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Protégé by kristen999 (Teen and up)
Fandom: HAWAII FIVE-0
Pairing: Gen - Steve and Kono
Length: 5k
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kristen999
Author Website: On AO3
Why this must be read:
Summary: Octane fuels Kono’s blood, the same untamed rocket fuel in McGarrett's. That's why Kono asked her boss if he’d train her as a sniper.
This gripping, insightful fic explores how Kono became the expert marksman we've seen on the show - from Steve! It takes place early in season 1 and slides very easily into canon, fleshing out their relationship in a very believable way.kristen999 always puts in a lot of time and care researching her fics, and it really shows here. The little details give the story a lot of depth and a real sense of authenticity. I really enjoyed the characterizations. Steve is an excellent teacher: skilled, patient, and professional. Kono is perfect as the student who wants to be the best and make him proud.
To give you a taste for the fic, I've included an excerpt under the cut.
*****
McGarrett has mad access to things like reserving an outdoor shooting range for an entire afternoon at a navy base. He sprawls out in the grass with his legs splayed slightly apart, a fine layer of dirt covering his forearms. Kono watches him assemble the sight, wondering how many boys played G.I. Joe when they were young and then grew up to become one?
"I pulled your firing scores from the Academy," he says. "Impressive stuff."
"Thanks. The Remington's a sweet rifle."
She held the top score in her training class, maintaining consistent accuracy at a hundred and thirty yards. It's a number she's proud of; the average distance down range for the HPD is seventy.
McGarrett adjusts the height of the rifle mount. "The SR-25's normal range is four to six hundred yards, but it can reach up to a thousand."
Football fields are a little over hundred yards long and he's talking about the length of six or seven put together in a row. The thought of obtaining accuracy at such distances blows her mind.
"In law enforcement, the goal is to get as close as possible to take the shot. In the military, it's the farthest to avoid enemy detection," McGarrett explains, handing her a pair of earplugs. "But for Five-0, it's whatever is required to complete the task. Ten yards or six hundred. Don't think about averages."
"Okay," she says, but her competitor side can't help asking, "What's the farthest shot you've made?"
"It's classified," he says, breaking eye contact to check the sight.
"Was it during a mission?" But he still won't say anything. Kono won't rattle McGarrett's cage like Danny, but she won't back all the way down either. "What about on a range?"
"Six hundred and ten yards," he says, voice gruff, a finger tightening around one of the ring mounts. "Moving targets are more challenging."
Kono opens her mouth to say something, but thinks better of it. McGarrett frowns, the skin around his eye crinkled in thought. It's the same kind of distant stare her retired uncle would get talking about cases that haunted him.
*****
Protégé bykristen999 (or read it on AO3)
Pairing: Gen - Steve and Kono
Length: 5k
Author on LJ:
kristen999 Author Website: On AO3
Why this must be read:
Summary: Octane fuels Kono’s blood, the same untamed rocket fuel in McGarrett's. That's why Kono asked her boss if he’d train her as a sniper.
This gripping, insightful fic explores how Kono became the expert marksman we've seen on the show - from Steve! It takes place early in season 1 and slides very easily into canon, fleshing out their relationship in a very believable way.
kristen999 always puts in a lot of time and care researching her fics, and it really shows here. The little details give the story a lot of depth and a real sense of authenticity. I really enjoyed the characterizations. Steve is an excellent teacher: skilled, patient, and professional. Kono is perfect as the student who wants to be the best and make him proud. To give you a taste for the fic, I've included an excerpt under the cut.
*****
McGarrett has mad access to things like reserving an outdoor shooting range for an entire afternoon at a navy base. He sprawls out in the grass with his legs splayed slightly apart, a fine layer of dirt covering his forearms. Kono watches him assemble the sight, wondering how many boys played G.I. Joe when they were young and then grew up to become one?
"I pulled your firing scores from the Academy," he says. "Impressive stuff."
"Thanks. The Remington's a sweet rifle."
She held the top score in her training class, maintaining consistent accuracy at a hundred and thirty yards. It's a number she's proud of; the average distance down range for the HPD is seventy.
McGarrett adjusts the height of the rifle mount. "The SR-25's normal range is four to six hundred yards, but it can reach up to a thousand."
Football fields are a little over hundred yards long and he's talking about the length of six or seven put together in a row. The thought of obtaining accuracy at such distances blows her mind.
"In law enforcement, the goal is to get as close as possible to take the shot. In the military, it's the farthest to avoid enemy detection," McGarrett explains, handing her a pair of earplugs. "But for Five-0, it's whatever is required to complete the task. Ten yards or six hundred. Don't think about averages."
"Okay," she says, but her competitor side can't help asking, "What's the farthest shot you've made?"
"It's classified," he says, breaking eye contact to check the sight.
"Was it during a mission?" But he still won't say anything. Kono won't rattle McGarrett's cage like Danny, but she won't back all the way down either. "What about on a range?"
"Six hundred and ten yards," he says, voice gruff, a finger tightening around one of the ring mounts. "Moving targets are more challenging."
Kono opens her mouth to say something, but thinks better of it. McGarrett frowns, the skin around his eye crinkled in thought. It's the same kind of distant stare her retired uncle would get talking about cases that haunted him.
*****
Protégé by
kristen999 (or read it on AO3)