March 2012
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“I didn’t shoot him,” is the first thing Danny says to him when he shows up on Steve’s doorstep late that night. “I didn’t shoot him, but it was a close thing.” And just like Steve could identify Danny’s tone from hundreds of miles away over tinny phone reception, he can read this tone too. It says: I’m fucking tired and I have nowhere else to go.
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Steve is barely conscious but he feels every bump and rock in the dirt path they’re driving down. The truck has been creeping along for what seems like hours but may have only been minutes, or seconds, or days – or maybe he’s always been in this truck. Maybe it’s always hurt this bad to breathe. Steve’s been weaving in and out of consciousness, his body rolling with the...
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fuckyeahmcdanno:
Uncle Steve did some pretty stupid stuff sometimes.
Not that she was supposed to say stupid. Mommy was pretty strict about the things she said, mostly because she was supposed to be a lady all the time. Grace had mixed feelings about this, mostly because being ladylike sounded pretty boring – not when being like Uncle Steve and Danno meant beating up the bad guys and saving the...
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“What are you doing awake?” Danny hissed into the darkness. Steve was slumped over in his armchair in the living room, elbows settled on his knees and face hidden by his hands. “Steve? Steve, are you okay?” Danny’s mind flit through several possibilities: hurt, sick, angsting, brooding – all wholly possible with the walking ball of nerves known as his partner. Danny crossed to...
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drabble fill: AU, danny is the SEAL, steve the...
fuckyeahmcdanno:
“I bet you just followed orders real nicely in the army, huh,” McGarrett drawled at him with a lazy smirk, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his ancient, worn jeans – Danny could tell because of the way they clung to his thighs and ass, like they were butter soft and probably older than sin.
Not that he was noticing stuff like that. Not that he should be noticing stuff...
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