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18 May 2012 @ 12:54 pm
Come Home Safe (3/5)  

Title: Come Home Safe (3/5)
Rating:  NC-17 
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Summary: AU from episode 2.22. Steve didn't find Wo Fat but he did find some truths that he needed to discover. But will Danny listen to his explanations? And can Danny trust Steve not to go off on his own again?
Warnings: none except muses on the loose
Word Count: part 3 ~4700
(link to part 2)
(link to part 1)

(link to part 4)

Steve was relieved when he boarded the plane to find it only a third full. Spending 20 hours in a confined space was going to be hard enough. Having the three center seats to himself would make it a little easier.

He spotted the Federal air marshal as he made his way down the aisle. As casual as the marshal was acting, Steve recognized a fellow law-enforcement agent as though he had his badge and gun on public display. That the air marshal was sitting one row behind Steve in his requisite aisle seat gave Steve a sense of security he hadn’t had since he left Hawaii.

As soon as the fasten seatbelt light was off, Steve lifted the interior armrests and curled up on the three seats. A tiny part of his brain insisted on telling him that they were probably just the right size for Danny to stretch out. He nearly smiled at the idea of it but he didn’t think he deserved to smile at any thoughts containing Danny.

He slept fitfully, sometimes fighting the blanket that had been draped over him, but at least he slept. Probably better than he had the entire time he’d been in Japan. His dreams were filled with chasing Wo Fat and having him disappear right before Steve could grab him. Or Wo Fat holding Danny hostage, threatening to kill him if Steve didn’t put down his guns.

“Hey,” a strange voice was saying. It was stern but warm, the hand on his shoulder keeping him anchored.

“Uhh,” Steve grunted, opening his gritty eyes.

“You were having a nightmare,” the man he had identified as the air marshal was saying. He was squatting in the aisle, a look of genuine concern on his face.

“I’m okay,” Steve said, rubbing over his eyes, trying to get them to fully open. He slowly sat up and accepted the bottle of water from the attendant who left them alone with a tiny frown. The marshal took the seat next to Steve, still watching the other passengers casually.

“You were determined to bring him in, whoever he is,” the marshal said.

“Yeah,” Steve said, finally able to fully focus on the man studying him. “I’m all right.”

“If you’re sure, Commander,” the marshal said quietly.

“You know me?” Steve asked, certain they’d never met before.

“I was informed you were flying with us,” the marshal told him. “Standard procedure.”

Steve nodded, sipping more water. “Do you know how much longer?”

“We’ve been airborne for five hours,” the marshal said. “The attendants asked me to wake you. You were starting to worry some of the other passengers. They didn’t think getting too close to you was a good idea.”

Steve nodded ruefully. “Appreciate it.”

“I understand,” the marshal said. “I’m former Army. My wife finally learned to wake me without getting a black eye.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “At home it’s not quite so bad. Anywhere else - well,” Steve shrugged.

“Same here,” the marshal agreed. “I’m going to get back to my seat if you’re okay.”

“I’m fine,” Steve assured him with a nod of thanks. He watched the marshal return to his seat where he picked up a magazine Steve was sure he wasn’t going to read. Steve took out his iPad, deciding that he could at least review the photos of the Champ box evidence. As he was going to that folder, he saw a new one entitled “Grace.” Inside he found The Little Mermaid, Toy Story, and Snow White. All of Grace’s favorites. He had let her use his iPad the last time she had come over with her Danno and she apparently decided he needed her favorite movies with him at all times. Smiling at the thoughts of Grace and her father, he plugged in his earphones and watched the movies. They transported him to a different place and time, of happiness and innocence.

After the nearly interminable flight, they finally announced the approach to Newark. Steve could feel the relief from the passengers all around him, a relief he mirrored. Being on a plane for 20 hours was practically inhumane.

As soon as the plane doors opened, Steve felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Newark Liberty International Airport Marriott room 518 theres a free shuttle So much for Chin not telling Danny he was coming. On the plus side, Danny had taken care of a place for him to stay and a way for him to get there.

“Do you need a lift?” the air marshal asked as they made their way down the walkway toward the terminal.

“I’ll take the shuttle,” Steve said, glancing over at the man walking next to him. He was only a little shorter than Steve with dark hair, dark eyes and coffee colored skin, his posture that of ex-military just as he had said. “I appreciate it though.”

“Brothers in arms,” the marshal said with a nod before disappearing into the crowd of people welcoming the weary travelers.

It didn’t take long for Steve to find the shuttle to the hotel, his name on the list of potential passengers. He settled in the hard plastic seat, wondering what the next 24 hours would bring. Would he have the chance to talk to Danny, to try and explain? Or had he ruined what was probably the best thing in his life? Could he pretend that the only thing he felt for Danny was friendship? Friendship akin to brotherhood? He was trained not to feel and that training had always served him well. That was before the Danno-whirlwind had entered his life. He had turned around everything Steve thought he knew and believed. He couldn’t regret it. Nor did he know what to do with this new knowledge because he certainly couldn’t tell Danny. He would lose him for sure if he did. And despite his abrupt decision to go to Japan, he could no longer imagine his life with no Danny in it.

Steve left the shuttle to make his slow way to the hotel front desk. The young woman behind the desk looked at him as though she wanted to volunteer to help him rediscover his heterosexuality. It was flattering, especially considering the amount of travel dirt still clinging to him. He accepted the key card when she assured him that the charges had been taken care of and if there was anything he needed, he shouldn’t hesitate to give her a call. Even if she was off duty.

He gave her a tight smile and took the elevator up to the fifth floor. The door swung open before he got the card in, Danny right on the other side. Steve could only stand and stare. He’d been afraid he wouldn’t find Danny to talk to him and yet here he was. Waiting. In the hotel room.

“Don’t loiter. I’ll have to arrest you,” Danny said, waving him in.

“You don’t have jurisdiction,” Steve said, surprised to find his voice as he stepped into the fairly spacious room.

“I can get it,” Danny said, taking the tote Steve was still clutching as though his life depended on it. “Shower. There are briefs and plenty of towels in the bathroom. What do you want to eat? Don’t tell me nothing because I will hogtie you and force the food down your throat. Take off your clothes so I can inspect for damage.”

Steve blinked at the rush of words, trying to figure out what was first on the agenda. That decision was taken from him when Danny reached out and pulled up his polo. “I’m fine.”

“Says the man who can be shot and fail to mention it. Off. Off,” Danny ordered, gesturing at Steve’s shirt.

Knowing from experience that doing it was easier, Steve pulled his black shirt up over his head, letting it drop on the floor.

“Pants,” Danny said, pointing at the filthy cargos.

“I’m not wearing briefs.”

“You got nothing I ain’t seen before, buddy. Off. Now,” Danny ordered, fists on his hips.

Steve unbuckled his belt, undoing his pants and shoving them down. He toed off his sneakers glad he didn’t have on his boots. That wouldn’t be too awkward or anything. He looked back up at Danny who was studying him with a clinical expression, making a spinning motion with his hand. Steve did a 180, waiting as patiently as he could.

“Doesn’t look there’s anything that will kill you right away. We’ll deal with the scrapes and cuts when you’re out,” Danny said, pointing to the bathroom. “What do you want to eat?”

“I don’t care,” Steve said as he made his way over to the huge bathroom. “You decide.”

“And you’ll eat it?”

“Yes,” Steve said over the sound of the running water.

“No Navy shower either,” Danny ordered, standing in the doorway.

“Where’d these briefs come from?” Steve asked as he stepped under the hot water.

“Macy’s. I got you jeans and tees too. But you’re going to sleep after you eat,” Danny informed him.

“We need to talk,” Steve said, holding completely still in order to see if he could hear Danny’s reaction.

“Damn straight we do. But it can wait until you look less like the walking dead.”

“I’m fine,” Steve said as he scrubbed his hair.

“You’re a liar,” Danny retorted, leaving the bathroom to call room service. He ordered the largest steak they had available along with mashed potatoes. He also added a six-pack of beer, knowing it would help to have some inside of Steve before the dreaded talk.

He was perched on the bed by the window when Steve finally emerged wearing only the white briefs. He had used the razor Danny had left him and looked better than Danny expected, like he had remembered to eat while he was gone. Danny doubted he’d had much sleep but that would be taken care of.

“Come here please so I can bandage your scraps,” Danny requested, surveying the cuts and abrasions mostly on Steve’s arms and legs.

“I’m fine,” Steve said, crossing his arms and stubbornly staying where he was.

“I swear to God. If you don’t stop saying that, I will…” Danny’s hands added the words he couldn’t, staring up at Steve. “It will take five minutes. Why are you so godamm stubborn?”

“Why are you?”

“Shut up. Please. I’m begging you,” Danny said, getting up and grabbing Steve by the forearm. Steve allowed himself to be dragged over by the bed where Danny had been sitting, waiting silently as Danny fussed over him. The worst of the abrasions were just below his elbows, the skin scrapped equally raw on both arms. “What did you do?” Danny asked as he inspected the skin for any lingering debris. Finding it raw but clean, Danny soothed in the ointment and placed the bandages over it.

“Not important,” Steve said to the top of Danny’s head. Being this close to Danny, having him fuss over him, gently place the gauze over his scraps, was dangerous to Steve’s mental and emotional balance.

“There,” Danny said, straightening and looking up at Steve. “Pretty sure you’ll live.”

“Where are the clothes you bought?” Steve asked, glancing around the hotel room.

“You aren’t putting them on. You are getting into bed. After you eat, you are sleeping,” Danny announced.

“You always been this bossy?” Steve asked, meeting Danny’s eyes. Mostly what he found in them was humor rather than the anger or, worse, disappointment he had expected.

“Pretty much. Yeah. Get in bed,” Danny ordered, pointing to it.

“I can’t eat in bed.”

“Why not? We’re in a hotel. If you spill, we’ll have it cleaned up. Or you sleep over here instead.”

Steve finally conceded to the inevitable and climbed into the admittedly luxurious bed. Heaven right here in New Jersey. “Chin told you I was coming.”

“Yeah. He told me you also said for him not to tell me. I figured you might come once you surfaced.”

“Why are you here?” Steve asked, adjusting the pillows where he was leaning back against the headboard.

“Why did you leave?” Danny countered.

“So we’re doing this now?” Steve asked, keeping eye contact.

Danny sighed, looking back out the window. But he didn’t say anything.

“How were you exposed to smallpox?” Steve finally asked into the uncomfortably loud silence.

“Mad scientist decided there were too many people clogging up the Earth. She was going to cull the herd.”

“Oh,” Steve said. He figured what Danny had said made sense but not so much to him. “So you went to LA?”

“Chin and I did. We took the Governor’s plane. With G. Callen and Sam Hanna.”


“To follow the smallpox,” Danny said. “Your friend Hanna is something else.”

“Yes he is. I’m sure he’ll say the same about you,” Steve said with a smile.

“Probably. Decided the Camaro should be named Winifred.”

“Well. That’s…something,” Steve said. “You secured the smallpox?”

“Would I be here if we hadn’t?” Danny responded, instantly regretting that he sounded so harsh. He hadn’t meant to bite Steve’s head off. That was for later.

“No,” Steve said back just a harshly.

“All right. I’m sorry,” Danny said. “It should have been you going with me to LA.”

“I know,” Steve said in a milder tone to match Danny’s.

“It’s not that I don’t trust Chin with my life. I do. But he’s not my partner.”

“I know,” Steve repeated.

“It’s fine for you to say I know. But you don’t act like it,” Danny said. Apparently they were doing this now. No time like the present.

“I couldn’t take you,” Steve started. Anything else he would have said was cut off.

“You didn’t even ask,” Danny said, standing up to pace. “Maybe I would have had sense enough to stay behind. But you should have asked.”

“No I shouldn’t. I had to go it alone,” Steve told him.

“You aren’t alone, Steve. You aren’t a SEAL. Well, you are. But…” Danny stopped, taking a deep breath. “You have a partner and an entire team. We have your back when you allow us to.”

“This is my fight, not yours.”

“No. No, that is where you are wrong. It’s our fight because it’s your fight. You could have gotten yourself killed and you didn’t even find what you were looking for,” Danny pointed out, his hands waving as though he was trying to take flight with wings that could not support his weight. “We might have lost you. You could have died and we would never know how or where or even why. We wouldn’t have a body to bury. And while you’re off on your personal vendetta, I could have died of smallpox. Smallpox, Steven. You could have come home to an urn and a broken-hearted little girl.” Danny stopped. He’d run out of steam and out of words. He chanced at glance at Steve who was still watching him, a look of resignation on his face.

“I wasn’t killed. You didn’t die of smallpox,” Steve finally said.

“Not this time,” Danny said.

“You think there’ll be a next time?” Steve asked.

“There is always a next time with you. South Korea. Japan. Next it will be Antarctica. Or the Amazon. The river not the on-line mega store.”

“I knew what you meant. And it wasn’t the same with South Korea. Jenna….”

“Jenna’s dead. And you were minutes from joining her. I don’t fault you for what you did. But if she hadn’t gotten that call through, we’d have never seen you again,” Danny reminded him, perching on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees to support his head. “You nearly died.”

“That’s why I had to go to Japan. End it with Wo Fat once and for all.”

“But you didn’t. He’s still out there. And next time you have ‘intel’ with his locale, you’ll go off again.”

Steve absorbed those words, understanding what Danny was really asking. “I cannot promise you I won’t.”

“I can promise you this,” Danny said, lifting his head to stare at Steve. “If you do this again, we are done. I will resign from 5-0.”

“You won’t resign from 5-0,” Steve said with too much certainty. “You have nowhere else to work.”

Danny frowned at him, balling his hands into fists. “You are more arrogant than I thought and that’s saying something.”

“HPD won’t take you back,” Steve said, feeling like it was cheating. But he was pretty sure Danny knew it already. Between their antagonism over him being a haole and jealousy because he was chosen for the elite task force, HPD had as much as black-balled Danny permanently. It was one of the open secrets on the islands. Steve would have fought for him but it only served his interests to have HPD consider him un-hirable now.

“Just for your information, Mr. Self-righteous, Stan wants me to head up his corporate security. All I have to do is make one phone call and he’ll double my salary. I’ll have a staff of 60 who report directly to me. Don’t think 5-0 is the only option I have,” Danny said.

“Is that a threat?” Steve asked, squinting slightly at Danny.

“It’s a warning,” Danny corrected. “You think you can do or say anything you want and it doesn’t matter because I am stuck at 5-0. Well, I’m not. He offered me the job three months ago. When I told him no, he said the offer remains open.”

“You never told me,” Steve said, sounding hurt even to his own ears.

“I had absolutely no intentions of accepting. Not until you went Houdini on my ass,” Danny said.

“You’d really take the job? Leave 5-0?”

“If you ever pull another stunt like this, I will. I won’t look back. And you’ll never see Grace again.”

“Is Grace okay?” Steve asked, the mention of her name making his heart flutter.

“She’s fine. Wants to know when you’re coming home. Thanks for putting me in the position of telling her I have no idea.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care,” Danny said. “I only care that you are safe. And I want you to stay that way.”

“I can’t promise that,” Steve repeated.

“Why is your personal vendetta more important than us?” Danny demanded. “Why can’t you have both?”


“Pursue Wo Fat. Follow ghosts. I don’t care. Just include us. Let us decide how much we’re willing to risk.”

“I’m not willing to risk you,” Steve said almost too quietly for Danny to hear.

“Leaving me behind means you lose me anyway,” Danny reminded him.

“But you won’t be dead.”

“I will be to you,” Danny warned.

“Please don’t say that again.”

“You need to hear me. You need to know I cannot, I will not go through this again. No matter how much I….” Danny stopped, biting down on his words to prevent them from escaping without his permission. It was what he wanted to say to Steve but knew there was no turning back from the words. He couldn’t say them. The risks were too great.

“Say it,” Steve said evenly. Maybe it was true, that Danny felt for him what he wanted to deny he felt for Danny.

“You don’t deserve it,” Danny said. “Not after what you did.”

“I’m not apologizing again. And I can’t promise I’ll never chase Wo Fat when I think I have the chance to find him.”

“Then I have nothing more to say to you,” Danny said, standing and crossing to the door. “I’ll see you in Hawaii.”

“Are you quitting 5-0?” Steve asked, his voice closer than it had been. Danny refused to turn around because he knew he’d be facing Steve’s gorgeous body. If he kept facing the door, his resolve wouldn’t be undermined by those taut muscles, wide expanse of tanned skin, and delicious tattoos. “Are you?” Steve asked, a warm, heavy hand landing on Danny’s shoulder.

“No,” Danny whispered. He wanted to shake off that hand, show Steve he was stronger than that, that he could walk away. Who was he kidding? Not himself. He slowly turned to look up at Steve, seeing the near desperation in his eyes. “Was chasing Wo Fat the only reason you left?”

Steve stared down at him, not breathing, not blinking. He took a step back, still staring at Danny.

“It’s not, is it,” Danny said. It wasn’t so much a question as a statement. “You used your vendetta as an excuse.”

“I thought I’d found him,” Steve said softly.

“I don’t doubt that. But I do doubt that was the main reason you left. You may have told yourself it was. But I don’t believe it.”

“Why do you think I left?” Steve asked, wondering if he really wanted the answer. Maybe the truth was too much to bear.

“Why do you think you left?” Danny asked in a coaxing tone, remaining by the door. He figured that room service would arrive about the time Steve was ready to confess. Be just their luck.

“To find Wo Fat,” Steve said.

Danny shook his head. “Try again.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Steve said.

Danny turned the door handle, looking at Steve over his shoulder. “When you figure it out, call me. If I’m not busy, we can discuss it.”

“No,” Steve said, pushing the door closed and holding it. “Please.”

“Tell me the truth,” Danny said to the door, refusing to turn to look up at Steve. He was all too aware of Steve’s arm pressing up against his shoulder, the tattoo shining like a beacon to Danny. His brain nearly exploded with his need to lick that inked skin.

“You. You are the reason I left,” Steve whispered, dropping his arm.

With those words, Danny turned and leaned heavily against the door. Steve’s expression was open, pleading, honest. “What do you want?”

“Whatever you do,” Steve said.

“Don’t lie to me. Or yourself. Tell me what you want.”

“I can’t have what I want. I never could.”

“Maybe this time you can,” Danny suggested. “You want me.”

“Yes but I know I can’t have you,” Steve said, turning to move deeper into the room.

“What makes you think that?”

“You aren’t gay. You’ve never shown any interest in men. In me,” Steve said.

“No I’m not. No I haven’t. Yes I have,” Danny said.

“What?” Steve said, his adorably confused face in full force.

“I’m not gay, not in the traditional sense. I’ve decided I’m Steve-sexual. I don’t want anything from any man that’s not you. Or anybody that’s not you for that matter. I have flirted with you almost from the first day. You refused to realize it.”

“No you haven’t,” Steve said, shaking his head.

“You’re a smart boy, babe. Figure it out,” Danny said. “And get in bed,” he added when the knock sounded on the door.

“You aren’t leaving?” Steve had to ask, getting under the covers. Certainly the room service guy would have seen it all before but he didn’t need to see it all this time.

“No, I’m not leaving, you goof. I’m getting your food,” Danny said, opening the door so the server could push the trolley in.

“I apologize for the delay,” the young man said breathlessly. “We got a huge rush. If you need anything else, I’ll make sure it comes up right away.”

“It’s fine,” Danny assured him, signing the bill and showing him out. “You want to eat there or sit here?”

“If you’ll give me a tee shirt, I’ll eat at the table.”

“Bed then,” Danny said, picking up the tray and taking it to Steve.

“I can arrest you for false imprisonment,” Steve tried, taking the tray and sniffing the delicious food.

“You are free to leave any time. You’ll have to put on your filthy clothes but I’m not holding you here against your will,” Danny pointed out, fishing a cold beer out of the small tub of ice. “Here. You want some ibuprofen?”

“I took some after my shower,” Steve told him, cutting up the steak that was done exactly the way he liked them. Along with the huge mound of mashed potatoes was steamed broccoli, butter on the side. “Where’s yours?” Steve asked around a mouthful of steak and potatoes.

“You really are an animal, aren’t you?” Danny said, laying a napkin across Steve’s lap over the comforter.

“Where’s your food?”

“I ate at mom’s before I came,” Danny said.

“How are your mom and dad?”

“Good. If you can stand the noise, she wants to stuff you full of ravioli.”

“I’d like that,” Steve said, eating more of his lunch. “Are you staying after I eat?”

“Will you sleep if I leave?”

Steve studied his food rather than looking up at Danny.

“All right. I’ll stay. That’s why there are two beds,” Danny told him.

“You could sleep with me,” Steve suggested quietly.

Danny sighed, carefully climbing onto Steve’s bed and pressing up against his side. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is. I do,” Steve said. Danny being next to him brought a warm, solid presence, grounding Steve like he hadn’t been in for a very long time. He was accustom to the casual touching they shared without even realizing it. But this was different. This was intentional, a sharing of space that was very nearly intimate. “Are you sleeping in your jeans?”

“Why?” Danny asked, watching Steve as he consumed the food.

“It won’t be very comfortable,” Steve said as casually as he could.

“Uh huh. That the only reason?”

“You said you are Steve-sexual. Maybe I want proof,” Steve suggested, turning to smile at Danny.

That smile. Damn him and his smiling smile. “I’ll take them off,” Danny said, staring at Steve’s damn smiling face.

“Good. What does it mean?”

“That I won’t sleep with my jeans on,” Danny said slowly to make sure he could understand.

“No you ass. Steve-sexual.”

“You know what it means. You are Danno-sexual,” Danny told him.

“Am not,” Steve said, returning his attention to the food. But Danny wasn’t fooled.

“Then why I am sitting in the same bed as you? Why do you want me to take off my jeans? Why do you want me to sleep with you? Why are you….”

“Okay. I get it,” Steve laughed, smiling that damn smile again.

“You are such a goof. I have no idea how I can think this is a good idea.”

“You can’t help it. Any more than I can.”

“There is that,” Danny was forced to agreed, reaching over for a stalk of broccoli. He popped it into his mouth, watching Steve finish his steak. “You want anything else?”

Steve shook his head, yawning before he could stop himself. “No. I’ll burst if I eat anything else.”

“Doubt it,” Danny said, getting off the bed to take the tray. Once it was safely outside the door, Danny hung the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign and locked the door. That done, he peeled off his jeans, conscious of Steve’s eyes on him the entire time. When he made eye contact as he advanced to the bed, he could see Steve’s emotions closer to the surface than he’d ever seen before.

“Take off your shirt,” Steve requested quietly.

Rather than argue, Danny pulled his shirt up over his head, watching Steve watch him. Steve’s eyes had widened, his breathing picking up speed.

“Ohhh…” Steve whispered.

“You’ve seen me in my board shorts,” Danny said, standing just next to the bed. He remained still as Steve reached out to touch the expanse of warm skin covered with golden curls. His palm skimmed over his stomach, tickling him and delighting his skin.

“This is different,” Steve said quietly.

“All right,” Danny said. “Move over.”

Steve moved to make more room for Danny to climb in.

“Just because I’m staying doesn’t mean we are done with the fighting,” Danny warned.

“I know,” Steve said, scooting down in the bed to lay next to Danny. “Are you sleeping?”

“I’m going to watch TV. You’ll just have to deal.”

“I’m pretty sure you could land a plane in here and I won’t wake up,” Steve said, turning on his side to drape one arm across Danny’s hips. Of course his arm rested right on Danny’s groin, warming him in a way he thought he’d never have.

“I can’t fly planes,” Danny laughed, his hand buried in Steve’s damp hair. “Go to sleep.”

“Uhnn…” Steve grunted, asleep before Danny could get the TV turned on.

lazy_8s: blueshirtslazy_8s on May 18th, 2012 05:38 pm (UTC)

Loved this chapter! Danny read Steve the riot act, just like promised, but fed, bathed, and put him to bed. I really hope that Steve knows that Danny is not kidding about quitting 5-0. Mr. Williams was deadly serious. But, there was break in the action, with sleepy cuddles. :)

Can't wait for more!
Are 6 dogs too many?: Group Hugtkeylasunset on May 19th, 2012 02:48 am (UTC)
Danny will quit if Steve doesn't keep his promise to be more careful! And Danny loves Steve enough to take care of him even while he's still angry!

Thank you so much!!
--♫ Anna--: Loverocsfan on May 18th, 2012 10:53 pm (UTC)
I really enjoyed this! That term "Steve-sexual" is great!

Very nice!
Are 6 dogs too many?: harlequin covertkeylasunset on May 19th, 2012 02:49 am (UTC)
Thank you!!! They are the best!

Thank you for the lovely comment!
Abbeyrd: S2 alex & scott wrap up for the seasonabbeyrd62561 on May 19th, 2012 03:53 am (UTC)
Boy Danny had Steve against the wall from ordering him around to having Steve tell Danny how he feels and then Danny saying it back. I really enjoyed how you wrote this chapter and kept them so in character .
hawaii50fangirlhawaii50fangirl on May 19th, 2012 07:18 am (UTC)
Danny does the mother hen bit so well. I'm glad he's taking such good care of Steve, even when he's upset.
Kathy: Steve phonekitmerlot1213 on May 19th, 2012 03:25 pm (UTC)
This was lovely!

I liked the McDanno conversation and I honestly don't think it's asking for too much for Steve to tell his ohana what his plans are and to let them choose if they want to help or not. But Steve doesn't want anyone else involved because he wants to bring in Wo Fat himself and not risk anyone he loves--the heroic goof!

And I think Danny was right to tell Steve that he will lose him and Grace if Steve keeps leaving on personal missions. Danny doesn't ever want to tell Grace that her uncle is dead and Steve needs to understand that.

I sort of want Danny to take that job that Stan offered him just to see Steve's face--I know I'm cruel :):)

Edited at 2012-05-19 03:26 pm (UTC)
NavyVet90: Navy SeALsnavyvet90 on May 27th, 2012 09:40 pm (UTC)
Awwww, I just love MotherHen!Danny fussing over Steve. The fact that he put aside his anger to take care of Steve says a lot. I hope Steve realizes that. Their conversations are just so them.
Yay for them sleeping in the same bed! Definitely a step in the right direction.
Superb chapter!