I am unreasonably proud of this. I actually really like what ended up coming out. I hope you do too. Part two is due tomorrow, with the wedding itself. Please let me know what you thought! (Title is a reference to the Elvis Presley song. I own neither it or H50).
Rose xx

Danny remembers the first time they kissed. Their suspect had jacked a car, and Steve 'Fangio" McGarrett had torn after him, taking a month of rubber off Danny's tires. As the suspect pulled over and took off on foot, Steve had hastily slammed the car into park, not waiting until it had come to a complete stop before he jumped out. Danny had sworn, sliding over to park the car safely, vowing to make Steve pay for a new car when he eventually totalled the Camaro, and followed the SEAL, reaching the alley just in time to hear a gun go off and have their suspect cuffed.
"You idiot! Did you want to get yourself killed?" Danny continued ranting as he made his way towards Steve, frantically feeling him over for the bullet hole he was sure he'd find. The relief at not seeing or feeling anything made him dizzy and then quite suddenly, he was looking directly into Steve's eyes and before he could stop himself, he kissed him. Kissed him like he'd wanted to since he'd met the man, and Steve's breath is bad but his lips are warm because he's okay, he's alive and that makes it the best kiss he's ever had.

Steve remembers the first time they kissed. There'd been a car chase, the suspect had pulled over next to an alley and Steve had followed suit, leaping out of the car as their guy had taken off. The chase had been brief, the idiot had gone straight towards a dead end. There was a scuffle, the guy's gun had fired. Steve had quickly handcuffed him and that was that. Until Danny came running down the alley, shouting obscenely about his stupidity, patting him down for some unknown reason and then, quite suddenly, they'd been eye to eye. There were no words, just sharp breath, and Danny's lips suddenly on his. It was not long or passionate, just dry, chapped lips reassuring their owner that the other man was alive. But it was the start of the best thing that ever happened to Steve.

Danny remembers the day they told his parents. Against Steve's will, they'd gone to Jersey in the middle of July. Danny couldn't remember a time he'd laughed harder than seeing his six-foot boyfriend trembling miserably with his daughter's beanie on top of his head. Three days later, the day before they were set to head home, Danny had woken his mother frantically at three am because Steve had a fever and that'd never happened before because SEALs didn't get sick. His mother had smiled hurried to check on Steve (who was not on the fold out his parents had placed next to Danny's childhood bed), knelt next to him with a hand smoothing his hair.

"Steve," she called, and it was a mark of the man's ill health that his eyes barely fluttered. She ran a hand across his face, asked questions in a low tone. Finally, she leaned down, kissing the sweaty forehead and Danny watched as his tough-as-nails boyfriend melted, falling back into oblivion. Danny opened his mouth to ask one of the million questions he had flying around his head. His other put a finger to her lips, led him onto the landing and closed the door softly.

"Is he-"

"Fine, Daniel. Bit of flu, his temperature's not too high. You'll spend the day keeping his fluid up and rubbing his back and by tomorrow he'll e right as rain."

"Oh." The worry left and embarrassment took its place. "I moved him into my bed because the fold out looked uncomfortable, you know, cause he's sick." The excuse sounded weak even to his ears.

His mother laughed. "Sweetheart, your father and I knew from the second we opened to door. There was a look in your eyes."

"Oh." For the second time that morning, he isn't quite sure what to say.

"You're happy, aren't you sweetheart?"

"More than I've ever been."

She cups his cheek tenderly. "Get back in there. I'll bring the two of you tea."

(When they get home Danny unpacks his things into the bottom drawer of Steve's dresser. His apartment is sold within the week.)

Steve remembers the day they told Marry Anne. She'd been over for a weekend not long before he proposed, and for once, their relationship was not strained by tensions of the past. The siblings had sat on the beach as Danny stood inside cooking dinner.

"He's good for you." She'd said, eyes not straying from their point on the horizon.

"I know."

"You're together, aren't you."

Suddenly, admitting it to his sister was not as scary as it had seemed for the week leading up to her arrival. I think I'm in love with him."

The scoff he'd received in return was unexpected. "You're just figuring this out now? God, I knew years ago."

"But, you can't have, we only just got together."

"For a smart man, you're a dumbass Steve." She'd laughed, stood. "I'm going to ask if he needs any help in there."

And Steve had sat there for the next half an hour, not quite sure what to do.

(The next day, on the way back from the airport, he called Chin and said he was going to marry Danny.)

Danny remembers the day Steve proposed to him. He remembers thinking he was going to die. He can still feel Steve's grip on his hand, the ring on his finger heavy. He remembers hitting the water and thinking that if he lived, he'd never complain about Steve's driving again as long as it was in a car. He remembers the week that followed, waiting and hoping and praying that Steve would open his eyes. He remembers when he did, the kiss that followed. He never did get the wine and dine, rom-com proposal he'd thought he'd want, but as he walks across the beach, arm in arm with Kono, he realises; he got something so much better.

Steve remembers the day he proposed to Danny. The terror in his heart as he plunged towards the water, the loss he'd felt as Danny's hand let go of his. He remembers the pain. He remembers that afterwards, Danny said he'd saved his life. Danny didn't know it wasn't true. It never had been. Steve had never saved Danny. It was he that needed saving. From loneliness, the grief of his father's death. From the pit of depression, he'd been slowly sliding into. Danny had saved Steve from himself.
Steve straightens his bow tie, bends down and accepts the lei from a grinning Grace.

"Gracie," he says and holds back tears he knows he will shed before the day's end. "I'm going to go and marry your Danno."

And as they head towards the beach, Grace links her arm in his. "Our Danno."