One Thing

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A/N: Hell there my wonderful readers. Originally this chapter was 19 pages long, and I figured that was just too long. So I cut it in half. Sort of. This update will be 8 pages, the next one will be 11. And yes, we're going to have a lot of funny and cute moments all throughout these next 3-4 chapters. Here's hoping you guys enjoy them as much as I've been enjoying writing them. Don't forget to leave a review so I know!

Chapter 17

Originally, he had Rowan and Wo Fat sitting together. And for a while he just watched the two of them argue with one another because it was hilarious.

No one had bothered to cuff Ro since she got on the plane, which was fair, there was no point in trying to keep them on her. She was just going to get out of them again anyway. Plus they were on a plane, she wasn't about to jump off it while they were in the air.

But it was when she reached over and plucked the handcuffs of Wo Fat's hands that Steve really got interested in what the hell was happening.

"What… how did she…"

But he was ignored but Wo Fat had turned a glare onto her. "What did I tell you?" he snapped. "I told you to stop."

"What you want to be all tied up?"

"We're in the air, Ro!" he snapped. "All we need is one little incident like the last one and you've downed yet another plane."

Wait, she had downed a plane?

"I barely used anything. That's not gonna fuck with the controls."

"Well, I'd like to not chance it, god damn it."

Steve reached over and handcuffed him again before turning his attention onto Rowan. "How did you do that?"

"I'm double jointed," she answered absently and Wo Fat let out a sigh that could be described as nothing short of a frustrated groan.

"You being double jointed got him out of his cuffs?" Steve asked her, waiting to see if she'd catch how ridiculous that lie was.

Ro just curled herself into Wo Fat, leaning against him and dropping her head onto his shoulder. She did the jazz hands again and said: "Magic."

Steve just shook his head at her and then turned to Wo Fat.

"Seriously? What is going on?"

Wo Fat took that in, glanced down to the girl curled up against him and then violently shrugged her off with a snarl of: "Get off of me."

Rowan jolted up and turned to him. "Why are you being so mean?"

"Because I didn't want you here, Ro!" he snapped. "I wanted you to go away. And now, now I have to rework a plan that didn't have you in it, to accommodate your stupid decision."

A pout touched Rowan's lips. "You really wanted me to leave?"

"YES!" he shouted and then turned back to McGarrett. "Get her away from me."

But Steve didn't have to do anything. Rowan got up and just walked away. She moved across the plane and down one row without another word.

The second she left Wo Fat visibly deflated and Steve had to guess that he had done that on purpose, to get Rowan away from Steve. So he'd stop asking question about her. Like that was going to stop him.

He was protecting her still.

Right well, if he wanted Steve to leave her alone, he better give him some answers.

"I know we were both in Osaka looking for the same thing. Is that who was in the bathtub?"

He asked his question and then shot a glance over his shoulder to where Rowan was curling up in her own seat, trying to recreate the position she had with Wo Fat with the window of the plane and his suit jacket all balled up.

He didn't have to say it but Wo Fat caught the glance and understood what that meant.

Answer my questions or I take out my anger on her.

"Unfortunately, Shelburne continues to elude us both."

Steve nodded. "Is that right? What about Anna Douglas?"

"She's dead, isn't she?"

"You know she is. Question is, why would you have a CIA agent killed? What was she to you?"

"Let's just say Agent Douglas is the reason you're here."

What the hell did that mean? Steve had no idea and Wo Fat wasn't going to illuminate either. So the two just sat there glaring at one another.

"Where exactly are we going?" Rowan asked, interrupting the silent glare between them.

"Hawaii," Steve answered and Rowan groaned.

"Je veux aller a la maison."

She wailed that last word like she had in north Korea and he knew immediately what she had said. Steve learned his first French word.

Maison meant home.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

The plane ride was relatively quiet once Wo Fat stopped answering Steve's questions. He figured he'd get him in an interrogation room, get something out of him and then send him to prison.

Rowan, on the other hand, was wanted by Interpol in regards to the Louvre Heist she had master minded last year. They wanted her and were expecting Steve to hand her over but Steve wasn't sure he wanted to do that.

He was still pretty sure that Rowan was too dumb to actually pull off a heist. And besides, they had been trying to prove it was her since they found her with the Mona Lisa in her apartment. They still couldn't figure out how she did it.

She said she bought the painting at a tourist kiosk by the Louvre, and yeah, Rowan sounded that kind of unlucky.

Luckily, Rowan didn't know about that yet. She had fallen asleep on the plane, using Wo Fat's jacket as a pillow. In an attempt to make Wo Fat talk he had spoken to him, told him that Interpol wanted his Ro and if he wanted Steve to step in and keep her on Hawaii with him, granted in a Female Prison, he'd have to talk.

Though he narrowed his eyes at Steve he didn't answer so Steve had given up.

But now Rowan was awake, clearly sensing that they were close to the destination. Steve immediately wondered if Wo Fa would tell her what Steve did. That he threatened her to make Wo Fat talk, because, even if it was fair, considering everything he had done to Steve, he didn't want her thinking that he'd use her like that.

"Did you wrinkle my suit jacket?" he asked her and she shot him a scowl.

"Je te deteste."

Great so she was back to speaking in French.

Wo Fat rolled his eyes. "Oh really?"

Right, and Wo Fat knew what that meant.

"Vraiment!"

Steve shook his head, noting that Rowan was pale and then got up out of his seat. "You want a ginger ale?" he asked as he moved past her.

Rowan immediately smiled. "Oui, s'il vous plait."

Steve got her the can of ginger ale and himself a bottle of water. He then handed it to her while she just smiled up at him.

It was so reminiscent of those times he'd wake her up in his bed and he could pull her up and hug her that his heart fractured a bit in his chest. God how he had missed her. And how he wanted to scoop her up and press her to his heart, as if having her there would heal the seeping, gapping wound she had left behind.

But all of that was nonsense so instead he asked: "Why are you still speaking French? I know you can speak English."

"Je sais, je suis ennuyeux."

"What?"

"She's calling herself annoying," Wo Fat said from across the aisle.

"You speak French?" Steve asked turning back to him. Wo Fat smiled, happily, like he was excited to get the attention back on him.

My god he was so over protective of her.

"I know the things she says a lot," he said as Steve took his seat across from Wo Fat again.

"What does jay teh deteseh mean? Cause you seemed to know that."

See Steve wanted to know that because she had said it to him too. Wo Fat turned a dark glare to him and he said: "I hate you."

Steve's eyes narrowed he clearly didn't like that she had said that she hated him.

"How does she know French? Is it because she's from Canada? Or did she learn it when you had her living in Paris?"

Wo frowned at him. He clearly didn't like that Steve had figured out who she was, and her past. There was clearly more for him to find, like where she came from and what not. But it was clear he knew more than Wo Fat wanted him to know and he didn't like that at all.

"Let's flip the table huh?" Wo Fat asked. What the hell did that I mean? "Did you fuck her?"

"What?!" came out of him because why the hell had he asked that question? That was the second time he had asked that question too. Why was he so interested in Ro's sex life? Actually, scratch that he knew why, the two of them were so in love it was disgusting.

"Well, you're obsessed with her, the kind of obsessed that only guys who've fucked her get, so did you fuck her?"

"I am not obsessed!"

"Says the man who was petting her hair was about to make out with her on the tarmac."

Steve didn't have a comeback for that, because he was right. Steve was very much obsessed and that was not a good thing at all. Luckily he didn't have to give Wo Fat an answer, their silent stare off was interrupted by a mechanical whirring.

The sound of the landing gear descending.

Now that wasn't right because they weren't anywhere near where they were supposed to land.

"Shh…"

"Don't shush me," Wo Fat snapped but then he paused because he could hear that too.

Even Rowan heard it.

"What is that?"

Steve noticed right away that worry was creasing Wo Fat's face and it was directed at her. This clearly wasn't part of the plan, and he was clearly worried about Ro.

Steve got up and approached the co-pilot who had been in the process of throwing something out. "Hey, why are we landing? We're still 50 miles out of Honolulu."

"Please take your seat."

Yeah, no, Steve wasn't going to take his seat. Something was wrong.

"No, what the hell's going on? Why are we landing this plane?"

"Commander McGarrett, sit down."

The one man who had come with Steve, the man who was usually the team lead of the team Steve had commandeered in Osaka stood up and came to back him up.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

Steve started by saying Yeah, it's fine, or he tried to. He got cut off by the co-pilot pulling a tazer out. Steve managed to side step it, but barely. It hit the man behind him, who had also pulled his gun. So when he got hit with the tazer he jerked and pulled the trigger.

Steve was lucky that bullet didn't hit him, but it did worse. It hit the pilot.

Well Fuck!

As soon as the shot rang out, Wo Fat shouted: "Get down!" Which was clearly directed at Rowan, cause he didn't give a shit about Steve.

The plane immediately started to nose dive, Steve climbed into the seat trying to level the plane and it was working.

Then he heard the commotion behind him. Some sort of fight was going on which couldn't be good at all. But then he heard: "Ro don't!"

God what was she doing now?

"Ro! I'm serious, you'll do it again!"

But she must have done whatever it was, because he shouted No at her, and there was this static hum that went through him, jolting him, jst everything on the plane died. That control he had just managed to get back. Gone.

The plane's nose was dipping again. They were going down.

"Goddamn it Ro!" he heard Wo shout. But how could it be her fault?

"I sent it that way, it shouldn't have taken out the electronics!"

What the actual fuck was she talking about? The electronics 100 percent were out, but what could she have done to cause that? Did she have a personal EMP on her? They had frisked her, where had she hidden it?

"Well you clearly did!" Wo Fat snapped at her. "No, don't, stay there and brace Ro!"

And it was a good thing he told her to do that, because that was exactly when the plane hit the trees.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Steve woke up and the plane was on the ground. His head was killing him as he had clearly hit it in the crash. He could hear two different kinds of crackling. The first being electrical and the other being fire.

This did not bode well at all.

He got up and out of the pilot's seat he had been in and staggered out towards the door and the main cabin was.

The door to the plane was open and the main cabin was filled with bodies.

Everyone who had been with him was dead.

But there wasn't a single sign of Rowan or Wo Fat, so that was why the door was open. Wo Fat had gotten out.

He found his gun where it had fallen under the seats and then left the plane. Gun drawn ready to shoot Wo Fat if he saw him.

The plane was in pieces, some of those pieces were on fire, and though he could tell they had crash landed somewhere in Hawaii, he did not know where. And he still couldn't see Wo Fat.

Or Rowan.

God he hoped Rowan wasn't hurt.

And then a rock was thrown at him.

The rock hit his hands, the gun went flying and Steve turned in time to see Wo Fat coming at him.

He was out of his handcuffs again which meant that he either stole the keys or he got Rowan to let him out. But he still couldn't see Rowan.

God how he longed to ask where she was, to ask if she was okay.

But he couldn't because Wo Fat was fighting him. So it wasn't like they were in a place to have a conversation.

Wo Fat kept trying to kick him. It had to be his go to move. He managed to duck two high spinning kicks but he caught one kick to the chest that slammed him back.

After that Wo Fat kind of backed away, arms spread as if inviting him come at him. Yeah, not gonna happen. Steve moved carefully towards him, hands up, ready for a fight.

And Wo Fat kicked him again.

This time low, as if he were trying to kick Steve's feet out from under him. Steve raised his leg to block it, and immediately had to block another higher one. When he blocked that one Wo Fat kicked even higher.

God damn it, why was the man kicking him? Was it his only move? What was he a donkey?

Well, Steve was a puncher, and Wo Fat was about to find that out.

Wo Fat took two punches that knocked him back before he hit Steve with one. Right away all the distance he had gained was lost. Wo Fat had knocked him back. And then kicked him into a tree.

He went to kick him again, to slam him father into the tree, to wind him. But Steve caught the leg.

Ha, whatcha gonna do now?

He was going to spin kick him again with the other leg, that's what he was going to do and did.

Jesus Christ.

The only good thing was that Steve hadn't dropped his hold on Wo Fat's other foot, so Wo Fat hit the ground, Steve was slightly stunned, but he couldn't get back up and away from him in time.

Wo Fat tried to scramble away, but Steve got on his back. He was trying to slam him down to the ground, if Steve could get on top of him, he'd win.

But Wo Fat just kept elbowing him, over and over, until he got back up. But Steve hadn't let go of his other arm or his shoulder. So Wo Fat just kept elbowing him, forcing him back until he slammed Steve right back into that tree.

With Steve winded again, he managed to flip him, slamming him down to the ground. Then Steve was properly winded, stars in front of his eyes and everything.

Steve managed to get to his hands in knees, wondering why Wo Fat hadn't attacked him again. He found out when he got to his hands and knees that Wo Fat was just waiting to kick him in the face.

Which he did. Sending Steve sprawling back again.

Steve tried to get back up, but Wo Fat simply hit him again sending him back to the ground. By the time he was coming at Steve again he had a stick.

He swung but missed and Steve kicked the feet out from under him. He tried to get on top of him but Wo Fat punched him off.

But Steve didn't let go, he managed to flip Wo Fat, managed to mauver him so that his arm and most of his chest was between Steve's legs.

He just had to choke Wo Fat out and he'd win. He could figure out a way to get out of this jungle and still have Wo Fat arrested.

Could figure out where the hell Wo Fat had stashed Rowan.

But it never got to that.

"Laisse le partir!"

Both Steve and Wo Fat turned. Above them Rowan stood, Wo Fat's jacket gone, blood dripping from somewhere and onto her shoulders and down her red dress. She was deathly pale which meant all the bruises and cuts from the crash were ever so apparent. The weirdest thing was, for some reason, she was barefoot.

But it was the shaking gun in her hand that was the problem.

That and Wo Fat hissing: "Oh shit."

"Laisse le partir!" she practically shrieked, taking half a step forward.

"She's saying let go," Wo Fat said and Steve did. "No sudden movements, she shoots things that move."

Steve had no idea why Wo Fat was giving him advice, probably because they were close together and he didn't trust Rowan not to shoot him by accident, but he was grateful for it.

"Ro, Ro, look at me," Wo said and the gun in her hand moved to him immediately, like it was following wherever her eyes were going. "It's okay, he let me go. Give me the gun!"

"Il allait te blesser."

"You're not speaking English, Ro," he said and her eyes narrowed. "Give me the gun."

She turned again, her eyes going to Steve, and the gun followed. "Je ne veux pas qui'il te fasse du mal."

She was going to pull the trigger, she was going to shoot him. But Wo Fat got the gun from her. He hit her wrist, knocking it to the side just as she pulled the trigger so the shot missed him, and then he grabbed her and pulled her down to him.

Rowan collapsed to him, going to hug him as she shuddered. He held her tightly to him, his hands running up and down her spine.

"J'ai mal à la tête," she whispered to him.

"I know, I know it hurts."

"Es-tu vraiment en colère contre moi?"

"No I'm not mad at you," he whispered.

You know… for someone who really only knew what Rowan said on repeat, Wo Fat knew a lot of French.

Steve got up, moving towards them, Wo Fat didn't even turn to him. He simply offered up the gun he had taken from Rowan, which ended up being Steve's pistol. The one he had lost in the fight.

"I should probably check to see if the radio will work…"

"It won't. All electronics are going to be dead," he said. HE glanced up at him, took in Steve's glare and with a sigh added: "I won't run if that's what you're worried about."

It was what he was worried about. But Wo Fat's focus was back on Rowan and it was clear that he wouldn't be able to run with her in the state she was in.

So Steve left him there to try and make contact with anyone outside of this stupid fucking jungle.