Steve POV

There stood my daughter. A teenager. Her soft brown hair that fell pass her shoulders in curls. The color matched my own. Her tan skin with a hint of pink that she got from Danny. Her face, her forehead, her eyebrows, her big eyes, her cheekbones, and the hard set of her jaw, it was all Danny. Her eyes were so similar in color to mind, but the blue was stronger. Her face was so similar to Danny's. She is so beautiful. I couldn't stop staring at her. This was my daughter. This was Danny's daughter. This was the child that we had created sixteen years ago. My thoughts were going wild. But I couldn't move. I couldn't force my mouth to move, I couldn't even blink. Just as I managed to utter a word, the lamest word in existence, her form crumbled to the floor. I rushed toward her only for the dog, that I had forgotten about, to launch it self at me and throw me to the floor. Fuck! The stinking mutt was heavy. I felt the air leave my lungs as I laid there on the floor, growling dog on top of me. While the dog might be a stinking mutt, he was still a trained German Sheppard that would die to protect my daughter. Unfortunately while I was grateful to the dog for its loyalty, it was still stopping me from getting to my unconscious daughter. Just as I was debating how much Virginia would hate me for punching her dog, I heard Danny's voice giving it a command that had the dog scurrying away.

I moved closer to Danny and Virginia. Danny had Virginia's head cradled in his lap, soothingly brushing her hair away from her face. "Is she okay? I should call an ambulance. What hospital has the best doctors? If I drive I can get her there faster." I meant to just ask if she was okay but before I knew it I was digging my phone out of my pocket and getting ready to call when Danny's voice broke me out of my train of thought. "Look, just plug this in over there, behind the table and she will be okay. If you could carry her over to the couch so that she can get comfortable she will be okay. Just breath Steven. Now I know where she got it from. Definitely not from me. Freaking giant of a man, tough army man, freaks out when his daughter faints and becomes useless. Gets tackled by a freaking dog. HA! I have to give Zen a steak or something, that was good. Best memory ever. Damn where is my camera." I glared at Danny as I moved forward and picked Virginia up. My eyes never leaving the dog that had returned with a small back pack in his mouth. She was suppose to be small the first time I held her in my arms. She was suppose to be a few hours old, and I should be worried that I was going to break her. We should have been at a hospital, Danny on the bed holding Viktor while I held Virginia. Happy to be new parents. Not sixteen years later, and a lifetime of memories gone. While I was still worried about holding her, it wasn't the same. She was tall. Taller than Danny, but seem to weight almost nothing. I decided she was way too thin, and I would take care of that. I laid her on the couch and plugged in the small device Danny had gotten from the back pack and placed an oxygen mask on Virginia's face. Her wheezing came to a stop almost immediately. Her breathing was evening out when I heard footsteps coming down the stair. Soon in the doorway stood my son, Viktor. Just like Virginia I took him in. He was tall. He would be as tall as me soon, but for now he was just pass my shoulder. His body built was like my own. Wide shoulders and long limbs. His limbs were thick though like Danny's. His jaw was set like Danny's, forever stubborn. His eyes were all mine. He had the McGarret eyes, the shape, the color, his forehead was mine. Viktor's appearance was more like mine, hints of Danny here and there. We stared at each other and I worried for a second that he would faint like his sister, but slowly he came over to me. My next thought was, he is going to punch me, he had every right to, but his arms wrapped around me, his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him slowly, unsure and held my son close for the first time. I hugged him as I felt him sniffle. His hands curled up and punched my back a couple of times before grabbing onto the back of my shirts and holding on for dear life. "Please don't leave." was whispered over and over again. My kids had lost Blake, the first father they knew, my dad, and me. I was the only one that had returned. The only father they had left was me, and I wasn't sure how good of a father I would be or could be. The losses where so fresh for all of us, Dad just a few days ago and Blake a year ago. Fuck! I should have been there for my children. I held him close and began to rock us as Danny sat next to Virginia. Another dog joined the first one, both sitting on the floor next to the couch. A little girl, Grace, had wormed her way into Danny's lap. He was telling her something and she nodded before racing her way upstairs.

Everything was quiet. The humming of the machine that was helping Virginia breath the only sound in the room. Steve's arms still around his son, Viktor had stopped sniffling but refused to let go of his father. The fear of loosing him again evident in the way his knuckles were white around the shirt in his hands. Danny sat on the couch watching father and son. He was careful to not let his body touch Virginia's while he waited for Grace to race back downstairs. The little girl came bouncing down the hallway her feet barely making a sound. In her hands she held a prescription bottle and an inhaler. She quickly handed them to Danny, she gave him a quick hug before moving to the opposite couch. With a sigh Danny called Zen over. Zen padded over to his master's side and sat. He laid his head next to her hand and slowly sniffed her. When she didn't respond, he shuffled his head closer waiting for a twitch of her fingers. When none came, he gave his master a small lick. Still she remain unresponsive. Danny's jaw set, he gave the dog a look and Zen sat back. Danny reached out his hand and gently moved some stray hairs from her face. His warm hand cupped his daughter's cheek. He left his hand there for a minute, and just when he was about to tell Steven to call the hospital, Virginia's whole body shuttered. She sat straight up. Her breathing once again sharp, gasping breaths. Zen quickly placed his head on her lap. Her eyes still closed she began to pet him. Danny reached out once more and took the mask off her face. He shook the inhaler before pressing it against her lips. One huff later and her breathing was nice and even. Slowly she moved her body until she was curled against Danny's side. Danny didn't move and let her dictate the touch. She grabbed his hand and wrapped his arm around herself. Grace came over with a throw blanket, which she held out to Virginia, her hand hitting the couch so that Virginia would know without having to open her eyes. Virginia took it in her shaking hands. She wrapped it around her body before giving Grace a shaky smile. Virginia's eyes stayed closed as she snuggled into her father's side. "Did you take a pill like you were suppose to V?" Danny's voice was soft and smooth. Virginia gave a nod. Her lips twitching as she tried to speak. She took a shaky breath. "Yes" was whispered so quietly, but with so much pain. "Your throat is still closed up?" This time she gave a nod.

Everything was so carefully done that Steve couldn't help but wonder just how many times this had happened before.