Fic: Stammering, Staunch Supporters, Solitaire
Title: Stammering, Staunch Supporters, Solitaire
Series: 1_million_words prompts
Rating: G
Characters: Steve/Danny, Grace, Mr. Hoppy
Summary: Here are the S prompts.
Words: exactly 500
Warnings/Notes: None. Silliness. Some misuse of language for the greater good. (We have descended into madness! Though this be madness, yet there is method in't. )
~o0o~
Danny was in the waiting room of Steve’s doctor’s office playing solitaire on his phone. Grace had shown him how it worked and it helped pass the time. He looked up when one of the nurses stopped before him. She was a staunch supporter of them both. For her to be there meant bad things.
“Detective Williams,” she said in barely disguised exasperation.
“Oh dear.”
“Commander McGarrett is being recalcitrant. Might you come have a word with him?” the nurse asked.
Danny nodded and followed her to the exam room. Steve was on the opposite side of the examination table from the doctor who was holding a syringe.
“Steve,” Danny said.
“What’s going to happen now?
Will I turn into a cow?” Steve demanded. Danny couldn’t blame him but that wasn’t helpful.
“If the doctor says you need the shot, then you need it,” Danny said soothingly.
“Let him give you the shot.
Going into my arm it’s NOT.”
“It needs to go into your backside,” the doctor said wearily.
“Steve,” Danny said, the warning clear in that one word. “You are wasting Dr. Naeema’s time. Let him give you the shot so we can go home.”
“No no no.
Go go go.”
“We aren’t going anywhere until Dr. Naeema says we can,” Danny told him firmly.
“No, Danny,
No fanny,” Steve said, pleading in his voice.
It almost melted Danny’s heart to see the near terror in Steve’s eyes. He could understand how he felt but surely the doctor knew what he was doing. “What is it you need to give him?” Danny finally asked.
“It’s a broad spectrum antibiotic. You’ve had it before, Steve. It’s not going to exacerbate your condition,” Dr. Naeema said soothingly.
“The ointment caused couplet rhyming.
The shot will cause… rock climbing.”
“You have to the count to three,” Danny said sternly, not letting Steve’s puppy eyes sway him. “If you don’t lower your jeans, I’m pulling out the big guns.”
Steve shook his head.
“One…Two…Three.” Danny pulled out his phone, putting it on speaker. “Hey Monkey.”
“Hey Danno. How’s Uncle Steve?” Grace asked, concern coming through the phone.
“He’s being stubborn and pig headed,” Danny informed her. “The doctor needs to give him a shot and he is refusing.”
“Uncle Steve,” Grace said in disappointment. “You know better than that.”
“What if it makes things worse?
What if I always talk in verse?”
“If your doctor says it will help, you need to listen,” she told him.
“Okay, Gracie-face.
I just hope it’s safe,” Steve said as he slowly rounded the table, turning so the doctor could give him the shot.
“Well?” Danny asked when Steve was facing them.
“Well?” Grace asked from the phone.
“I am hurt.
A plague a' both your houses!”
“Oh dear God,” the doctor said in horrified fascination. “He’s quoting Shakespeare.”
“Was..th…Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,
When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme nor reason?” Steve stammered in his anger.
Series: 1_million_words prompts
Rating: G
Characters: Steve/Danny, Grace, Mr. Hoppy
Summary: Here are the S prompts.
Words: exactly 500
Warnings/Notes: None. Silliness. Some misuse of language for the greater good. (We have descended into madness! Though this be madness, yet there is method in't. )
~o0o~
Danny was in the waiting room of Steve’s doctor’s office playing solitaire on his phone. Grace had shown him how it worked and it helped pass the time. He looked up when one of the nurses stopped before him. She was a staunch supporter of them both. For her to be there meant bad things.
“Detective Williams,” she said in barely disguised exasperation.
“Oh dear.”
“Commander McGarrett is being recalcitrant. Might you come have a word with him?” the nurse asked.
Danny nodded and followed her to the exam room. Steve was on the opposite side of the examination table from the doctor who was holding a syringe.
“Steve,” Danny said.
“What’s going to happen now?
Will I turn into a cow?” Steve demanded. Danny couldn’t blame him but that wasn’t helpful.
“If the doctor says you need the shot, then you need it,” Danny said soothingly.
“Let him give you the shot.
Going into my arm it’s NOT.”
“It needs to go into your backside,” the doctor said wearily.
“Steve,” Danny said, the warning clear in that one word. “You are wasting Dr. Naeema’s time. Let him give you the shot so we can go home.”
“No no no.
Go go go.”
“We aren’t going anywhere until Dr. Naeema says we can,” Danny told him firmly.
“No, Danny,
No fanny,” Steve said, pleading in his voice.
It almost melted Danny’s heart to see the near terror in Steve’s eyes. He could understand how he felt but surely the doctor knew what he was doing. “What is it you need to give him?” Danny finally asked.
“It’s a broad spectrum antibiotic. You’ve had it before, Steve. It’s not going to exacerbate your condition,” Dr. Naeema said soothingly.
“The ointment caused couplet rhyming.
The shot will cause… rock climbing.”
“You have to the count to three,” Danny said sternly, not letting Steve’s puppy eyes sway him. “If you don’t lower your jeans, I’m pulling out the big guns.”
Steve shook his head.
“One…Two…Three.” Danny pulled out his phone, putting it on speaker. “Hey Monkey.”
“Hey Danno. How’s Uncle Steve?” Grace asked, concern coming through the phone.
“He’s being stubborn and pig headed,” Danny informed her. “The doctor needs to give him a shot and he is refusing.”
“Uncle Steve,” Grace said in disappointment. “You know better than that.”
“What if it makes things worse?
What if I always talk in verse?”
“If your doctor says it will help, you need to listen,” she told him.
“Okay, Gracie-face.
I just hope it’s safe,” Steve said as he slowly rounded the table, turning so the doctor could give him the shot.
“Well?” Danny asked when Steve was facing them.
“Well?” Grace asked from the phone.
“I am hurt.
A plague a' both your houses!”
“Oh dear God,” the doctor said in horrified fascination. “He’s quoting Shakespeare.”
“Was..th…Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,
When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme nor reason?” Steve stammered in his anger.