What's this one about?

This was me tinkering around with writing an AU in which Five-0 existed in the Zootopia universe. If you've never seen it, it's a lovely Disney movie where the entire world is populated by anthropomorphic animals. It deals with racism in a realistic way and is one of my favorite movies.

Basically, this is just a scene from a larger part of a series that never got off the ground. Go figure. Nighthowlers make animals go rabid. Steve is a tigon, Danny a dhole (a type of canine), Kono an Oryx, and Chin a river otter.


Wild

(In which Five-0 are in the Zootopia-verse)

Steve felt his gut twist when he heard the sticky wet splat of a Nighthowler Popper, but not for the reason he thought he would have felt sick.

They had developed a protocol when this particular weapon became popular again with a specific drug ring after the incidents in Zootopia. Since they seemed to be targeting predators and since three-fourths of Five-0 were predators he had equipped each of his team with high dose tranqs, giving Kono free range of all of their weaponry since she was the only not likely to be targeted.

Being a Tigon, he was obviously the largest threat. He told his team not to hold back if he went wild and started attacking them. He'd rather take a bullet to the shoulder than live with the fact that he had maimed one of his teammates.

He was so sure that he was going to be the target that it caught him off guard when his partner was hit with the Popper.

"Danny!" he yelled, turning on his heel and crouching low amongst the foliage.

With superior night vision he could see the blue stain on the side of the Dhole's neck. His ears twitched at the growling coming from him. Danny growled a lot, but it was always a complaining growl about how Steve was a throwback to the Ice Age, not a predatory growl. Not this hyper-aggressive growl.

"Ah, Danno," he hissed to himself. This was not going to be good.

Danny dropped to all fours with a snarl. His nose swept through the air, taking a moment to locate him. Steve had dove off the path into the thick undergrowth upon the first sound of a sniper rifle discharging. There he was still hidden. He was hiding from his own partner. The day couldn't get any worse.

His partner charged the underbrush with a yowl.

Steve cursed and darted out of the way. They would spar sometimes against each other to try and keep their skills sharp. Of course, they never went full steam during those sessions. The Nighthowler removed any hesitations about doing that. Danny's teeth chomped onto his tail.

Howling, Steve turned and swatted at him. Just a firm shove. Enough to knock him off. He reached for the tranq gun holstered to his belt. Danny launched at him again with his claws outstretched.

"Danny, listen to me, bud, this isn't you," Steve jumped away again. He knew that talking didn't get through to them. They were running on drugged primal instincts.

Danny, for his part, was a lot better fighter than Steve had ever given him credit for. He was a trained SEAL and was still having a hard time evading every attack that the Dhole initiated. Every step or lunge back was evenly matched and his partner was fueled with an unnatural surge of adrenaline.

Steve also was suffering with reservations about hurting him. He could take down mammals twice his size with efficiency, but it left a lot of damage in the wake. Taking down the smallest of his team wouldn't have been that difficult if he was using lethal measures. But he wouldn't. He couldn't.

Danny bounced off a tree trunk, shoving against it with his hind paws. He wrapped his fingers around his arm and sunk his teeth into his wrist and shook his head. Steve reared back, lifting him off the ground and losing his gun in the process. He rolled onto his back and kicked at him, finally managing to dislodge him.

"Remind me to take your threats to bite me more seriously," he muttered, glancing at the bloody marks on his arm.

Danny was already moving again. Steve readied himself, having to have a precise amount of power behind his next swing. As the Dhole jumped for his neck he brought his paw up and used his palm to make contact with his chest. The blow sent him reeling into the foliage.

He was afraid that he had broken some ribs when Danny reappeared, moving slower but still avid about attacking him. With a frown Steve got on all fours and waited for him to make the next move.

He charged headlong again, but this time Steve had a better idea of how to handle him. Leaning back at the last second and letting his partner get a good shot at his neck, he reached around and secured a fistful of fur on his scruff. Forcefully he yanked him to the ground and pressed his knee on his back.

"Danny, you need to calm down," he ordered. He pressed his paw on his partner's head, keeping it firmly against the ground. With a sigh he called in, "Kono, Danny's been hit. I need tranqs at my location and a recovery tank set up."

"On it, Boss. You got his location?"

"I'm currently sitting on him," Steve said.

Danny thrashed and growled, but even with all his anger and hopped up instincts he couldn't throw the weight of a full grown tigon off of his back. So Steve sat there and waited for the rest of his team. Waited and worried.

"Just hang in there, Danno. Just hang in there."


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