Waves Above the Horizon

A/N: Okay, here is the next multi-chapter story. Yes, it is a Steve whump, just like it always is and will be. I plan on posting a chapter 2 or 3 times a week for maybe 2 weeks. I'm not exactly sure where I'm heading with this yet, so I can't be sure. Please make sure that you review, feel free to criticize and be harsh. It makes me write better, and I'm going to need it for high school. I just love hearing from you guys. I hope you enjoy. P.S: This is just a little preview of what's to come. Yes, it's the first chapter, but later chapters will be much longer than this.

Summary: A storm hits Oahu. Hard. Just like always, Steve McGarrett is there to save the day. Expect plenty of Steve whump.

Chapter One

The waves rose into the sky and crashed back down on the shore with an unbelievable force. The sky above was churning, gray clouds chasing each other's tails. Palm trees scattered themselves on the wet, sandy ground, shaking the earth on impact. And in the middle of it all was Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett. He was "that self-sacrificing son of a bitch," in Danny's words. Only Steve could have gotten him into such trouble, out in the middle of a tsunami. All Danny could do was sit back and enjoy the ride, well, if enjoy is what you wanted to call it.

"Damn it, Steven! Get your fat ass back in here!" Danny called after him, but his shouts died in the howling of the wind. That, or Steve chose to ignore him.

"Steven J. McGarrett, come here!" He tried again with no luck. He pulled the door to Steve's house closed, using as much of his strength that he could muster. He hadn't seen a storm this bad ever. Usually, it was a simple task, closing the door. Not so much today.

"Gracie, go down to the basement. I'll meet you there." Danny commanded his daughter as he dried his sweaty face on his shirt sleeve. He couldn't be happier about the fact that Steve had a basement. It wasn't common in Hawaii for houses to have basements, but if someone had a basement, it would be Steve. He was prepared for anything. Kind of. What he wasn't thankful for, though, was that his Monkey was still on the island. Of course, it had been Steve's fault. He said that he needed to stay to make sure that everyone was okay afterward. In fact, he insisted that he stay. Danny wouldn't allow him to stay by himself; he wouldn't have anyone to help him if he got into any deep shit. Therefore, Danny sacrificed his safety for the son of a bitch and stayed. Well, that was before he found out that Rachel had left the island without taking Grace with her. He would've done anything to get off that island to take his daughter to safety, but, just his luck; no one was allowed to leave the island. As soon as he tried to escape, all the pilots decided that the weather was too bad to try to fly through it. So, there he was in Steve's house, preparing for certain death. He wasn't too happy about it, either. Especially after Steve bounded out of the house to chase after some baby cry that he supposedly heard. Danny didn't hear it, but Steve was absolutely positive that he had. It could have been miles away, for all that he knew. The wind could have carried the slightest sound around the world, but he didn't care. If there was a child in distress, he was going to go out there and help it. That's how Danny came upon the fact that Steve McGarrett was, indeed, a self sacrificing song of a bitch. He had no other choice but to let Steve go out on his own. He couldn't just leave Gracie alone and he sure as hell couldn't bring her with him. So, Steve sprinted out of the house and Danny, being the short person that he is, couldn't stop McGarrett, who was on a mission. A determined Steve was a scary Steve; he could beat the shit out of you before you could even cry out for your mommy. So, Danny backed off with one last fruitless attempt to stop him.

Danny scurried around the house, trying to patch up the doors and windows with anything he could find. Flooding was inevitable, and Danny definitely did not want to be swimming around in Steve's basement, so he stuffed shirts and blankets and sand into all the vulnerable places. He just hoped that it would hold off the oncoming storm a little bit. After running around the house frantically and practically barricading himself in, he headed down the stairs to where his daughter was sitting in the corner in fetal position.

"Hey Gracie." He sighed out.

"Danno, where's Uncle Steve? I'm scared." She replied with a shaky voice. Her face was red and blotchy, an endless stream of tears flowing freely down her face.

"It's okay, Monkey. I know you're scared, but you have to be brave. Danno loves you, baby. We're safe here." He crouched down and scooped her up, cradling her fragile body in his arms. He reassured her the best that he could, but in truth, he was scared, too. Scared that the house would suddenly collapse on them. Scared that his daughter wouldn't make it out. Scared that he wouldn't make it out and leave his daughter at the mercy of Step Stan. Scared that Steve wouldn't make it back. But he stayed strong, not for himself, but for his daughter.

Steve pumped his arms, willing his legs to go faster. The downpour pelted his body, each rain drop stinging his skin where it touched. But he wouldn't give up, he heard a cry. He knew for a fact that he heard a cry. He needed to get to that child, no matter what. This was what he stayed back for, to make sure that everyone was safe, and if they weren't, to make them safe. He knew that there were people that were too stubborn to leave their homes and possessions at home, so they stayed. They would ignore the fact that they were putting themselves and others in danger by staying, just because they were too damn stubborn. Steve knew what that was like, being stubborn himself, so he made sure that he could protect those stupid people. Then, he heard the cry again. This time it seemed closer. He slowed his pace and shouted into the ruthless storm.

"Are you okay? Where are you? I'm here to help!" He tried, a strangled sob coming as a response. It was certainly a child. He turned around in a three-sixty, but he could barely see his hand if he held it out in front of him. It was foggy and the rain was getting blown in the wind, making it an opaque blanket that covered the skies. "You have to help me out, I don't know where you are!" He called out into the darkness.

"Here." A quiet voice called from somewhere behind Steve. "I'm here." It said again, gaining a little confidence. Suddenly, there was a loud crack and a large palm tree from beside Steve started toppling in his direction. By the time he realized what the sound meant, it was too late. He tried to jump aside, but the tree clipped his feet and brought him down with it. His head mercilessly cracked on the ground and then he was flooded in blackness.

A/N: So I left you guys with a cliffy… Hmm, it feels nice giving someone else a cliffy, although I do not enjoy getting one myself. I will be updating soon. Please don't forget to review, I love it when I get reviews. Now, I will just sit back and hope that at least someone read this. Thank you!