Hello H50 fans! Here we go for my second fic for this show. Almost 500 people have read my first story ('keep talking an nobody explodes') and even with not many reviews, I'm confident that it was good enough. Hopefully. Anyway, time for the second OS!

As we know, Steve SuperSEAL McGarrett is never sick. Of course, he's like Superman! But with a radiation poisoning, your immune system is weakened, which also means that you can get sick more easily. And this is what happens in this story! Steve experiences his first flu, and a severe one (of course).

If you like this short story, leave me a review; maybe I can write something you would like to see, or do a second chapter about Steve's recovery? Or anything? Tell me what you think, and maybe I'll do something ^^

He felt… Sick. That was weird, wasn't it? He really felt sick. That was a first! Tiny droplets of sweat began to invade his face. It started with his forehead, then his cheeks, and now the integrity of his face. A king if jackhammer was trying to pierce his thick skull, turning his growing headache into a migraine. The least light entering his office blinded him to the point that he had to close his eyes to not get dizzy. A light smile appeared: he didn't feel sick, he WAS sick. Maybe it was just one of those spells the doctor told him about? He could already hear Danny laughing out loud seeing him like this, saying You, my friend, are human! I knew it! You are human, and YOU. ARE. SICK! SuperSEAL is really sick! He smiled again. Yeah, Danny could say that for sure. His entire body was shivering, his legs ready to give up on him anytime. His eyes still closed, he placed his both hands on the desk in front of him, sighing. Maybe he should try one of these breathing techniques he had learned? Let's try it. In and out. In and out. Slowly. Very slowly. Okay, that's not working. Anything else? He couldn't even think straight. He straightened, ready to collapse on his couch. He didn't need to open his eyes, he knew his office by heart. Half turn to the left, four steps, quarter turn to the right, seven steps, another quarter turn to the right, two steps back. He finally sat in silence, relieved to feel something cozy enough to crash down and take a nap. A nap! He never took a nap until now. For a first, today is a good one to try them all! As he lay down on the couch, Danny could see Steve in his office through the window. Something was… Off. His friend had his eyes closed, his hands on his desk. It only arrived when they were on a complex case, which wasn't the case as they didn't have any at the time. He frowned, seeing him straightening up and move toward the couch. He only used it when they had a big case and they didn't have time to go back home to catch some sleep. Or when they had a guest. He got up, leaving his office to go see Steve. He stopped at the door, observing him once again. His right arm was on his forehead, he could see a layer of sweat soiling his entire face, and a slight frown. He's sick. But Steve wasn't the kind of guy admitting it. Throughout their eight years partnership, Danny had learned to read on Steve. He now could guess pain, concern or even sadness. And now, he could see pain with a pinch of anxiety. He slowly knocked, aware that the least unusual and strong noise could trigger a SEAL reflex, and by that, he meant a gun to the head before he could even draw his own gun. He entered, closing the door behind him. Steve didn't even flinch.

"Hey", he whispered.

"Hey."

Yeah, definitely something off. His voice seemed to come from afar. He saw him frown, swallowing hard as if he was restraining a cough.

"Are you okay?"

Stupid question! He will say "I'm okay" in three. Two. One…

"Yeah… Just a spell."

Oah. Steve saying that? No way! He is really, really sick. But of course, he wouldn't admit it, and with this state, Danny would make only make it worse if he dared to say something else.

"You want, uh… Some water? Or Tylenol?"

He waited for an answer. Ten seconds passed. Twenty seconds.

"Water should be fine."

Danny raised both his brows, surprised. He, however, still said nothing about how sick Steve appeared to him.

"I'll, uh… I'll be right back."

He slowly exited the office, going to the men's room with a glass to pour water inside and go back near Steve as soon as possible. Why does he keep saying that it's just a spell? This is not a spell. He didn't pay attention to the joint pair of eyes from Lou, Junior and Tani on him and continued his path. He opened the door once again but stopped when closing it. Something changed within the minute he had spent out of this office. His breathing seemed shallow and rapid. He is in pain.

"Can you sit up a bit?"

Thirty seconds later, Steve moved to sit on the couch, his eyes still closed. Danny sat next to him, seeing his distress. He was worried now. Steve never appeared that bad before. Well, yes. Once, but it was because he had been shot in the chest and his liver had been damaged beyond repair. He remembered this. But right now? Still, he said nothing, aware that Steve wasn't the kind of guy sharing his feeling and saying that he was sick. Of course not! He placed the glass on his lips, and slowly, he drank the whole contents.

"You should take the rest of the day off. You can't work with this… With this dizzy spell."

If he says "I'm fine", I'm gonna kill him myself.

"Come on, I drive you home. You're in no shape to drive."

As he was Steve's lips beginning to move, he continued.

"Don't you dare to say that you're fine, I know you're not. Dizzy spell is not fine, okay?"

Steve said nothing and simply nodded. He wasn't in the mood to argue with his best friend.

"Fine."

Oah, Steve giving up so easily? What a chance for me! They both got up, probably too fast because Steve could feel the world around him spinning and swinging. He stopped for a second, his eyes still closed.

"Keep your eyes closed if you're feeling dizzy. I'll guide you", he could hear Danny's voice talking to him.

He nodded again, placing his left hand on his friend's shoulder. They both got out of the office, wandering in the main room, around the table. Danny could see Lou, Tani and Junior ready to say something but he asked them to not say anything with just a finger on his lips. They got out of the building, approaching the blue Camaro. I have to wait for Steve to get sick to finally drive my own car! Please, Dear Lord, get him sick more often! He patiently guided Steve to the passenger seat, buckling him before getting himself behind the wheel. The trip to Steve's house was deadly silent. The car had never been this silent before. Fifteen minutes later, Danny parked the car in front of the house. His eyes were still closed, his head leaning on the closed window.

"You're not sleeping, are you?"

"Mh, no… Resting."

"Let's put you to bed before you actually sleep", he said gently.

"Kay."

Danny had trouble getting Steve out of the car. So, imagine him trying to help him go to bed? That was a hell of a ride! But after some struggling, they finally arrived in his bedroom and he collapsed on the bed.

"Hey, get some rest, alright? I'll come back later."

He wanted to say, but his phone just rang; a text from Lou saying that they got a case. He poured some water into a glass again, placing him on the nightstand near his friend.

"See you tonight."

Steve said nothing as Danny got out of the room, then out of the house. He checked his phone, finding the address Lou gave him and drove. Once at the scene, Grover, Tani and Junior surrounded him, worried.

"Danny? What's wrong with Steve?"

"Uh… Dizzy spell."

He didn't like lying to his colleagues, but if Steve was saying that it was one of these spells he could have since his radiation poisoning, it was probably true.

"He convinced you, didn't he?"

"Not really. I'll go check on him tonight. Back to the case, what do we have?"

"Akamu Kealoha. Thirty-six. He worked as a bartender for Mai Tai Bar for seven years now", Tani said, giving him as much information as she could. "He is married to Takisha Kealoha and he had one child."

"Damn. Alright, Noelani?"

"Cause of death, gunshot wound to the heart. Precise and shot at close range. See these marks of burns around the wounds? The weapon must have touched his skin when the bullet went through."

"So, it was premeditated. Revenge?" Junior asked.

"Too soon to tell. Tani, we go see the wife. Junior and Grover, you check with his boss, see if he had enemies or anything. And call Jerry, see if he can find everything about our victim."

They parted, Tani joining Danny in his car while Grover was walking to his jeep with Junior, leaving Noelani to pack the body and take him to the morgue to perform an autopsy. Once inside his car, Tani could see how concerned his new boss was.

"Are you sure McGarrett is okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You're concerned. I never saw you concerned about him before. Something off."

"Alright", he said, knowing that he couldn't hide something from his team. "I'm pretty sure it's not a dizzy spell, okay? But Steve is so sure that it's one of them, that…"

"You believe it too", Tani said, interrupting Danny in his explanations. "If you're this concerned about him, why don't we check on him after having talked to the wife?"

"Let's get it done then."

An hour. It took an hour to talk to Akamu's wife and comfort her. A long and stressful hour during which Danny could only think about Steve. He barely listened to the wife, letting Tani lead the interrogation.

"Let's go see the boss. I saw you very concerned."

"Yeah, I don't know why, but I know something's off. I know him for years now, and this is the first time I see him like this."

"The first time? Really?"

"Actually, no. The second time. The first time, he could have died, and I really don't want to go there again."

Tani didn't go further, as she could see the pain in Danny's eyes. This memory was strong enough to trigger a wave of anxiety in her. My boss could have died? It's not surprising, as he was a SEAL before, but still… In less than twenty minutes, Danny parked on the street again and rushed inside the house, heading toward the bedroom on the first floor, closely followed by Tani.

"Steve?"

They both entered the room, and the scene in front of them was awful.

"Steve?" he repeated.

Danny could see him shivering badly, even with a blanket on the top of him. Sweat was profusely staining his cheeks, his skin even paler than when they were in the office. Oh my God, this is not good. He approached Steve and placed a hand on his forehead while Tani got out to go to the bathroom.

"Jeez, you're burning up!"

He turned his head around, trying to think about what he could use to get his raging fever down. Tani came back from the bathroom, handing him a thermometer. Hopefully, it was one he could place in Steve's ear. It biped. 103. It's too much.

"Steve, we have to get your fever down. Now", he said, concerned about how he could do this.

"M'fine mom…"

His concern grew. Delusional.

"Alright, that's it. Come on big guy, let's get you in the shower."

This was the only solution he could think about at the time. A cold shower could get his fever down to a more acceptable level.

"Leave me…"

"Not a chance, you animal! If I have to drag you on the floor to get you in the shower, I'll do it without hesitation. So, get your ass off the bed, now."

Steve grunted. Of course, he does! He didn't want to cooperate at all.

"Get away…"

"Get up, you idiot. Come on! Or I'll drag your body. And you know me enough; I'll do it!"

"Get away…"

Danny could help it: he was angry and concerned. Concerned because his friend was in pain and delirious because of the fever, and angry because the latter didn't want to cooperate.

"Alright."

He caught his right arm and forced him to sit on the bed, deciding to not listen to his friend's grunts as he tried to lift him. Slowly and hardly, he dragged him into the bathroom and into the shower. He didn't even bother to take his clothes off; he poured the cold water abundantly on him, holding him on the wall during the whole process. At one point, Steve tried to free himself and struggle, probably not enjoying the icy water dripping on his body. But this time Danny was stronger than him and he wouldn't let go.

"You won't get away from here, Steven. Not a chance", he stated while Steve desperately tried to push him away.

"Get away…"

After a minute of struggling, Steve finally gave up and rested his head on Danny's left shoulder, exhausted. He never felt such a pain before.

"Pain…"

It was barely audible, but the detective heard it. Steve was in pain. He never says when he's in pain. It broke his heart. Maybe it was the fever talking, maybe it was Steve, but hearing him say that he was indeed in pain made it feel so real.

"I know, buddy, I know. It'll be over soon. I promise."

Three minutes later, Danny stopped the water and asked Tani to bring him a towel and something to dress up Steve. He couldn't keep those clothes on him. He had a hard time undressing Steve completely in order to dry him and put on fresh clothes. He brought him back to bed, covering him with his blankets as Tani called their forensic doctor to the rescue. It took her fifteen minutes to come to the house and ring the bell. Tani opened the door and let her in.

"Noelani, thanks for coming. It's McGarrett."

"And you couldn't call a doctor?" she complained.

"You're a doctor, aren't you?"

"I'm working in a morgue, with dead people. I'm not used to treating alive people, okay?"

"Yeah, I do know that. But please."

"Fine", she said with a sigh. "Where is he?"

"Bedroom. Danny put him in the shower thirty minutes ago, but it barely worked. His fever is even getting worse."

"Any other symptoms?"

"I don't know, but Danny might know."

As they walked toward the bedroom, Danny explained all the symptoms he had noticed.

"Uh… He complained about a dizzy spell, uh… He felt tired, light-headed, and he's delirious, uh… Probably nauseous. I don't know, he barely talked to me."

"Alright, one step at the time."

They entered the room, Noelani going straight near Steve to examine him carefully. She took his temperature, she checked his lungs and heart with a stethoscope, she checked his pupils with a penlight. But Steve barely flinched or moved in the bed. Asthenia, high fever, short breath, shiver…

"He might have caught the flu. Plus, his fever is too high, even after a cold shower. You have to get him to the hospital."

"Steve hates hospitals, especially if he's in here as a patient."

"You don't have a choice, detective. He's dehydrated, and if his fever is still rising and spikes to 104 or more, you can risk a seizure. It's like boiling him alive from the inside. Even a heavily-trained soldier like him can't bear this. You HAVE to get him to the hospital. Now."

"Alright", Danny finally said, sighing.

Steve won't love that at all. He's gonna hate me. And he was sure about it. He forced Steve to get up again, weirdly going down the stairs as he had to bear his own weight and Steve's. He placed him on the passenger seat, putting on his belt, while Tani stepped into the back of the car, calling everyone. The nearest hospital was their destination. Damn, I hate that. Ten minutes of driving and Tani helped him getting Steve out before rushing inside the ER.

"I need some help in here!"

Soon, two nurses and a doctor were around them, forcing Steve into a stretcher and going in a room to treat him. Grover, Jerry and Junior arrived about twenty minutes later, asking Danny what were the news, but he didn't have any information. Tani had just called the team, not the other. As it wasn't something big, no need for everyone to invade the waiting room and disturb the other patients. About ten minutes later, a doctor came near them, and ask for his next of kin; Detective Danny Williams. They all stood up as once, concern on all the faces.

"How is he doc?" Danny asked immediately.

"Well, Commander McGarrett caught a very severe flu. As his immune system has been weakened by the radiation poisoning and he apparently never had the flu before, his body reacted badly."

"You can do something, right?"

"We can treat the symptoms yes, but not the virus itself. His fever is very high, and his breathing gives us some concern. We started him on fluids, on anti-viral to slow down the infection, on vitamin D to strengthen his immune system and on ibuprofen for the fever and any pain he could experience. But that's all we can do for now, we have to be patient."

"Can we see him?"

"He needs a lot of rest. And you could catch the flu as well."

"I don't care, I need to see him", Danny said, surprising everyone, including himself. "Listen. When Steve will be awake, he won't be pleased at all to be in a hospital as a patient. I know him enough to know that he will try to remove the IVs and get away without being noticed, okay? I need to be with him so that he won't do anything stupid. Do you understand?"

"I do, Detective Williams, trust me. But your friend is in no shape for any visitors. He needs plenty of rest."

"Don't complain about him trying to get out of bed or panicking then."

Danny wasn't going to give up, but the doctor in front of him had to understand that Steve was heavily-trained in escaping. Even in his condition. But he would soon understand his mistake to not let him be with his best friend. He could hear the doctor sigh heavily.

"Fine. Only one of you, and just to calm him down. He needs plenty of rest."

Danny refrained his smile; he was satisfied.

"Come with me."

He turned toward his three colleagues, but he didn't have time to say a word.

"Don't worry. We can handle the case without the two of you."

He nodded, following the doctor through the hallway. They stopped before a door, and the doctor turned to him.

"As I said earlier, he really needs rest. Such complicated flu can cause a lot of damage, especially when the immune system is weakened, which is the case for the Commander."

"It's that bad?" he asked, a little concerned.

"It is. But it is treatable. With the proper medicines, fluids and a lot of rest. He should be fine within days. His fever should start shutting down in an hour or so, and the other medicines are hopefully already doing their job."

The door opened, Danny entered and stopped where he was. He held his breath, unable to speak. Steve was as pale as the white sheets covering half of his body, the bed was in a half-sitting position, he was hooked to two IVs; one giving him fluids and the other the meds he needed to fight the infection. Three wires were landing out of his gown and were joining one of the two machines near the bed. The other one was controlling the IV drip of medicine. On the screen, he could see his heart rate, his blood pressure given by the BP-cuff carefully stuck around his left arm, his oxygen level and his temperature. A nasal cannula hung beneath his nose, giving him an extra dose of oxygen. His body apparently needed it, according to the doctor. His head tilted slightly to the right, but at least Steve seemed to be sleeping comfortably.

"Upon awakening, he should be a little out of it, probably fighting according to you."

"Don't worry, doc. I will make sure he doesn't."

"He needs the treatment, do you understand?"

"Yes, I do. However, it won't be simple to explain this to my idiot friend here."

The doctor smiled, refraining a laugh.

"I have to go. Call a nurse if anything changes."

"Will do. Thanks again doc."

The doctor left the room while Danny took the chair and moved closer to the bed. He didn't know how much time passed, but after a long and silent agony, he could see Steve stir a little. He said nothing, waiting for him to open his eyes. And he did so after some time.

"Hey."

This word echoed in his head like a bouncing ball. He closed his eyes and frowned, turning his head to the opposite direction from where the voice came, although he had recognized who it belonged to.

"Don't talk…"

His own voice made him suffer like Hell. He frowned heavily. What a headache! He didn't even have the strength to fight. But he could feel everything. He could feel his body shiver despite the heat inside of him. He could feel something stuck in his nose and forcing cool air into his lungs. He could feel two stinging IVs planted in his flesh and pushing an icy liquid through his veins. He could hear low and steady beeps. A cardiac monitor? Seriously? He sighed, finally turning his head to the voice. Danny is here, I can feel it.

"Danny…"

"Yeah, I'm here", he whispered. "I'm right here."

"Hospital?"

"Had no choice, buddy. You were burning up."

"Shower…"

He understood what he asked: why didn't you put me in the shower?

"I did. It didn't work."

"Mh… No spell?"

"Nope. You, my friend, have a severe case of flu. I've never seen such a bad one actually."

"Flu? Never had the flu…" he whispered very slowly.

"That's why it's this severe. Plus, with your radiation poisoning, your body couldn't fight the infection properly."

"What?"

"It weakened your immune system. Hence why you caught the flu for the first time. And why you had such severe symptoms."

"Your fault…"

"My fault? About you being sick or anything else?"

"All your fault…"

"Ah… How is it my fault?"

"Dunno… But it is…"

"Alright, fine. It is my fault, even if I don't know why and how."

He sighed, taking Steve's hand for the first time. The latter squeezed it back, searching some comfort. This is a first too.

"You scared me, you know?"

"Love you too…"

Danny smiled. Steve was coming back to him.

"I know. I love you too. Get some rest, you need it."

"How long before…"

"Before getting out of it? I don't know, but right now, you need to sleep and fight the flu."

"Lullaby song?"

"In your dreams!" Danny whispered laughing.

Steve closed his eyes, a smile drawn on his face. First time today for everything: he caught the flu, he was holding Danny's hand. But what never changed were his friendly love for his brother and his support.

"Thank you…"

Surprised, Danny couldn't utter a word for a second.

"No need, you human SEAL."

Steve smiled. Human SEAL? What happened to SuperSEAL?

"No SuperSEAL?"

"Nope. You caught the flu, which means that you're human, which means I can rest in peace knowing that you're not an alien."

"Mh…"

"Get some sleep, buddy. I got your back. Always."

Always… We'll always be there for each other. No matter what, when, why or how. A promise they had made years ago. A promise they would never break.