Author's Note:

WARNING: spoilers for 2.10

This is just a short coda to 2.10 I wrote just after seeing the episode. That ep is one of my faves for the entire series so far. It's probably a little OOC because Steve's a Navy SEAL and so stoic all the time but this is what I wanted to happen when they got home. Poor Steve. I don't have a beta so any mistakes are mine.

I wrote this after midnight so it's a bit slack and disjointed, but... oh well. I decided to post it anyway! :)

Disclaimer: yes I know, I know - I don't own the show. Darn.

No! Jenna! Don't... Don't please... Wo Fat…

Steve woke with a gasp, sweaty and shaking with fear. He leant back against the headboard and tried to calm himself down by taking a few deep breaths. Thirsty, he grabbed the glass on the bedside table but found it was empty. He pulled on a t-shirt and ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.

His hands shook as he filled up the glass with water. Taking a sip he put the glass down on the counter but it was too close to the edge and fell, shattering into jagged pieces.

Steve swore and bent down to pick up the glass but in the dim moonlight he cut himself badly on a large shard and blood instantly poured out of his hand. On instinct he grabbed the nearest dish cloth and wrapped it around his wound. He looked back at the floor. There was so much glass... blood... Jenna just lying there on that cold concrete floor. Jesus.

Steve sank onto the ground with his back against the kitchen island and drew his legs up to his body. His shoulders heaved with silent sobs.

Danny watched for a moment from the doorway, unsure of what he should do. He didn't want to startle the SEAL in case he got a fist in the face for his trouble.

But he couldn't leave his best friend alone like that either so he spoke softly to let him know he was there.

"Steve?"

Steve sniffed and turned his head slightly but didn't look at Danny. Safe to approach then, thought Danny. He went around to the other side, away from the glass and knelt down next to Steve. He placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I uh, I heard you cry out Jenna's name from upstairs... I wasn't sure if I should have woken you up."

Steve shook his head and sniffed. "Best you didn't, I could have hurt you."

"Steve, you can't blame yourself. There's no way you could have saved her. Once she made that deal with Wo Fat she was gone. Okay? Please don't do this to yourself." Danny leant his head on Steve's shoulder.

Steve looked up, tears streaming down his face. "I just keep seeing her face. She knew she was going to die, we both did. I just wish..." he trailed off, hanging his head again.

"I know," said Danny, pulling Steve into a tight hug, his arms wrapped around tight. "I know. Just let go, Steve, I've got you, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."

Steve grabbed onto Danny's arm and cried. Loud sobs wracked his body as he let everything out. The betrayal and deaths of Jenna and Governor Jameson. The murders of his father and mother. All at the hand of Wo Fat. He will kill that man. He cried and hugged Danny tight.

As the sobs subsided and Danny felt his friend lean against him, heavy with exhaustion, he grabbed Steve's hand and unwrapped the cloth, inspecting the bleeding gash.

"Crap, that's gonna need stitches," he muttered. "Let's take you to the emergency room. Twice in two days... you should really get a discount."

"Tired, Danny. Let's just sit here for a bit longer, please?" whispered Steve.

"Okay, babe. For a bit longer," said Danny, pulling him into a tight hug again.

"Danno?" asked Steve softly.

"Yes, Steven?" said Danny, resting his head on top of Steve's.

"Let's not tell anyone about this."

"Deal."

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