Wānana Pū – Recollect
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A/N: The story is set somewhere in season 7. I'd like to thank julieb716 for being my beta reader for this story. Thank you for your input and corrections. You are amazing! If there are still some grammar of spellings issues left, they're all mine.
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Chapter Ten Part II
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THURSDAY – 9:17 PM – WILLIAMS RESIDENCE – MOANA - HONOLULU.
After Steve brought Danny back home he had to go back to work. Danny didn't mind; he could use the alone time. He did some things around the house, but he mostly rested. Steve texted him a few times during the day to check up on him. Steve didn't want to call in case Danny was sleeping or anything. Steve came back to Danny's place around 8 pm. He had brought dinner with him, since Danny had barely anything left to eat in his house. They both could use a proper meal and not some days-old leftovers.
Later Danny took a shower and Steve cleaned up the kitchen. It wasn't that big of a mess so Steve sat down on the couch, feet resting on the coffee table, with a cold Longboard in his hand and watched a game. Danny dropped next to him, a bottled water in his hand since he was not allowed to drink alcohol. They watched the game together, made some jokes and argued. After 15 minutes Danny's head started to pound again. His vision became blurry and he had trouble focusing. The moving footage was just too much movement for his brain to process at the time. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the throbbing headache and clear his vision.
"Do you want me to turn it off?" Steve noticed Danny's discomfort.
"No-no you can watch. I'll go to bed, lie down for awhile, if that's okay with you?" Danny let out a small grunt and clutched his ribs as he stood up from the couch.
"Yeah, no problem, whatever you need, buddy." Steve pulled his feet off the table so Danny could make his way to his bedroom.
"Thanks, don't stay up to late okay?" Danny teased.
"You my mother or something?" Steve stared judgemental at Danny.
"Oh God no, I would've put you up for adoption if I were." Danny snorted.
"Nice, thank you. Now stop lingering and get your ass in bed." Steve smiled and gave a dismissive wave with his hand. He slouched back in the couch and put his feet back on the table.
Steve stayed up a couple more hours. He never went to bed that early; he didn't need that much sleep. He changed his gray cargo pants into some shorts and his black shirt for a navy blue T-shirt. He laid down on the couch, moving around until he found a comfortable position. He had found a spare pillow and blanket. It would have to do for a couple of nights. He had slept in worse places than this.
Steve was laying on his back with his right arm above his head when a stumbling noise woke him up. He almost rolled off the couch. For a second he was disoriented, forgetting where he was. He grabbed his phone to check the time. It was a little after 2 am. Steve looked around the room, but there was nobody there. He closed his eyes again as he heard the water running in the kitchen.
"Danny?" Steve got off the couch and walked over to the kitchen, switching the light on.
"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you up," Danny said as he turned around towards Steve. He stood near the sink with a glass of water in his hand.
"No it's fine. You okay?" Steve assessed his friend quickly. Danny was barefoot and only wearing gray shorts. A dark purple and yellow bruise was on the left side of his torso at the top of his ribs.
"I just couldn't sleep." Danny scrunched his eyes closed because of the bright light.
"Anything I can do?" Steve offered.
"No, I just took the rest of my meds, so it's fine." Danny placed the glass of water back on the kitchen counter next to the orange bottles of pills.
Steve nodded and went back to the living room, but before he left the kitchen he turned around and looked back at Danny. "Thank you."
"Thank you? Thank you for what? Waking you up in the middle of the night? What's the matter with you?" Danny sounded perplexed. He had no clue on what Steve was talking about.
"No, for giving me a part of your liver." Steve pointed towards the vertical scar on Danny's chest.
Danny placed his hand on his chest, touching the scar. "You already thanked me for my noble sacrifice and you're welcome, but this doesn't make any sense."
"What doesn't?" Steve asked suspiciously as he glanced sideways at Danny. He placed his hands on his hips.
"There's only one reason I can come up with, why you would be saying something like that. And it's because you feel guilty about all this." Danny waved to his head with his hand.
"No, I don't feel guilty." Steve crossed his arms over his chest and looked away.
"Well it's definitely bothering you, it's all over your face so," Danny stated.
Steve exhaled loudly. Danny wouldn't stop asking, so he decided to gather his courage and share his thoughts for once. "Well you know, at first I didn't get why you would undergo life threatening surgery to save me, but back in the hospital when they were prepping you for surgery, drilling a hole into your skull, man, I would've done anything to keep you around."
"And now you wished you hadn't?" Danny teased.
"No, Danny, I'm serious." Steve locked eyes with Danny; letting him know he meant what he said. "There wasn't anything I could do, but if you would've needed anything I would've given it to you the second they asked."
"Thank you, buddy." Danny opened his arms to give Steve a quick hug, which he gladly accepted. "That's good to uh to know you know, 'cause I'm sure this won't be the last time that I'll be in the hospital, knowing you."
"Thanks a lot. Now I wished you hadn't stuck around." Steve joked sarcastically.
"You're a putz, you know that, right?" Danny mocked as he made his way back to the living room. "Say something useful, tell me about the case." Danny dropped onto the couch. He sat comfortably with his left foot tucked underneath his right knee.
"It's closed. We solved it." Steve had followed Danny to the living room and dropped next to him on the couch. Steve leaned forward, elbows on his knees.
"You did? That's great. What uh what about that boy. Isaac? Was he involved?" Danny asked, curious to know what happened. He placed his arm on the backrest, so he could lean his head on his hand as he listened.
"Yeah the kid confessed. He never intended to hurt other people, just Frank. That's why he made the first bomb to create minimal damage, to get everyone out of the building. Nobody was supposed to get back in, because he knew the response time of HPD and they would've arrived after the second bomb went off and he was right, they did. Only he couldn't have known we were around the corner." Steve summed it up.
"Why did he do it?"
"Well the accident that killed his dad wasn't an accident. Frank made some budget cuts back in 1998 and because of that the building collapsed. It wasn't constructed properly and he used cheaper, inferior products. Frank covered it up, made it look like an accident." Steve reclined comfortably back into the couch.
"Why didn't he go to the police? I mean I'm sure he found something that could've proved it?" Danny asked.
"Isaac started to dig into his father's death two years ago; he found some stuff, but it wasn't any hard evidence, so he applied for an internship at Forbes to gain access to files from the inside. It's pretty spectacular what he found." Steve was impressed by the well-put together plan of the twenty-two year old young man. "I already gave my statement and filed the accident report. You have to do the same when you're feeling up to it."
"Sure, so what? He did it all out of revenge?" Danny scratched his few days old beard. He tried to divert the report thing, because he had no idea how he was going to write a report on a day he couldn't recall.
"He wanted Frank to die just the way his dad did." Steve reached for the half empty bottle of water on the coffee table, which Danny had left behind earlier that evening.
"Now that's why I don't want Grace to hang out with older boys. The kid had probably good grades, model kid and then all of a sudden something in his head snaps, before you know it, he's making bombs and killing people!" Danny raked his fingers through his hair out of frustration, but carefully enough not to touch the dressings.
"Oh yeah great call. You-you are aware that Grace is a model kid and has good grades, right?" Steve raised one eyebrow and the look he gave Danny dared him to disagree.
"Your point?" Danny looked irritated with a furrowed brow and squinted his eyes at Steve.
"I'm just saying, man, before you know it she'll snap, too." Steve took a swig of water hoping Danny couldn't see the smirk on his face behind the bottle.
"All right enough. Good night, Steven." Danny put his hand up to stop Steve from getting up, as he himself stood up and walked back to his own bedroom, another headache beginning to make an untimely appearance.
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A/N: Thank you for reading. I know it's not a very long chapter or anything, just some in-between bromance. Next chapter will be up in a few days. Lot more to come!