Lately, I have not wrote a thing. I've been busy, a little depressed and generally uninspired. I did not want to force any pieces because you guys deserve so much better.

I finally feel inspired to write a new story. If the inspiration and thought out there. For reference sake.

I've added a few non- Hawaii Five-0 characters from the Stargate Universe into this story. But this will all be in Hawaii Five-0 verse. This story features a our H50 gang has high schoolers.

Those characters are

Cameron Mitchell, Dr. Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, Jack O'niell, Hank Laundry, John Sheppard, Evan Lorne, Carson Beckett and Teyla Emmagan.

Did I mention I don't own H50 CBS does nor do I own Stargate Anything MGM does.

Nobody asked Danny if he wanted to move to Hawaii, He wasn't consulted and he was angry.

It'd been a normal day, he had a healthy breakfast consisting of a bowl of Lucky Charms, He barley made it to school, because he almost missed the bus. He left his homework at home, not that he did it anyways, made an excuse about his dog eating it, they didn't have one. He got sent to the principal's office, he thought he was in trouble for cutting algebra, He was wrong. His principal said take a seat, He found out his parents were dead, a hit and run, a drunk driver they said. The driver was dead he smashed into the side of a cement truck three miles later. Danny was 13, his parents were dead and he was an orphan.

Danny was assigned a child services agent, they stuffed him in a black suit that wasn't his. His mom always said blue was his colour. The funeral was somber. He signed a baseball and buried it with his Dad, he buried the shell necklace he was going to give his mom for her birthday. He put it on her neck, it looked pretty, he knew it would. When the last shovel of dirt was put in place, Danny William's walked away. That was one week ago.

He was put on a plane and sent to Hawaii, because nobody in his family wanted him. They said he was a no good, rotten teenager, A bad example for there kids and a lose canon. Nobody in the state wanted a troubled boy with problems but apparently somebody in Hawaii was demented enough to take him, probably for the foster care stipend. Danny didn't even remember their name.

When the plane landed, Danny took a deep breath and got off the plane, he already hated Hawaii. Not only was it hot, there were pineapples everywhere he turned and somebody throw a lei over his neck before he even made to the baggage claim, with her cheerful "Welcome to Hawaii" Danny wanted to rip it off his neck. Couldn't she see, he didn't want to be here.

He finally got his duffle bag, he didn't have much, just that and his backpack. He'd outgrown most of his clothes and left them behind. He made it out into the arrivals area, he scanned the crowd looking, not that it mattered because I had no idea who he was looking for.

" Hello, Daniel Williams?" a man with blue eyes and think black hair styled into a sort of faux hawk and scottish lilt to his voice called his name.

" Yeh" Danny said lamely

" My name is Carson and you'll be staying with me"

" Oh"

" Let's say we get you out of here son"

" I'm not your son!" Danny said angrily, he walked past Carson ignoring the man's outstretched hand. Danny already hated him.

" OK then" Carson said as he caught up to Danny and showed him the way out of the airport and into the hot Hawaiian sun. They walked to the parking structure and Carson opened the trunk of his 67' fast back, Danny dumped his things in the trunk and walked away with a humph, got into the passenger seat and slammed the door behind him. Carson followed at a much quieter pace.

They drove through the Hawaiian country, Carson pointing things out along the way, like the Mormon temple and other things, not that Danny was paying any attention. The boy just continued to stare ahead.

Carson pulled the car into the driveway of a modest looking house, with a small garden and a scottish flag hung on the porch. Carson popped the trunk and Danny got out.

" Here let me grab one of your bags" Carson said, Danny looked at him and told him, No that he had it and Carson knew he should back off. Carson sighed to himself and lead the way to the house. He unlocked the door and threw his keys into a small Thomas the tank engine bowl in the foyer. It'd been a gift from one of his patience, who found out the scottish doctor loved trains.

" Come on Danny, let me show to your room" Carson said as he lead the boy up the stairs to the second door on the left. Danny walked through the door, Carson had just opened revealing a white room, with one dark teal wall. There was twin bed in the centre with two bookshelves on either side of the bed instead of stands. One shelf had a task lamp clipped onto it and the other had bookshelf had an old fashioned alarm clock with the two weird bells on the top. There was a desk on the other side of the room and a bean bag chair in the corner.

" This was my office, if you don't like the teal, you can pick another colour and I'll repaint it." as he watched Danny put his bags on the bed. " There are dresser drawers built into the closet over there, the bathroom is right across the hall and my room is at the end of the hall if you need anything." Danny just nodded and Carson left him to unpack.

Carson started to bowl the pasta noodles for the spaghetti sauce he'd made last night. He called Teyla the on-shift nurse at the hospital to remind Dr. Braxton the chief of surgery he'd not be in for the next week so he could settle Danny into school. Carson pulled out every thing he needed to make home made meat balls. When everything was finished, he went upstairs and knocked on Danny's door and told him to come down for dinner.

Danny dragged his feet into the kitchen and heaved himself into one of the kitchen bar stools while Carson dished out the food and placed a plate of spaghetti and a glass of grape juice in front of him. Before he took a beer from the fridge for himself and heaved himself to sit on the kitchen counter to eat his own spaghetti. Carson was have way through his own plate and his beer before noticing Danny was idly twirling his spaghetti and pushing it around.

" Not Hungry Son?" Carson said and Danny blew up at him and threw the plate of spaghetti at the fridge.

" Look, I'm not your son and I don't want be your son, ever not that it matters because I'm just a monthly paycheque anyways!" Danny said red faced before turning on his heels, running up the stairs and slamming the door behind him.

Carson sighed as he stood on the counter and jumped over to the other side to avoid all the broken shards of the plate Danny had thrown. He grabbed his shoes and started to clean up the mess. Carson didn't blame Danny for throwing a fit or even the plate, how could he? The poor boy must be hurting with his heart in a million pieces. He lost his parents, found out nobody in his family wanted nor cared about him and been moved half-way across the planet. Carson probably would of thrown the plate at himself, had he been in Danny's shoes. Mess taken care of Carson sat on the sofa, leaned his head back and just tried to think. He wanted to make sure, Danny knew he was wanted, that he wasn't paycheque, that at the end of the day, Carson gave a damn about him.

It was midnight when Carson broke out of his thoughts, he wasn't sure where the time went. He locked up the house and headed upstairs.

Danny heard him coming up the stairs, and foot steps stoping at the door, he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Danny didn't want to talk to Carson, he didn't want to be forced into yet another apology, by another person that thought they ruled his life now. Danny heard the door open and felt Carson sit on the bed, and for moment nothing happened.

Danny heard the man take a deep breath, before he felt Carson's deft fingers brushing the hair that'd fallen in front of his eyes. Danny's mother used to do it when she'd tuck him in when he was little. Danny felt just a little comforted by Carson's action, he didn't want to be, but he was it was the first time in a week any one touched him to more then shove him down a corridor or through a door. Even at the funeral, nobody gave him a hug or told him it'd be alright. As of right now, Danny didn't have any family or a friend in the world any more.

Danny felt Carson shift, like he'd move to sit with his elbows on his knees. Then Danny was hearing him talk.

" Look Son, I don't know what to do here. I'm scottish we say son when we're talking to a young lad or even man that's younger than us, it's what we do" Danny heard Carson make this hysterical chuckle, apparently Carson was talking to him.

" I don't know why I'm telling you this, because clearly you're kind of out for the count, but I'll say it anyways. I'm not trying to replace your Dad or your Mom, Gosh no son. Nobody can ever replace them, they'll always be Grace and Mac Williams the mother and father of Danny Williams, always and you'll always be their son kid." Danny could feel Carson move again as though he'd run his hand through his own hair.

" I've never been a parent before, The closet I've ever been to parenting were my wee baby turtles I had in college. So I'm going to suck at this for a while, but I want you to know you're wanted, I want you here. I don't care if you've had a bad rep and your grades are terrible, we can work on that" Danny could feel the silent tears escaping his eyes, as he continued to listen to man, talk to him, even though he thought he was asleep.

" I'm not mad because you threw a dish, it's ok to be upset and angry. I should tell you in the morning to tell me you're angry next time. I'll give you the boxing gloves and you can beat the shit out of the bag in the basement or we could spar. I get that you're hurt, I know that you're hurting, You're a 13 year old boy, who lost the two most important people in his life you're not alright. But damn it kid, you'll be alright, maybe not tonight or tomorrow or the day after, but I want you to know I'll be there there for you and we'll get through this together."

Something inside Danny broke and before he really knew what he was doing, he threw himself at Carson. Carson's arms came around the lad's shoulders, cradling him into his chest as boy buried his face in his neck and his entire body shook with every heart broken sob. Had nobody hugged this child and asked him how he felt? Carson wondered, while he ran a soothing hand and whispered a litany of nonsense into Danny's ear and pressed soft kisses into his hair.

It took almost an hour before Danny hiccuped and whipped the tears from his eyes, his nose at started to run at some point and he probably snotted all over Carson's neck and maybe Carson wasn't so bad. Danny pulled away red faced and embarrassed he was a man now and men didn't cry.

" It's alright Danny, we all need a good cry sometime." Carson said as though he'd read Danny's mind. At some point Carson must of moved them around so Carson was sitting on the bed with his back against the head board and Danny sat in his lap, which Danny scrambled off of the second he noticed opting to sit beside Carson with his back against the headboard to. Carson was looking at the picture of his parents, he'd had clutched in his hand before Carson had come upstairs.

" Here Danny, I want you to have this" Carson said and he pulled a photo of a man, who looked a lot like Carson, except his hair was blonde.

" What's this?" Danny asked just a little confused.

" It's a picture of my Da, he was killed by a lorry when I was 11" Carson said as a sad look crept across his face.

" Who's Lorry?" Danny asked and Carson smirked and ruffled his hair

" In Scotland we call transport truck a lorry, the driver was drunk"

" Oh" Danny didn't bother to say sorry, he knew it just didn't work. " I don't understand?" Danny said confused as he held up the picture of Carson's dad Keith.

" Danny, I want you to have it. So you'll always remember that I get it. When you think nobody else understands, you can always come to me."

" Thank you" and Danny meant it, he was surprised but he really meant it.

" You've got his chubby cheeks." Danny said and pinched Carson's cheek like an old lady would a child. Carson muttered " Beckett's gift and curse" before he smirked and pulled Danny's ears and said he got those from his mother. They continued to talk, Carson about his Da and Danny about his parents through the night.

Danny woke up when the sun came in through the blinds, he noticed three things. His parents picture and the one of Carson's Da that he and Carson tacked on the the cork board Danny missed by the bed. He was under the covers and he slept for the first time in a week. Danny smiled, his first honest smile since his parents' deaths when Carson Beckett threw open his door, looking like he'd just rolled out of bed himself and walked right into the room. Danny chuckled as Carson rooted through the drawers in the closet threw a pair of boxers, a white t-shirt and a pair of khakis at him and grunted something that sounded like Shower, Breakfast and Pancakes. Before walking out the door apparently Carson didn't do mornings or required caffeine like Danny required oxygen. Danny headed toward the shower, thinking that maybe this wasn't so bad, and maybe Carson was right, He would be alright.

Thanks for reading, This will continue and another Chapter will follow. I just needed to lay the frame work for the story and Carson's key importance. I'm trying to keep this story pretty wholesome. But there will probably be some violence an angst moments through out.

Gibbs