head resting on his chest where he could hear the steady beating of his heart but could not see his face. He did not see Danny blink away the tears that blurred his vision or the way he gripped his lower lip in his teeth as he struggled with his emotions. Lulled by Danny’s warmth, Steve drifted into a light doze while Danny stared into the darkness and defied his demons.
Later, when the sky was beginning to lighten with the approach of dawn, Danny made love to Steve. Gentle caresses and soft kisses gradually transformed into heat and passion until, finally, Danny slid inside Steve’s willing body, pouring himself heart and soul into the man he loved more than life itself.
~
Steve called a team meeting first thing Monday morning and told them of his decision to go ahead and raid the last remaining safe house they knew about.
“No!” Danny was adamant in his refusal to agree to Steve’s plan to bring down the drug dealers. “We already discussed this, Steve,” he said, “and we all agreed it was not a good plan. The place is a fortress and, unless you intend to send in SWAT, all your SEAL buddies and maybe lob in a missile or two, it is a very bad idea!”
“You’re exaggerating as always,” Steve replied. “We made that decision early on but things have changed. We’ve picked up a lot of the foot soldiers, their numbers are down and I want them eradicated, Danny. I have no intention of allowing them to continue to threaten me and mine, and that includes Gracie. I did not like what happened at the weekend, Danny, and I’m not going to tolerate it any longer.”
“I concede you have a point,” Danny said reasonably, “and I am not happy about Gracie being in the line of fire, however accidentally, not happy at all, but let me state again - for the record and because you seem to have solid rock between your ears - the place is a goddamn fortress! Even if they are down to a handful of men, they can defend that place against an army.” Steve got a mulish look on his face and Danny knew he wasn’t going to win this argument by trying to reason with him.
“Find me a way in,” Steve said, mainly addressing the rest of the team and avoiding eye contact with Danny.
~
From: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Sent: 30th June
To: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Subject: I am going to KILL him!
Sorry, John, but I am about to rant because seriously, I’ve just about had enough. Press delete without reading further if you have a weak constitution, although I know that’s not true or you wouldn’t be with TNJ!
Steve returned to active duty, not that he had been particularly inactive while his ankle healed, and promptly opened a can of worms. The worms (local drug dealers) were naturally armed and dangerous and decided their lives would be easier if one Lt. Cmdr. Steven J. McGarrett was not around to bother them. After two assassination attempts, both foiled because of their ineptness, Steve decided to ignore all my perfectly sound advice and beard them in their den. The results were not pretty:
Body count - 5 (all bad guys)
Wounded - 4 (2 bad guys, Steve and Kono - nothing serious but THAT’S NOT THE POINT!!!)
People pissed off with Steve - 1 (Kono, who was grazed by a bullet)
People REALLY pissed off with Steve - 2 (Chin and Jenna because Steve got Kono hurt. It was just a scratch but THAT’S NOT THE POINT!!!)
People REALLY, REALLY pissed off with Steve - 1 (yours truly because Steve got hurt. It was just a scratch but THAT’S NOT THE POINT!!! )
People who DO NOT understand why everyone else is pissed off - 1 (Steve)
Tell me again why I love this man. Better yet, tell me that I am crazy to love this man and that I should get out while the going is good! Seriously, John, you have to help me; how the fuck do you cope? Any pointers would be greatly appreciated ‘cos I give up!
D.
~
From: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Sent: 1st July
To: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Subject: RE: I am going to KILL him!
Okay, Danny, take a deep breath and try to calm down. I empathise, truly I do, and I cannot deny that you are probably as crazy to love Steve as I am to love Sherlock but then we would also be crazy to give up on them. We both know that’s not going to happen, so let’s move on, shall we?
Drawing on my own experience, you really just have to keep trying to show Steve that he is important to you and that he now has someone in his life that he has to consider before he plunges head first into any dangerous situation. If he doesn’t care what happens to him, make him care about how you would feel if something happened to him. Try to make him admit to himself how he would feel if something happened to you so he then understands how you feel. But you have to be subtle about it or it could backfire. Trust me, you do not need to have the conversation where the love of your life will attempt to sacrifice your relationship to keep YOU safe from his idiocy. Because he’ll do just that if you’re not careful and think it is all for the best. He will not get the point that your relationship will survive normal stresses and strains (even those attached to a dangerous career) as long as he ceases to be an idiot and takes some elementary safety measures. Thinking twice is also a very good idea to try to instill into his thick skull. Good luck with that - I still haven’t had much success in that area!
They don’t get it, Danny, and they never will. You have the martyr complex to contend with, too, which they happily embrace because it’s ‘the right thing to do’, to give up the person they love to save them from the person they love, i.e. themselves. And then there’s the ‘You couldn’t possibly care about what happens to me, even though you say you do, because I know I’m totally unlovable and you’ll get tired of me eventually’ syndrome. DO NOT let Steve get away with any of this crap: just keep telling him you love him and you do care about what happens to him and that he needs to remember that, the next time he wants to go off chasing a psychopathic super villain on his own! Oh wait, that’s my fella - but it’s still a valid point.
Good luck, Danny. I’ll have my fingers crossed that you can make Steve understand.
John
PS If all else fails, threaten him with no nookie for the rest of his life!
~
From: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Sent: 5th July
To: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Subject: Fireworks on Independence Day
Hi John! Thought you would like to know that Steve and I had the serious conversation yesterday along the lines of your advice and I do think I maybe got through to him just a bit. He was very contrite and spent a long time making it up to me, which was one helluva bonus but even the most spectacular BJ ever doesn’t make up for the sheer terror of watching your loved one get shot at. I’m not sure he gets that but he has promised to try. I am therefore saving the ‘no nookie’ threat for a more appropriate occasion. Gotta say I love that expression - ‘no nookie for you’, lol!
D.
~
From: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Sent: 10th July
To: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Subject: RE: Fireworks on Independence Day
Hi Danny! Sounds like you have made some progress and contrition is a good first step, especially if it comes with a spectacular BJ! I never bought into that crappy idea of ‘love means never having to say you’re sorry’ - what twaddle! Love is ALL about saying you’re sorry and begging forgiveness and it’s also all about being prepared to forgive and forget. That’s not to say that, having been forgiven, one can then go and repeat the same actions and think saying sorry will fix it again. Saying sorry also implies ‘I’ll never do it again’ or, at the very least, ‘I’ll really try not to do it again’!
On that note, I am still waiting for Sherlock to apologise for the Moriarty trick he pulled. It’s almost a month now and even a super spectacular BJ is not going to be enough to compensate. This is one of those times when it is really hard to be the ‘normal’ one and not the extraordinarily brilliant one in this partnership. I never deploy the no nookie threat because that wouldn’t have any effect on Sherlock, as I well know. It may finally occur to him that he has made me unhappy and will seek to remedy that but he may never acknowledge that pursuing his work to the exclusion of all else has emotional fallout for the one person who truly cares for him. Still, I knew all this from the get go so I can’t really complain.
J.
PS I didn’t mean to imply that I would turn down a super spectacular BJ, or even a spectacular one; I’m not that daft and Sherlock is particularly talented in that area! TMI? Well, you brought up the subject in the first place!
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From: smoothdog@gmail.com
Sent: 10th July
To: tocditw@tsod.com
Subject: Danny and John
Hey Sherlock - It surprises me that these two haven’t cottoned on to the fact that we know they are exchanging emails on a regular basis! I just wondered if you had seen the latest exchange? Since when did they talk about nookie and super spectacular blow jobs? I have to admit, I’m a little worried. Steve
PS It looks like I may be able to get my hands on evidence to prove Wo Fat killed my father but it seems the Governor is involved in some way. I need to retrieve an envelope from a locked bureau in her office and I’ve just figured out that I have the key amongst the stuff my father left me!
From: tocditw@tsod.com
Sent: 11th July
To: smoothdog@gmail.com
Subject: RE: Danny and John
Good morning, Steven! Would it ease your mind if I told you I do not share your concerns? I would be far more worried if they did not have each other with whom to communicate and commiserate. If I am correct in my deductions - and I usually am - there is very little to fear. Danny has found an outlet for all that pent up frustration and John is a calming influence, as I well know. You should, however, consider dealing with that pent up frustration yourself; might I suggest a ‘hands on’ approach?
On a personal note, I am delighted to hear that John would not turn down a super spectacular blow job and that he considers I have some skill in this area of expertise. It also appears, however, that I must atone for my errant behavior. How fortunate that he left me a clue as to how to make reparation!
Sherlock
PS Wo Fat is a very dangerous man and I advise you to be extremely careful in the way you approach this matter. Also, whilst I shall not attempt to deter you from your course of action, is breaking into the Governor’s office the best solution? Perhaps you should consider alternatives.
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From: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Sent: 15th July
To: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Subject: The shit has well and truly hit the fan!
John, I am at my wits’ end! There’s been a lot of stuff going on that I haven’t been able or even wanted to mention but Steve, me and the team are in serious trouble. Wo Fat is definitely behind it but we don’t have any proof yet. It’s too long and complicated and un-fucking-believable to go into details but Steve’s in jail charged with murdering the Governor, for Christ’s sake, Kono’s suspended and being investigated by Internal Affairs, Chin is back in HPD with a promotion (go figure? I still haven’t got my head round that one!) and I’m currently unemployed. Steve doesn’t want to see me or talk to me, which really, really sucks ‘cos he’s being all noble and ‘protecting’ me when all I want to do is just see him in the flesh and let him know we’re working on fixing this. Trouble is, I just don’t know how or where to start - and I miss him, John, so, so much. There’s this great gaping hole where he’s supposed to be.
What if I can’t prove he’s innocent? What if I can’t fix it? What the hell do I do then?
Danny
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From: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Sent: 15th July
To: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Subject: RE:The shit has well and truly hit the fan!
Whatever you do, don’t panic and don’t despair! Sherlock has an idea. I’ll be back in touch asap!
John
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From: john@drjhwatson.co.uk
Sent: 15th July
To: dwilliams@h50.hawaii.gov
Subject: Help is at hand!
Danny, Call Naval Special Warfare Command in Coronado and ask for Lt. Cmdr. Joe White. If he’s not there, they’ll put you in touch, especially if you mention Steve’s name. Tell him everything. He was John McGarrett’s partner and is Steve’s old training officer and will be able to help, I’m sure.
Mycroft will speak to the deputy governor and try to defuse this. I have no idea how you did it but Sherlock must be very fond of you and Steve because nothing would normally persuade him to voluntarily contact his brother, never mind ask a favour of him!
And Danny, for god’s sake, go and see Steve in prison, no matter what he says!
Good luck and keep us informed on what’s happening. Sherlock says, and I quote, “Don’t make us have to come out there again!”
Not that I would object to another trip - but not under these circumstances.
John
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