Disclaimer: I own nothing of Hawaii Five-0, if I did I'd surely be doing better things with my life.
This can be read as pre-pilot or any time during the show. No spoilers. Kono has a bad dream.
B is for Bad Dreams
Home was where she glided over wave after wave, the salty breeze driving drops of ocean water into her face, her body moving with her surfboard as if they were one. Although she still loved surfing, especially when she won competitions- which was most times, she was feeling the pressure as each tournament passed.
Being recruited for Coral Prince Surfing was the best thing to ever happen to her... until now.
The waves were a bit rougher than usual, the wind directing them a little too fast toward the sandy shore. Still, she made it over each wave, impressing the crowds and receiving applause.
She kept a smile on her face for the cameras that were strategically placed around the surfers but inside her anxiety was rising. The waves were getting harder to manage as they grew choppier and as she tired. They didn't pull them from the water so she kept going.
Everything was going well until one misstep and she was going down. The last thing she remembered was a tearing, burning sensation in her left leg and then she was being pulled under by the waves she has always called home.
"Kono," a voice broke through her consciousness like sunshine on a cloudy day, "wake up! Please, don't do this. Wake up!"
Her eyes slowly fluttered, trying to push past the pain in her leg and chest and the burning in her lungs. The sand under her back, usually comforting, only served to annoy her. She wanted to be back in her bed, surrounded by freshly washed comforters.
Voices surrounding her, hands running through her hair, holding her hand.
Her knee was totaled.
No way she gets back on a board.
Shame, she was going to go far. Now she'll never compete again.
Her jumbled mind couldn't make sense of the words. Never compete again? There was nothing wrong with her knee.
Except there was. The pain felt like fire, like hot iron pressing down from all sides, and if she focused, she could feel it centered around her knee. Her breathing became shallow and quick, anxiety rising as she tried to wake up or stand or do something.
"Come on Kono, open your eyes!"
Brown doe eyes widened, desperate to take a look at her knee. Instead of the blue sky and tens of faces above her, she saw her white ceiling. There was no sand underneath her back, only her freshly washed comforters. There was no one running their fingers through her hair or holding her hand. She was alone in her bedroom.
Kono let her eyes slide shut again, this time imagining the moment when she woke up in the hospital. Her eyes snapped open.
"Might as well get up," she muttered.
This wouldn't be her first bad dream nor her last. But it wasn't that day anymore.