You Are Not Going To Die Alone

Danny sensed something was wrong the moment he walked into the Five-0 Headquarter. The room was dark, not a single light burning, and he had to use his phone to guide along the wall. He found the electricity switch and the room sprung to live in front of his eyes. A little shriek escaped him seeing Steve sitting on a chair - half naked and his shoulder patched up.

"Oh... shit, what happened to you?" Danny asked as he rushed to his partner, placing one hand on Steve's good shoulder, the other on his cheek. "You okay?"

Steve kept staring ahead, ignoring Danny completely. The blonde pulled his hands back.

"Fuck Steve, you're scaring me. Bloody hell what happened? Who patched you up?"

Steve finally snapped out of his retrieve and looked at Danny. His eyes were still distant and cold.

"No. I-myself."

"You patched up yourself? Why didn't you call me, to get you to the hospital? Okay, let me just have a look at that…"

Danny started to pull the bandage aside when Steve slapped his hand away. "I'm fine, Danny." he said.

Clenching his fists the blonde stepped back. "Sure", he said. "You're fine. You're always - Fine. Because you're Steve McGarrett - Super SEAL. You don't feel anything." Another step back. "You don't allow yourself to feel anything. So why even bother asking how you are." Another step. "The answer will always be fucking fine.

Danny stood there for a while, silent. Steve looked away and for a moment the blonde wondered if he might actually had hurt him. Apparently though there was nothing to hurt and Steve had nothing to say, Danny turned and started to walking away.

"He stood right there."

The blonde turned back. Steve was looking at him blinking as if surfacing from underwater. Danny walked towards him, encouragingly.

"Wo Fat, he stood right there and... and pointed his gun at me. And then he shot me. I-I don't know why he didn't kill me. But he didn't… didn't say anything. He just waited for me here and then he shot me and…"

Steve looked away again and Danny itched to touch him, hug him and soothe him. But Steve McGarrett didn't need soothing and so the blonde kept his hands to himself.

"Steve…" Danny said instead.

Steve's eyes were full of sorrow and he looked like he was about to cry. No, he already was watering up.

"I keep thinking… I keep thinking that if I died here… God's I could have died here and I would have been alone and that made me realize I don't want to die alone, Danny, I don't want to die alone…"

Steve's hand lingered midair, unsure whether to touch Danny or not. That was all the permission the blonde needed. Steve's hands hovered in the air a little longer before they settled down on the blonde's back, pressing Danny closer to him.

"You are not going to die alone, Steve."

"I am sorry. I am so sorry, Danny. I have been such an ass lately."

Danny pulled away a little to look at him. He was oddly aware of his hands cupping Steve's face and the way his thumb rested on his cheekbone. At the same time the blonde couldn't have cared less.

"You're lucky it's not too late for apologies yet."

Steve pulled Danny into a hug again. Danny's thumb stroked his cheek absently, smearing his tears in the process. The blonde sniffed, realizing for the first time he was tearing too. Danny tightened the hug and Steve winced.

"Your shoulder, sorry", Danny said while letting go. "You sure that it's alright?"

Danny was already dabbling with the bandage again and Steve placed his hands over the blonde's.

"It'll be fine, promise."

Steve stared at his partner and Danny held his gaze, the blonde's thumb still caressing Steve's cheek, their hands intertwined. And then Danny kissed Steve, taking his hand from his partner's shoulder to place it on Steve's face again. To his surprise Steve kissed him back, cupping the blonde's face with both his hands. They poured everything that had gathered in the past months into the kiss: longing, desperation, pain and fear. They kissed, broke apart to breathe and then collided again, trying to say so many things at the same time. Danny smiled content and Steve smiled back, but his eyes were asking for more.

It took Danny only a moment to make that decision. He took Steve's hand and led him across the Headquarter towards his office, pushing him softly on the couch in there. Danny sitting on top of Steve they started kissing again. The blonde wound his hands through his partner's hair and Steve's hands wandered down and under Danny's shirt. He tried to lift it and the blonde felt him wince a little.

"Here, let me do it…" Danny whispered.

Steve wrapped his arms around Danny's waist, pulling him closer and kissed a delicious trail down the blonde's neck, along his collarbone, down his chest. Danny arched up moaning, Steve's mouth was on Danny's again and his hands slipped beneath the waistband of Danny's pants.

"What do you need?" the blonde whispered softly against Steve's lips.

"You."