[Hawaii Five-0] On Any Given Day
Title: On Any Given Day
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Pre-slash, Steve/Danny
Word Count: 1,694
Disclaimer: In no way, shape, or form do these characters belong to me.
Summary: Everyone has secrets, it's just the way the world works.
Notes: This sort of a fill for my own prompt at
pineapple_infested. Liberties were taken with mythology/folklore of merfolk and selkies to fit the story.
Everyone has secrets, it's just the way the world works. For example, Danny hasn't exactly been forthcoming with the reason Rachel took Grace away from Jersey and the life they'd had there. Most people, though, when they hear Danny on the phone to Rachel's lawyers assume she left to get away from him, which, hey, only partially true.
The part where the secret comes into play isn't something he likes to advertise, so he lets other people think whatever they want. It makes things easier, and keeps them from asking too many questions, from digging deeper. Danny's grandmother explained it to him when he was younger. Told him all about his great-great-great-great grandmother and her Gift, something precious and special and his, however weakened over the generations.
Rachel left Jersey and took Grace to protect her. Thinking if they moved someplace else, somewhere Danny wasn't, it would be enough. She just didn't understand that it wasn't Danny, it was the whole fucking world and everything that hid in the shadows they had to worry about, to protect Grace from, not him and his fucking Gift.
It wasn't something that could be used as a weapon. The most he could do was sense when people were lying to him, stronger than a gut feeling, even if that was his go to explanation when asked he'd known a suspect was bullshitting him. It came in handy when faced with bad situations on the job, made the difference more than once when he listened to it and waited for backup instead of barging in with guns blazing.
And then he meets Steve McGarrett, who brings Chin and Kono into his life, and all he can think is Goddamn it, because their secrets are all tangled up in his. More than that, though, Steve doesn't listen when Danny insists they wait for backup, when they're headed into a situation that is almost certain to get them killed messily, and fuck his life anyway.
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Danny doesn't realize how much he's let his guard down around Steve and the others, how used to them he's become. He's around them so much the itch under his skin, the low hum at the edge of hearing seems normal, something he's learned to live with like having a bad knee and near-constant headache thanks to Steve's special brand of crazy.
The thing that kills him, absolutely kills him is that he senses it before anything happens. He feels the sudden spike, and shakes it off because Steve's being an asshole and making him laugh anyway, the fucker.
He's distracted, laughing at Steve, but then Grace's screaming, panic and fear in her voice and he turns in time to see the wave, see it dragging her out to sea, away.
He's running, then, diving into the water, focused on reaching Grace. He realizes it for what it is then, when he's underwater and it's all he can sense, strange and alien and holding onto Grace, refusing to give her up just yet. Desperation takes hold of him then, and he pushes himself harder even though he's running out of air. A pair of arms wrap around his waist as a pair of silvery forms dart past, focused and determined. He fights against the arms around him, but they're strong and unrelenting, pulling him up to the surface, away.
He's yelling the moment they hit the beach, twisting around because he knows who's holding him, knows it's fucking Steve McGarrett and his daughter is still down there.
"Danno!"
Danny jerks around to see Grace, safe and sound on the sand at the edge of the water, Kono and Chin curled protectively around her. Danny scrambles out of Steve's arms to reach her, Kono and Chin easing away to give them room. Grace is fine, if a little shaken, and Danny takes a moment to thank every god he can think of for that, for Kono and Chin and even fucking Steve, and, oh, shit.
Danny looks up, and sees Kono and Chin, understands the itch under his skin, the low-grade hum at the edge of hearing when his eyes land on the scales. Cool blues and silver on Chin, radiant reds and golds for Kono. Steve's watching him warily, like he's waiting for Danny to freak out like he thinks Hawaii has laid claim to weird shit, as if Danny hasn't seen stranger in Jersey on a good day.
So much about his team suddenly makes sense, such as their love of water that was bordering on, quite, frankly, disturbing, but, well. "So," he says, after another long moment, Grace safe in his arms while his team watches and waits. "I guess this explains a few things."
Steve's eyes narrow, and, oh, there's a shitload of talking in their immediate future, all right.
"Danno?"
Danny opens his mouth, closes it and looks down at Grace as she wriggles in his arms, small fingers wrapping around his arm. "Danno," she says, worried. "Danno, it was an accident."
Danny opens his mouth to ask her what she means, when he feels it again, the spike of sensation, noise, and looks up to see a figure standing in the water a few yards out, small and hesitant. Elfin in form, upturned almond shaped eyes. Young.
"It - " Grace stops and frowns, looks up to him for help, uncertain. "She?"
Danny looks back at Grace, safesafesafe, and takes a breath before answering. "She," he agrees, because Grace is his daughter, after all, and why shouldn't she take after him in this, too?
"She was just curious," Grace says, explanation and apology in one. She's smiling at the creature - sea nymph, Danny's mind helpfully supplies - forgiveness granted that easily.
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Danny has a room of his own at Steve's house whenever he needs it. He doesn't know when it happened, but he probably should paid more attention. He definitely should have noticed when a second bed, just the right size for a growing kid showed up in it, though.
After making sure Grace is settled for the night he walks into Steve's living room to find Steve waiting for him, arms folded and looking decidedly uneasy. Danny squints at him, wondering how this is going to play out between them.
"Grace asleep?"
Danny sighs, running a hand through his hair. Grace is fine and has a new best friend who isn't entirely human, sure, but she's fine and sleeping and apparently Steve wants to have that talk now."Yeah," he says. "Thanks. For earlier."
Steve shrugs, looks away. “Kono and Chin went home,” he says, and looks at Danny expectantly, which can only mean they're leaving whatever happens next to Steve.
"So, you know how Rachel said I'm a trouble magnet?" He starts out with, not knowing what else to say. "She's not far wrong."
Unlike Steve, who seems to be a trouble magnet for things like trigger-happy assholes and people who want to blow him up, Danny gets things like bogeymen and goblins and an occasional troll, because, hey, Jersey. It's the damn Gift again, something that either utterly fascinates supernatural beings or sends them into a blood-thirsty rage without ever knowing why, and Jesus Christ, what kind of life is that for Grace?
Danny looks up when he realizes Steve hasn't said anything, and frowns at the look on his face. "This wasn't," Danny breaks off, frustrated. There are very good reasons he doesn't go around telling people he can sense things, that he gets feelings. Most of said reasons involve not getting locked up in a padded room."It wasn't because I didn't trust you, you asshole," Danny says, getting angrier the more he thinks about it. He wasn't the only one keeping a fucking secret and Steve does not get to act like Danny's wronged him.
Steve looks mad, fucking, seriously mad, for a moment before he covers it with a blank expression. "Of course not."
Oh, and that. Okay. That. "You're really shitty at hiding your pelt," he says in retaliation because of course Steve is. The one thing possibly as important to him as breathing, and the bastard can't find a decent place to hide it.
"What?" Steve asks, genuine surprise morphing into annoyance when his brain catches up. "It's not a pelt, you fucker."
Danny rolls his eyes. Naturally that's what's important here. "Semantics."
"When - "
"Before we met. Officially," he says, gesturing vaguely towards the garage. "I was looking for evidence, and it was right there," Danny says, angry all over again because Steve is a moron.
Steve grimaces like he knows what Danny's thinking. "...It's not like I could have explained carrying it around," he mutters, scowling at Danny. "Navy, remember?"
Danny remembers, and seriously, if it were any other situation Steve would be getting so much shit from him about that. "Right," he says instead. "Because leaving it lying around your father's garage was so much better. Jesus.”
Steve looks at him helplessly, and that's. Danny sighs, all the anger and frustration, the fear from earlier is just. Gone. "Put it someplace safe, okay?" It's a small thing to ask, all things considered. He knows Steve can handle almost anything Danny's world can throw at him, but this. It's Steve's fucking life, and he acts like he can't be bothered to care about it, which. If that's true Danny doesn't know what the point is.
"Fine. Jesus, fine. Okay," Steve says, looking at Danny strangely, like he can't believe it's just that simple.
It's not, really, but it's something. A beginning, maybe. "Shut up," Danny mutters. He's tired, everything starting to catch up to him, and he still has to tell Rachel that, surprise, surprise, Hawaii isn't any safer than Jersey, or anywhere she tries to go to keep Grace safe.
"Hey," Steve reaches out as he walks by, fingers warm on his arm. "You're not as alone as you think," he says, not as sure of his words this time around.
Danny rolls his eyes, but. Okay. Yes. Hawaii might not be safer, but Danny gets merfolk and a moron of a selkie, and that might just be enough.
Down to the Sea at my LJ, my DW Journal, and my IJ.
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Pre-slash, Steve/Danny
Word Count: 1,694
Disclaimer: In no way, shape, or form do these characters belong to me.
Summary: Everyone has secrets, it's just the way the world works.
Notes: This sort of a fill for my own prompt at
pineapple_infested. Liberties were taken with mythology/folklore of merfolk and selkies to fit the story.
Everyone has secrets, it's just the way the world works. For example, Danny hasn't exactly been forthcoming with the reason Rachel took Grace away from Jersey and the life they'd had there. Most people, though, when they hear Danny on the phone to Rachel's lawyers assume she left to get away from him, which, hey, only partially true.
The part where the secret comes into play isn't something he likes to advertise, so he lets other people think whatever they want. It makes things easier, and keeps them from asking too many questions, from digging deeper. Danny's grandmother explained it to him when he was younger. Told him all about his great-great-great-great grandmother and her Gift, something precious and special and his, however weakened over the generations.
Rachel left Jersey and took Grace to protect her. Thinking if they moved someplace else, somewhere Danny wasn't, it would be enough. She just didn't understand that it wasn't Danny, it was the whole fucking world and everything that hid in the shadows they had to worry about, to protect Grace from, not him and his fucking Gift.
It wasn't something that could be used as a weapon. The most he could do was sense when people were lying to him, stronger than a gut feeling, even if that was his go to explanation when asked he'd known a suspect was bullshitting him. It came in handy when faced with bad situations on the job, made the difference more than once when he listened to it and waited for backup instead of barging in with guns blazing.
And then he meets Steve McGarrett, who brings Chin and Kono into his life, and all he can think is Goddamn it, because their secrets are all tangled up in his. More than that, though, Steve doesn't listen when Danny insists they wait for backup, when they're headed into a situation that is almost certain to get them killed messily, and fuck his life anyway.
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Danny doesn't realize how much he's let his guard down around Steve and the others, how used to them he's become. He's around them so much the itch under his skin, the low hum at the edge of hearing seems normal, something he's learned to live with like having a bad knee and near-constant headache thanks to Steve's special brand of crazy.
The thing that kills him, absolutely kills him is that he senses it before anything happens. He feels the sudden spike, and shakes it off because Steve's being an asshole and making him laugh anyway, the fucker.
He's distracted, laughing at Steve, but then Grace's screaming, panic and fear in her voice and he turns in time to see the wave, see it dragging her out to sea, away.
He's running, then, diving into the water, focused on reaching Grace. He realizes it for what it is then, when he's underwater and it's all he can sense, strange and alien and holding onto Grace, refusing to give her up just yet. Desperation takes hold of him then, and he pushes himself harder even though he's running out of air. A pair of arms wrap around his waist as a pair of silvery forms dart past, focused and determined. He fights against the arms around him, but they're strong and unrelenting, pulling him up to the surface, away.
He's yelling the moment they hit the beach, twisting around because he knows who's holding him, knows it's fucking Steve McGarrett and his daughter is still down there.
"Danno!"
Danny jerks around to see Grace, safe and sound on the sand at the edge of the water, Kono and Chin curled protectively around her. Danny scrambles out of Steve's arms to reach her, Kono and Chin easing away to give them room. Grace is fine, if a little shaken, and Danny takes a moment to thank every god he can think of for that, for Kono and Chin and even fucking Steve, and, oh, shit.
Danny looks up, and sees Kono and Chin, understands the itch under his skin, the low-grade hum at the edge of hearing when his eyes land on the scales. Cool blues and silver on Chin, radiant reds and golds for Kono. Steve's watching him warily, like he's waiting for Danny to freak out like he thinks Hawaii has laid claim to weird shit, as if Danny hasn't seen stranger in Jersey on a good day.
So much about his team suddenly makes sense, such as their love of water that was bordering on, quite, frankly, disturbing, but, well. "So," he says, after another long moment, Grace safe in his arms while his team watches and waits. "I guess this explains a few things."
Steve's eyes narrow, and, oh, there's a shitload of talking in their immediate future, all right.
"Danno?"
Danny opens his mouth, closes it and looks down at Grace as she wriggles in his arms, small fingers wrapping around his arm. "Danno," she says, worried. "Danno, it was an accident."
Danny opens his mouth to ask her what she means, when he feels it again, the spike of sensation, noise, and looks up to see a figure standing in the water a few yards out, small and hesitant. Elfin in form, upturned almond shaped eyes. Young.
"It - " Grace stops and frowns, looks up to him for help, uncertain. "She?"
Danny looks back at Grace, safesafesafe, and takes a breath before answering. "She," he agrees, because Grace is his daughter, after all, and why shouldn't she take after him in this, too?
"She was just curious," Grace says, explanation and apology in one. She's smiling at the creature - sea nymph, Danny's mind helpfully supplies - forgiveness granted that easily.
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Danny has a room of his own at Steve's house whenever he needs it. He doesn't know when it happened, but he probably should paid more attention. He definitely should have noticed when a second bed, just the right size for a growing kid showed up in it, though.
After making sure Grace is settled for the night he walks into Steve's living room to find Steve waiting for him, arms folded and looking decidedly uneasy. Danny squints at him, wondering how this is going to play out between them.
"Grace asleep?"
Danny sighs, running a hand through his hair. Grace is fine and has a new best friend who isn't entirely human, sure, but she's fine and sleeping and apparently Steve wants to have that talk now."Yeah," he says. "Thanks. For earlier."
Steve shrugs, looks away. “Kono and Chin went home,” he says, and looks at Danny expectantly, which can only mean they're leaving whatever happens next to Steve.
"So, you know how Rachel said I'm a trouble magnet?" He starts out with, not knowing what else to say. "She's not far wrong."
Unlike Steve, who seems to be a trouble magnet for things like trigger-happy assholes and people who want to blow him up, Danny gets things like bogeymen and goblins and an occasional troll, because, hey, Jersey. It's the damn Gift again, something that either utterly fascinates supernatural beings or sends them into a blood-thirsty rage without ever knowing why, and Jesus Christ, what kind of life is that for Grace?
Danny looks up when he realizes Steve hasn't said anything, and frowns at the look on his face. "This wasn't," Danny breaks off, frustrated. There are very good reasons he doesn't go around telling people he can sense things, that he gets feelings. Most of said reasons involve not getting locked up in a padded room."It wasn't because I didn't trust you, you asshole," Danny says, getting angrier the more he thinks about it. He wasn't the only one keeping a fucking secret and Steve does not get to act like Danny's wronged him.
Steve looks mad, fucking, seriously mad, for a moment before he covers it with a blank expression. "Of course not."
Oh, and that. Okay. That. "You're really shitty at hiding your pelt," he says in retaliation because of course Steve is. The one thing possibly as important to him as breathing, and the bastard can't find a decent place to hide it.
"What?" Steve asks, genuine surprise morphing into annoyance when his brain catches up. "It's not a pelt, you fucker."
Danny rolls his eyes. Naturally that's what's important here. "Semantics."
"When - "
"Before we met. Officially," he says, gesturing vaguely towards the garage. "I was looking for evidence, and it was right there," Danny says, angry all over again because Steve is a moron.
Steve grimaces like he knows what Danny's thinking. "...It's not like I could have explained carrying it around," he mutters, scowling at Danny. "Navy, remember?"
Danny remembers, and seriously, if it were any other situation Steve would be getting so much shit from him about that. "Right," he says instead. "Because leaving it lying around your father's garage was so much better. Jesus.”
Steve looks at him helplessly, and that's. Danny sighs, all the anger and frustration, the fear from earlier is just. Gone. "Put it someplace safe, okay?" It's a small thing to ask, all things considered. He knows Steve can handle almost anything Danny's world can throw at him, but this. It's Steve's fucking life, and he acts like he can't be bothered to care about it, which. If that's true Danny doesn't know what the point is.
"Fine. Jesus, fine. Okay," Steve says, looking at Danny strangely, like he can't believe it's just that simple.
It's not, really, but it's something. A beginning, maybe. "Shut up," Danny mutters. He's tired, everything starting to catch up to him, and he still has to tell Rachel that, surprise, surprise, Hawaii isn't any safer than Jersey, or anywhere she tries to go to keep Grace safe.
"Hey," Steve reaches out as he walks by, fingers warm on his arm. "You're not as alone as you think," he says, not as sure of his words this time around.
Danny rolls his eyes, but. Okay. Yes. Hawaii might not be safer, but Danny gets merfolk and a moron of a selkie, and that might just be enough.
Down to the Sea at my LJ, my DW Journal, and my IJ.
Posted at http://kitsune-tsuki.dreamwidth.org/323478.html. | You can reply here or there. |