Title: A Little Friendly Advice
Author: thewhiterose3
Pairing: Danny/Steve, slash
Disclaimer: Not mine. I only wish they were.
Rating: T, for rather extreme language.
A/N: Coda to 1.19 - Ne Me'e Laua Na Paio. Another fic in the God Forbid, Feelings universe, though not quite a one shot. Enjoy!
Steve was so riled up, so filled with consuming rage that he could hardly breathe. Him. Wo Fat. He was right there, breathing the same damn air, sharing a fucking table with him. Steve wanted, he wanted to forgo the gun and beat him over the head with the table. He wanted to let him get in a few good punches, ground him, so Steve could be completely within his mind when he beat the son of a bitch senseless.
But he couldn't, he just couldn't. He's fucking seen, knows what this fucker can do, has done to Steve's family. He just can not have this woman's blood on his hands, too. So, he uncocks his gun. He just sits there and fucking takes it when the murdering asshat insults, implies, insinuates that his family is dirty, wrong, something so vague that it could mean anything, nothing, and everything all at the same damn time.
Once the fucking bastard leaves, Steve's so full to bursting with hate, need to just follow him and spread his fucking brains over the parking lot, beat the shit out of any muscle he has waiting, collect a few more scars that he cannot see straight. There is no way, no way in hell that he can possibly meet with Kaye. Just sit here and talk with all of that, that absolute shit echoing in his brain and the need to stop the fucker's words by stopping the man, by putting him the fuck down. So, Steve gives Kayes description to one of the waiters –he's about 80% sure its one of Chin and Kono's cousins– with the message that something came up, to come to Five-0 HQ tomorrow, instead.
Acting like this is some sort of clandestine shit and hiding it from the team is a shitty fucking plan anyway. Next, he calls Danny, tells him to meet him at a park miles away. Tells him in short clipped tones that he needs him to come pick him up, needs his partner right fucking now. He doesn't say that last part of course, but it is Danny and he's sure the message got across.
And then Steve starts running. Finds his rhythm, lets go of the iron grip on his mind that was necessary to let Wo Fat walk way, to calmly talk to the waiter, to call Danny. Lets the rage build, lets the conflicting emotions and insinuating phrases bounce and echo until he can see what shape they make. Don't dig too deeply. Not that the fucker would lower himself to the level of contractions. You might not like what you find. Shit shit shit what does that even mean? Before you captured his brother. Before. Before. Before.
Are you trying to tell me that Wo Fat ordered my father's murder? I believe so. But, but no. It doesn't make any sense. He can't do this, can't take this, had at least this piece of the puzzle, this piece of the pain figured out. A little friendly advice. You might not like what you find.
Steve wants to run into the ocean, dive, swim until his arms and legs burn. Stop struggling, stop trying, let the current pull him, let go until any of this made sense. He needs logic. Needs to fight through the fucking jungle of conflicting heart-clenching emotion and find what lies behind, beneath. You might not like what you find. Needs to break away from the emotional overload and remember every word that fucker said, find a clue that may have escaped unbidden. He needs to make sense of the words. Needs words, needs Danny.
He called Danny. Danny is waiting for him. Danny with his midget body and looming presence, his loud mouth and huge fucking heart, his dedication that burns so fucking bright, and those striking baby blues that see everything Steve had ever tried to hide. He'd never be able to hide this. Hide this depth of fear only slightly masked by the rage. The fear burning holes through the rage, like his lungs are burning, his legs are burning, his eyes burning from the tears rolling unbidden down his face. Do not dig too deeply. You might not like what you find.