(Author's Note)

I know, it's weird and not like the show at all..but..eh. It's fan fiction, right? Sorry it doesn't make much sense, I was in a rambling mood..

Disclaimer: Don't own Hawaii Five-0. If I did, it probably wouldn't even be on TV.


Danny came as soon as he heard the news. Steve's mother had died. When he got to the house, he was disgusted by the neighbors, standing in a group near the ambulance. They were just talking amongst themselves. 'Gossiping, most likely,' Danny thought to himself.

He ran past them and into the house. He heard talking, crying, whispers.. He ran past all of them, running to where he knew Steve would be.

He ran up the stairs to the top floor, and jumped up, grabbing the small rope that was attached to the attic stairs. He climbed up and looked around.

He then heard sobs and followed them to a bunk bed in the corner of the room. A boy was sitting there, crying and sniffling. Danny sat beside him, wrapping his arms around in, pulling him to his chest.

"I'm really sorry," Danny whispered. It seemed like a dumb thing to say since everyone else would say the same, but what else could he say? Nothing seemed right..

Steve clutched Danny like a lifeline. He was glad that the other boy was here for him, but he felt embarrassed. Danny was seeing him at his weakest, but why would that matter right now anyway? Anyone in his position would be like this. He had nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about.

Steve had always felt like the strong one. The one Danny turned to when something bad was happening. The one who was there for him after his parents' divorce..The one who loved him unconditionally. Not a romantic love. Neither of them wanted that right now.

It was a best friend's love. Danny counted Steve as his best friend, and Steve counted Danny as his. That was what they both needed anyway, a best friend who accepted who they were.

That was why Danny was here right now. He was here to comfort his best friend. Comfort as he had been comforted. So Danny held Steve, let him cry all he wanted, let him bitch about how unfair life was. The light coming in the windows dwindled, then faded completely. And still, Danny held Steve, not caring about his own parents who would be pissed at him, not caring about anything but Steve.

"Thanks, Danny," a muffled voice said. Steve raised his head and looked at him. "I'm glad you're here for me."

Danny smiled. "Of course I'm here for you! You're my best friend. I'm always here for you."