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High, High, Very High by Siria (R)
Fandom: HAWAII FIVE-0 (new)
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Length: ~ 20,805 words
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siriaeve; siria on Dreamwidth
Author Website: fan fiction by siria/siriaeve; fanfiction tag on DW
Why this must be read: It starts with a shoot-out in a diner, it has fabulous team dynamics, and Steve is forced to wait out his medical leave by looking after Grace for Danny while Rachel's away and Danny's at work. Naturally, you want a babysitter who knows several ways to disarm an attacker; unfortunately, Steve would've done better if he'd known about things like naps and avoiding sugar. Still, the story rolls on with Steve learning how to trust Danny to do the job without him for a little while, and also learning what it means to care for the most important thing in someone else's life. That level of trust isn't given to just anyone ... and it helps both Danny and Steve realize what they are to one another, and what they could be.
"This is what happens when I let you take me out to lunch!" Danny yelled at Steve, because he needed to yell at someone right now, his heart was thudding in his chest, and he had a feeling the shooters wouldn't be so receptive.
"Now is not the time, Danny," Steve yelled back. Somehow he'd managed to acquire a gash on his forehead; he was swiping the blood impatiently with his free hand so that he could still see to fire.
"Irresponsible!" Danny yelled as Kono stood up beside him too, started trading shots with the sniper on the roof. "Delinquent, trouble magnet—"
"Can you guys stop bickering for one minute?" Kono said. "I get enough of this from my parents," then staggered back and fell, hit in the upper arm.
Danny dropped down beside her. It looked like a through and through, but what did he know, he wasn’t a medic. He tugged off his tie, wrapped it around her arm. The grey silk quickly stained dark with Kono’s blood. "Just a scratch," he told her with cheerful mendacity, making himself grin at her, "stick a band aid on there and you'll be fine." Her face was already paler than Danny liked, her smile wobbly. In the distance, he heard the first wail of an approaching siren, and he'd rarely been so happy to hear that sound.
"She okay?" Steve shouted over.
"Just fine!" Danny said—and then the shooter took out the Honda's windows. The force sent shards of glass flying, embedding themselves in the wooden walls of the diner, into the shave ice cart, and one long, wicked piece into the small of Steve's back. Danny curved himself over Kono’s body, shielding her from the worst of it, and heard the grunt Steve gave, loud and startled, before he slumped forward onto the cart—still firing at the gunmen, of course, because Steve was fucked in the head.
“Shit,” Danny swore, “shit,” because that was all he fucking needed—and then with superb timing, Chin rounded the corner, breaking the speed limit on his bike. Right behind him was a fleet of cop cars, lights flashing, with what looked like half the HPD along for the ride.
On AO3: High, High, Very High
As podfic: High, High, Very High
It doesn't matter how old or new or how popular a story is, authors love feedback!
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Length: ~ 20,805 words
Author on LJ:
siriaeve; siria on DreamwidthAuthor Website: fan fiction by siria/siriaeve; fanfiction tag on DW
Why this must be read: It starts with a shoot-out in a diner, it has fabulous team dynamics, and Steve is forced to wait out his medical leave by looking after Grace for Danny while Rachel's away and Danny's at work. Naturally, you want a babysitter who knows several ways to disarm an attacker; unfortunately, Steve would've done better if he'd known about things like naps and avoiding sugar. Still, the story rolls on with Steve learning how to trust Danny to do the job without him for a little while, and also learning what it means to care for the most important thing in someone else's life. That level of trust isn't given to just anyone ... and it helps both Danny and Steve realize what they are to one another, and what they could be.
"This is what happens when I let you take me out to lunch!" Danny yelled at Steve, because he needed to yell at someone right now, his heart was thudding in his chest, and he had a feeling the shooters wouldn't be so receptive.
"Now is not the time, Danny," Steve yelled back. Somehow he'd managed to acquire a gash on his forehead; he was swiping the blood impatiently with his free hand so that he could still see to fire.
"Irresponsible!" Danny yelled as Kono stood up beside him too, started trading shots with the sniper on the roof. "Delinquent, trouble magnet—"
"Can you guys stop bickering for one minute?" Kono said. "I get enough of this from my parents," then staggered back and fell, hit in the upper arm.
Danny dropped down beside her. It looked like a through and through, but what did he know, he wasn’t a medic. He tugged off his tie, wrapped it around her arm. The grey silk quickly stained dark with Kono’s blood. "Just a scratch," he told her with cheerful mendacity, making himself grin at her, "stick a band aid on there and you'll be fine." Her face was already paler than Danny liked, her smile wobbly. In the distance, he heard the first wail of an approaching siren, and he'd rarely been so happy to hear that sound.
"She okay?" Steve shouted over.
"Just fine!" Danny said—and then the shooter took out the Honda's windows. The force sent shards of glass flying, embedding themselves in the wooden walls of the diner, into the shave ice cart, and one long, wicked piece into the small of Steve's back. Danny curved himself over Kono’s body, shielding her from the worst of it, and heard the grunt Steve gave, loud and startled, before he slumped forward onto the cart—still firing at the gunmen, of course, because Steve was fucked in the head.
“Shit,” Danny swore, “shit,” because that was all he fucking needed—and then with superb timing, Chin rounded the corner, breaking the speed limit on his bike. Right behind him was a fleet of cop cars, lights flashing, with what looked like half the HPD along for the ride.
On AO3: High, High, Very High
As podfic: High, High, Very High
It doesn't matter how old or new or how popular a story is, authors love feedback!