For those who do not know who Mr. Wizard is, he was like the Bill Nye from the 50's to the 70's. I, personally, never seen the show, but I do like Bill Nye. Also, alas, I own neither one.
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Danny…
What's cranky, ornery, and a borderline giant: Steve McGarrett after being asked to stay off his feet by a doctor. Super SEAL managed to break his ankle in two places. But according to Wesley, who had been on his way out when Kono and Chin brought Steve in, they had been clean breaks. Meaning he wasn't going to need surgery. He was just forced to spend 6 to 8 weeks off his feet; just what I needed, a month of Steve McGarrett's company.
Of course, at the moment he was slumped in his recliner, foot resting on his coffee table. He was jacked up on painkillers (I had a feeling that wasn't his choice), and was pretty much out of it. Grace, whose movie had finished some time ago, was seated on the floor, in front of the television, watching a Wizards of Waverly Place marathon. Hey, it was either that or Hannah Montana (and I, for one, would rather watch some Harry Potter wannabes than a frigging tween-teen?-pop singer).
Actually, it probably wouldn't have mattered what she was watching, I was too busy entertaining myself watching Chin try to lug the old cot out of Steve's basement. Kono stood behind me, arms resting on the back of the couch, laughing every time Chin let out a mumbled curse word.
"Really?" I protested after the third 'shit.' "In front of my kid?"
"Well, the stupid thing is stuck," Chin snapped, growling at the cot. And it was. One of the wheels must have gotten wedged under a step, and it looked as if it was one good tug away from taking off the top step (not to mention seriously widening the door's archway).
"Besides, Danny, Grace isn't even paying attention," Kono commented pointing at Gracie. I followed her finger, watching my daughter for a second. She was right, Grace wasn't paying attention. She was too busy laughing at Alex…? Alyssa...? Angela...? (Whatever her name is) As she turned her parents into rodents (Yeah, that's teaching good parenting).
"If I just had some help," Chin grumbled giving the cot another, near violent pull.
"Did she just use a stick to turn those two into gerbils?" Steve asked one eye cracked open, looking at the television.
"She's a wizard, Uncle Steve. She does magic," Grace replied as Kono took pity on Chin and moved across the room to help him.
"Wizards and magic are fake," Steve pointed out letting his eye slip closed.
"Duh, it's a TV show," Grace retorted giving him an eye roll.
"Yeah, well Mr. Wizard was better."
"What's that?"
Steve just laughed once, before dropping off to sleep again. His snores filled the room not long after, and, yeah, I do think he should get that checked out.
Chin and Kono finally managed to get the cot into the living room and set up. They had Gracie move so they could put it near the TV.
"You ever break a bone again, you're sleeping on the floor," Chin said to Steve, whom we had thought was sleeping until he grumbled, "Shut up, Kelly."
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Kono and Chin ended up staying the whole weekend, mostly to make sure Steve and I did as the doctor asked (and that was mostly for Steve's benefit because I always do what I am asked), but come Monday they had to return to work. So, they ended up calling…
"My favorite mini Haole," a big, booming voice said after Grace opened the door.
"Hey, Kamekona," she said brightly. At least she greeted him this time, usually I'm reminding her who the big guy was. I guess spending a whole night in a hospital, waiting for word on me, helped her remember him.
"Don't you have school?" he asked following Grace into the living room.
"I'm just waiting for Auntie Kono to get her bag," Grace responded looking up at him.
"Good, stay in school…"
"Yeah, unless you want to sell shaved ice for a living," I cracked flashing Kamekona a smile.
"Careful, Jersey," he said half glaring at me. "Besides, I am known as an entrepreneur."
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, big guy," Steve responded from the recliner. I glanced over at him and both of us started laughing.
Before Kamekona could respond to our comments, Kono flew down the stairs with her phone glued to her ear. She caught Grace's attention, motioning for her to head out.
"Bye Daddy," she said moving across the room to hug me. I kissed her forehead, returning the hug. "Have a good day at school," I told her.
"I will." She pulled away from me when Kono called her name, running toward the door. "Love you Danno," she called over her shoulder.
"Love you more," I called back just as she closed the door behind her.
I leaned my head against the couch, suddenly tired. My arm was bothering me, my chest still felt a little tight, but I had already had two pain pills earlier that morning. I didn't need to suddenly develop an addiction or, heaven forbid, OD. So, sleeping sounded like the most logical choice. Maybe when I woke up my pain would be more manageable.
I was dozing, halfway between sleep and awareness, when I heard them talking. "How is he?" Kamekona asked slowly. I could only guess who they were talking about.
"He seems fine," Steve replied.
"But…"
"Nothing, it's just…" McGarrett sighed heavily. "He's acting like nothing happened. He hasn't mentioned Rachel or Mason or anything remotely close to the Marla Oliver case."
"Wasn't he like that after his ex died?"
"Yeah, and I thought he was opening up. You know, after we talked. Before he was shot…" Steve was quiet for a second. "I mean, it's not as bad as when Rachel first died. He's eating and avoiding coffee…" I had to avoid coffee; Wesley said it wasn't good for my chest. Plus, I was trying to kick the habit. I realized I was too crazy hyped up on caffeine. Or, that's what I kept telling myself. "…and actually sleeping. Of course, he just got out of the hospital, sleeping is pretty much all he can do." I could do more, if I didn't have a chest and shoulder full of stitches.
"You're worried about him?"
"Of course I'm worried about him. We all are worried about him. But, like I said, it's not as bad as when it first happened."
"Did he love her?"
"Yeah, it was written all over his face."
"Then what's the big deal? He misses his lady, and he'll talk about it when he's ready. Besides, I find it kinda mushy, all this talk. Why not talk about something else?" Steve brought up Kamekona's shaved ice stand and they let the subject of 'little ol' me' drop.
Of course, I still couldn't help feeling a little irked. It was me they were talking about. Me and Rachel. I know, again with the Rachel talk. I just wish they would let it go already…
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Steve…
I glanced over at Danny, who had been asleep for the better part of an hour. Kamekona had ducked out about five minutes ago. I wasn't sure, but I think one of his brothers screwed something up at his shaved ice stand. So, I took it upon myself to get up. I had crutches, I've maneuvered on them before, and I could make it to the kitchen. Besides, all I wanted was a glass of water. I couldn't be penalized for doing this simple task.
I was about halfway out of my chair when a voice said, "Sit your ass down, McGarrett." I turned my head to see Kono standing in the doorway, arms crossed, her eyebrows furrowed. She crossed the room, pushing me back in my chair. Danny had jerked awake at her voice, swearing under his breath.
"Come on, Kono. I'm thirsty," I said meeting her dark eyes.
"Then ask, Kamekona." She looked around. "Where the hell is Kamekona?"
"He's making a call," I responded pointed toward the kitchen. She moved away from me, heading toward the kitchen to no doubt yell at the big guy.
"Trying to move, huh? I thought Wesley said to stay off your feet," Danny said sitting up, wincing when he pulled on his stitches.
"He said I could do little things. Like go to the bathroom and get a drink of water!" I raised my voice so Kono could hear me. Of course, her screams pretty much drown my voice out. Yeah, Kamekona was getting a vocal thrashing.
"Now, the bathroom thing I can see, but water…" Danny raised his eyebrows, cocking his head to the side in a questioning look.
"I. Am. Thirsty," I said slowly. And I was. Was it too much to ask for a fricking glass of water?
"Here," Kono said returning a few seconds later, shoving a glass of water under my nose. It took a sip, quietly thanking her. "You," she pointed at Kamekona, who had followed her inside, "watch him. I told you that when I called."
"Yeah, I know, but…"
"No buts," she said fixing him with a sharp glare. Her face softened as she continued, "I would much rather avoid another hospital visit, cuz. Just for a while."
"I hear ya," Kamekona said nodding.
"Why are you back?" Danny and I said together, a flicker of irritation crossed his face. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my lips.
"Chin forgot his keys," Kono said snatching them off the coffee table. I had been wondering whose keys those were. Mystery solved, I guess.
"And she didn't trust me," Kamekona pointed out sullenly. "I have been taking good care of these two Haoles." Kono fixed him with a glare. "Except when I stepped out to answer my phone; and that was barely five minutes."
"Don't let it happen again," Kono snapped before storming out of the house, closing the door behind her with more force than necessary. I thought I heard Danny make a comment about 'PMS' but couldn't be sure. I doubted it was that, probably mostly worry. And a little guilt; both her and Chin were the reason I was stuck like this. If they hadn't been fighting like irrational children. It made Danny and my banter look mature. And we've had some of the stupidest, childish arguments on the planet. Though, if anyone asks they were very insightful disagreements.
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I met Danny's eyes, who had been picking at whatever Kamekona had made us. I looked down at the plate, gooey, grayish-brown stuff looking back at me. I then sought out Kamekona, who was sitting at the edge of my couch staring at the TV.
"What is this?" I asked slowly, scooping some up with my fork before letting it drip back onto the plate.
"An old, secret, family recipe," Kamekona responded watching the game's highlights with so much attention I had a feeling he had had some money riding on the game. Probably not a good idea, with him being on parole and all, but I wasn't going to say anything.
"What's the secret? Cat puke?" Danny put his fork down, pushing the plate away from him. He leaned into the couch, letting his eyes close. He was still pale, but at least he looked better than when he was first shot. Sickly, grayish-white wasn't a normal color for a human being. No matter how much someone insisted they were fine. (And no, I didn't know what that was like firsthand. Despite what Danny may or may not have said.)
"Don't diss on the recipe." Kamekona pushed himself to his feet, snatching our plates from us and carrying them into the kitchen. "You guys don't appreciate quality cooking," he called over his shoulder.
"Stick to shaved ice, big guy," I called back.
"Shaved ice," Kamekona responded wandering back into the living room. "That reminds me, I have perfected the rum flavored ice now. Of course, I only serve that after dark and I check IDs."
"We don't question you, Kamekona," I said quickly before Danny could open his mouth. "Right, Danno?"
"Stop calling me that," he grumbled lifting one eyelid. "And, yeah, Kamekona we never doubted you."
"You two are awful liars," Kamekona growled before storming back into the kitchen. Danny snorted and I couldn't help laughing.
We fell silent, both watching the television. Danny pushed himself up, grabbing the remote off the table, and flipped the channel. He went through six or seven before he stopped on Little House on the Prairie.
"Really?' I looked at him.
"It's either this or cartoons," he replied throwing the remote back on the table, leaning back into the couch. His eyes slipped closed again.
"Hey, Danny," I said tentatively.
"Yeah." His eyes didn't open.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, why?"
"No reason."
"You can be such a weirdo McGarrett," Danny muttered drifting off to sleep again. I watched him for a second, figuring I probably should have pried deeper, but knowing if I did he'd only get bitchy. Because, let's face it, he can be bitchy sometimes. Besides, we've got another couple weeks of each other company. I'm sure we'll have ample opportunity to talk. And, like Kamekona said, Danny would talk when he was ready. Whenever that was…
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I am working up to more angst, I promise. Oh, and the Little House on the Prairie shout out is solely because my Grandma was watching it when I wrote this chapter.
Gotta go...