A/N: These will be just short stories I thought of between the characters! There will be action, angst, and shameless fluff. As I continue with the Skywalker Trilogy and I use one of these, I'll take it down and post it on that story! Oh, and the title means this: Phoenix is the daughter of Zeus, god of lightning and storms. McGarrett is the son of Poseidon, god of oceans. It's a big huge Percy Jackson reference, but don't worry about it! It shouldn't have much to do with that series! :) Anyways, I'll start each one with an explanation of stuff you need to know.

The cover was once again made by Samantha_Hudnall_! She actually made me three, and one of the other one is the first few banners on the side. I love them both so much! She makes them for free, so don't be afraid to ask!

Dedicated to M&M for being an amazing friend. Check her stories out, ya'll!

Okay, this one takes place about two weeks after Phoenix is assigned to Five-0, like Lori was. Just no Lori. c: Enjoy!

I watched as Phoenix trudged upstairs silently. To be truthful, she'd been quiet since we left the Navy base. It was an odd occurrence. She was exactly like Danny, so much so that it was scary sometimes. I duly wondered, not for the first time, if they were distantly related. Same blazing electric blue eyes. Same blonde hair. They even talked alike: hands moving crazily, not giving the other person time to speak. Scary for sure.

Also, in a way, she reminded me of Mary. She wasn't exactly innocent, but some part of me was already saying that she was my little sister. I wanted to protect her, to keep her safe. Maybe it's the fact she's the age that Mary was when we were torn apart. Come to think of it, that's probably exactly why. She was, in a way, a redo. How Mary and my relationship was supposed to be, had our father not split us up.

And because of all of those reasons, she was worrying me. I had seen the flash of fear on her face when they rolled the footage. When she realized that SEALs were cold-blooded killing machines, and that at one point I was doing that. And the way she had been acting around me for the last few hours . . . I didn't want to face the truth, but the facts pointed to her being scared of me.

The thought itself was unsettling. True, I'd only known her for about two weeks, give or take. But in those weeks, she showed that she was strong, both physically and mentally. For fifteen, she was a better cop than a few rookies at HPD. And, even though she obviously wasn't excited about being here, she was ready to accept it.

I knew the conversation had to happen. I mean, she was moving in with me (I couldn't let her stay in a hotel the whole time she was here, could I?). Phoenix deserved to know I only protect, and - usually - don't kill people without reason. That being said, I wasn't heartless; I only did what I believed was right.

Sighing, I stared at the stairs. I had to talk to her tonight yet, before this got out of hand. But what could I say? That what was on the video wasn't true? That I didn't do that? Both would be lies. I did do that up until about two years ago. I was one of those men on a mission similar to that one. I killed. Without a second thought.

Deciding that I'd go with the flow, I jogged upstairs. I almost went straight in; then, thinking better of it, I knocked.

"Come in, McGarrett." I tried to ignore the slight tremor of uncertainty in her tone.

I opened the door and gave her a smile, hoping I didn't look threatening in any way. She was laying on top of her covers, reading a battered book. I could tell that she was wary of me the moment I crossed the threshold.

"Hey." I sat on the corner of the bed. "You settling in okay?"

Phoenix shrugged. "Yeah." Then, as an afterthought, added, "Thanks again for this."

"Yeah, of course." There was a terribly awkward silence. My hands fidgeted after about a minute of it.

"You look like you have something to say. So spit it out."

I finally met her innocently questioning eyes. "I wanted to talk about earlier."

Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly. "What about it?"

"I'm gonna be honest with you." She nodded, showing that she appreciated it. "I don't want you to be . . . afraid of me."

Almost immediately her eyes went to her hands as she put her book aside. "I'm not afraid of you." Phoenix was a horrible liar, I realized, just like Danny. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I added that to the list of things that they were freakily alike.

I crossed my arms. "You can admit it. I. Frighten. You."

Still not meeting my eyes, she shrugged in a way that said, "Maybe."

"Phoenix . . ." I sighed her name exasperatedly. She took it as me wanting her to meet my gaze. "You don't need to be afraid of me. I won't ever hurt you."

I watched as her eyes blazed. "How. How do I know."

"Trust me, first all. It's something that you have to do, as we're gonna backing each other up a lot. Second of all," I gave her a reassuring smile, "I never hurt my friends."

She raised an eyebrow, shifting so that she was sitting cross-legged. "Friends? I've only known you for about two weeks tops, not counting before."

"Well if you haven't noticed, you are staying for a while. So I figure we might as well be."

Phoenix nodded slowly. "True." She was quiet for a second before she said, "Listen, I know you don't exactly like me, but-"

I stared at her in shock. "Who said that?"

She glared at me like it was obvious. "It was kind of implied. I mean, you weren't - and still aren't - exactly ecstatic about me being assigned to Five-0."

"That doesn't mean I don't like you. Phoenix, I've only known you for a week, but I can tell you're the perfect fit for this team. I just had to warm up to you is all. Actually, scratch that - I had to warm up to the fact you were here to stay, no matter what."

Nodding again, she sighed. "Yeah." Then a quiet, "Alright, friends it is."

I gave her another smile, this one soft and true. "Alright. So no being afraid of me. Okay?"

For the first time since I met her, Phoenix truly smiled, eyes lighting up. She had a beautiful smile, and I hoped to see it more often now that I knew her just the tiniest bit better. "Yeah. No more being afraid, I promise."

"Can I get a hug to seal the deal?" It slipped out before I realized it. The thought surprised me. I hated hugs, but I offered one to a girl I barely knew.

She seemed just as shocked. "What, you wanna prove SEALs have hearts? I get the point, McGarrett."

"Something like that." I agreed, telling myself that was my train of thought all along. "Come on. One hug. Just one."

For a moment, I thought she'd disagree and pick an argument. Then she gently crawled over and let me wrap my arms around her, resting her head on my shoulder. "Friends aren't afraid of friends." I whispered in her ear.

"Friends aren't afraid of friends." She repeated. "Thanks, McGarrett. I don't have very many friends."

That surprised me. "Really?"

She shrugged. "I have my friends at the New York precinct. A few friends from camp, although, I'm sort of worshipped there. I only have three true friends from there."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

The girl laughed at my puzzled expression. "Ask me again in a month, alright?"

"I'm going to hold you to that."

"Alright. I'm glad we could talk, McGarrett."

I got back up and mock bowed. "The pleasures all mine. Night, Phoenix."

"Yeah. Night McGarrett." She laughed.

That night marked the beginning of a crazy ride. One of friendship, love, angst, and every other emotion you can think of. But I would never change my choice. Not in a million years. Yes, Phoenix changed my life; and it was definitely for the better.