A/N: Wow, I'm overwhelmed by the response to this story. Thank you all so much.
Chapter Two
No one would believe him. Apparently a vision, or daydream, was not a good enough reason to send out a Search and Rescue team. The fact that Danny had spoken to Steve that very morning didn't help either. If Steve hadn't contacted Danny by the next morning, then a team could be sent out to look for him. Danny was not willing to wait that long.
Kono was in California with Adam, and Danny didn't want to worry her unduly, but he did call Chin who was on Maui visiting some of his many relatives.
"Danny, are you sure it's not just your subconscious conjuring this up because of the last time the two of you went up there?" Chin asked.
"No, Chin. If that were the case, why didn't I have a nightmare last night when I got a brief nap at the hospital? Why would this hit me while I was awake?" Danny was moving around his home gathering supplies as he talked. "I'm telling you, Chin, Steve is in trouble and I have to get up there." He finally located his hiking boots right at the back of his bedroom closet. "I'll figure out a way."
"Alright, I'm on my way back. Go to the office and pick up another satellite phone, just in case there's a problem with Steve's." Danny could hear Chin moving around now, getting ready to leave and fly back to Oahu.
"Okay. I'll call you as soon as I know anything, and thanks, Chin." Danny said as he headed out his front door, hiking boots in hand.
"For what, Danny?"
"For believing in me, when no one else would."
"Listen, the bond between you and Steve is very strong. I believe it's possible for two people, with such a bond, to know when the other is in trouble." There was a slight hesitation. "Just promise me you won't do anything stupid trying to get up there."
"I promise, Chin. After all, I'm not the impulsive SEAL in this partnership."
"Maybe so, but you can be just as impulsive as Steve when you want to be. So be careful." Chin said before he hung up.
Danny drove, sirens blaring; to Steve house, where he picked up the emergency pack Steve kept in his garage. Then he drove, just as fast to Kamekona's shrimp truck. He may not be able to get a Search and Rescue chopper to go look for Steve, but he knew where there was a helicopter he could get the use of. First he'd have to convince Kamekona that Steve was in trouble, and then, to take him up there.
As it turned out, convincing Kamekona was not hard at all. "Shoots. If yous thinks the big guy's in trouble, brah, den we needs to get up there."
"Just like that?" Danny said in disbelief. "Do you know how many people I have talked to today? How many people have told me that I'm, what do you call it, lolo. Not one of those people would even entertain the possibility that I could know that Steve needs help. That Steve is hurt. Yet you are willing to fly up there because I say I have a feeling that Steve's in trouble?"
"Sure, brah. You and the big guy are Kaikua'ana, brothers. Steve reached out when he needed you, and you heard him." Kamekona moved towards the helicopter parked near his shrimp truck. "Dis is meant to be. Yous must seek out your brother and rescue him."
Danny stared at Kamekona as the big man climbed aboard the helicopter. "I think this island has finally driven me insane." He muttered to himself as he walked around and climbed in the other door.
It was only when they were in the air that Danny remembered he hadn't picked up the extra satellite phone. Well, he wasn't going back now.
They were approaching the Ko'olau Mountain Range when Kamekona got a radio message that there was a storm coming in, and he should turn around. The weather didn't look that threatening, but Danny knew that here on Oahu, a storm could blow in quickly.
"Kame, if you want to turn around, I understand. Just drop me off here and I'll hike the rest of the way." Danny offered.
"Nah, Jersey. We've come dis far and dat ridge you talked about is just up der." Kamekona pointed ahead and slightly to the left of their heading.
"Thanks, Big Guy. I'll really owe you one for this." Danny looked at the dark clouds rolling in over the distance sea. "With any luck we'll have Steve, and get out of here, before that storm arrived." He said.
But luck was not with them. Just as Kamekona crossed the ridge looking for a landing spot, a gust of wind caught the chopper and threw it upwards. Danny was knocked sideways by the sudden movement and slammed against the door on his right. He didn't have time to worry about the pain in his right shoulder thou as Kamekona yelled. "Grab that stick, brah. I need help holding dis baby steady."
Danny grabbed onto the controls in front of him, and held on, as Kamekona fought for control of the chopper. He thought they'd succeeded as they straightened and approached a clearing, only to have another gust hit them and slam the chopper into the ground.
This time, not only his shoulder hit the door, but Danny's head also connected, leaving him dazed.
A groan from his left motivated Danny to push himself away from the door and look over at Kamekona. The big guy hung half in and half out of the helicopter, held there only by the harness he wore. Danny released his own harness and reached over to take hold of Kamekona's arm, and ease him upright. The door had opened, or broken from the impact of the large man's body hitting it. "You okay?" Danny asked.
"Yeah. Head hurts."
"Let me look, then you see if this thing will fly again while I go look for Steve." Danny said as he reached in the back and pulled forward Steve's emergency pack.
The side of Kamekona's head was bleeding, a lot. But after Danny cleaned it up, he was able to use butterfly bandages to close the wound. Kamekona insisted on doing the same for Danny as his head was also bleeding from where he'd hit the door.
Once they were patched up, both men climbed from the helicopter and walked around, meeting in the front to survey the damage. A couple of times, Danny had to put his hand out to steady himself, as a wave of dizziness struck him.
The helicopter didn't look too bad to Danny. The rotors were still intact, and apart from the door hanging on one hinge, the body looked alright. The left side landing skid was decidedly bent though, which caused a slight list.
"Could have been worse." Danny stated.
"Yeah. Lucky, brah." Kamekona moved back and opened the rear door. "Here, take one of dese with yous." He handed Danny a two-way radio.
"Thanks, Big-Guy. I'll call if I need help." Danny turned, and walked in the direction of Steve's camp. He'd seen it just before the crash, and knew it was only one clearing away. As he walked he swung the pack up on his left shoulder, his right shoulder was too painful to take the weight of the pack. The dizziness had subsided, somewhat, so Danny pushed on.
The intense feeling he'd had earlier, that Steve was in trouble, was even stronger now that he was closer. He knew, even before he walked into the empty campsite, that Steve would not be there; he was somewhere close though, hurt, and needed Danny's help.
TBC
A/N: I don't know how many of you believe in intuition, but I do as I've experienced it first hand. So what Danny 'knows' and feels could all be very real.