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For those that don't know me, i never post a story i've not finished. I just tease out the chapters to torture you all! So fear not, there is an end, but hey, i'm not finished with our boys for a long while yet!

On with the torture, i ...er...mean...story...

The mind is an amazing place. For some, they have the ability to see equations, to instantly know the answer to the most amazing of mathematical questions. For others they have access to emotions only few dare to feel. Abilities to have sympathy and empathy with any given person. A few lucky ones have access to parts of the brain that science still claim don't exist. They can read minds, see the future or move objects. Then there are those people who know they possess none of these attributes yet still insist on staring at the small, insignificant piece of plastic that refuses to show any bars. At this point in time he'd take one. One small bar, one insignificant teeny tiny little black line.

If McGarrett wasn't in the area the bars would appear across the screen in dancing unison singing a victory song.

Danny held the phone high in a desperate attempt to catch the smallest of satellite waves.

Nothing.

They were going to have to walk. Steve had been awake when he'd left him ten minutes ago but there was no way Danny was leaving him for longer. They were going to have to walk back the way they'd driven in the hopes of getting close enough to civilisation to catch a break and get a message through to Chin and Kono.

Carefully Danny made his way back to the wreckage of the car. They hadn't fallen as far as he'd first feared. Crawling up the hill he'd nearly cried in joy when he'd found the road sitting in all it's glory at the top. Beyond, there was an even higher hill with what looked like a plateau on top. That was where Danny first thought the road was situated. He'd keep that little error to himself.

Steve was where he'd left him. Danny was actually a little surprised the former SEAL hadn't tried to get out of the car and walk home by himself. As he rounded the vehicle his heart sank. Steve was out again. Even if he had managed to get a signal they would have had to walk just to keep the taller man awake.

"Steve." Danny gently shook his partner's shoulder. He was rewarded with a groan as Steve tried to roll away from him, only to stop suddenly as the memory of their predicament , and the pain, returned full force. He blinked blearily up at Danny.

"How long was I out?"

"I'm not sure, I've been gone ten minutes so you've probably been out, oh, I don't know, ten minutes."

"You're not supposed to be sarcastic with concussion victims."

"Oh yeah, I'll remember that. I can't get a signal so we're gonna have to walk."

"Ok, I'll wait here, keep an eye on the car. Make sure no one steals it."

"We're gonna have to walk"

Steve studied his partner. Danny looked tired, there were slight pained lines around his eyes and his expression held no compromise. If Danny was willing to walk back then Steve had no choice but to prove he could too. He nodded in agreement and began the arduous task of exiting the vehicle. Using his left arm (and mindful of his possibly broken right wrist) Danny helped Steve to slowly pull himself free of the car seat. By the time he was standing the whole world was spinning, his breath's came in ragged gasps and sweat had broken out all over his body. Danny guided him to the front of the car, leaning him against the cool metal as he adjusted to the change in position.

"You ok?"

"Yeah. Just gimme a minute."

Danny kept a steadying hand on Steve's shoulder, felt the trembling beneath the thin material of his shirt.

Climb back up the hill. Walk back up the road. No problem. Piece of cake. Steve took a deep breath and slowly pushed himself off the car. He faltered slightly but quickly gained his balance and started the walk to the foot of the hill. Danny fell in step beside him.

"You going to be ok to get up that hill?"

Steve wiped some of the sweat off his brow and frowned at the blood on his hand. He went to touch his brow again only to have Danny stop him.

"Leave it alone, you'll only make it bleed again."

"Is my whole face covered in blood?"

"No. Not your whole face." Reassured an amused Danny as he began the climb up to the road. Both men crawled on their hands and knees up the steep incline. Danny favouring his right hand as the pain in his wrist reminded him of the non-break. Steve, panting next to him from the exertion, focused on putting one hand in front of the other, his vision danced only to clear from the pain each time he used his right leg to manoeuvre forward. The gash in his thigh had begun bleeding again, the pain throbbing to match that of his heartbeat. One hand forward, then a leg, the other hand, the other leg. Forward, all the time moving forward. He felt a strong hand under his armpit, giving him the strength to make the final push to the top, another hand helped to lower him the few inches to the ground, gently rolling him onto his back. His head rested against something soft and warm. He gave up, gave in and let the darkness claim her victim.

Danny breathed heavily as he sat at the top on the road. The sturdy, solid road beneath his body.

"Well, that wasn't too hard." He said to the unconscious man resting against his leg. Danny allowed his hand to fall onto the top of Steve's head. He lifted his face to the sky, the sun casting shadows through the trees was low in the sky. It was getting late. He had to get them to help. No way was he spending the night out here with a concussed McGyver and no food or water. Uh uh. NO. WAY.

"Steve? Hey, come on man. We've gotta get going."

Steve moaned as he was pulled toward consciousness. He tried to move his head, only to find a heavy weight keeping him in place.

"Danno?"

"Who else? Come on, open your eyes for me." Danny was rewarded with a pathetic attempt by Steve to open his eyes. He waited, giving him some time. Finally, dull blue eyes gazed up at him, both rimmed with pain and exhaustion. The left one reacted as Danny moved his head out of the shade to allow some light to hit Steve's face. The right one reacted slightly slower. But at least it reacted. He'd take that small action as a victory right now.

"Am I in your lap?" Steve broke him from his thoughts, he smiled down and patted the Lt Commander on the head before removing his hand and nodding.

"You ready to get going?"

"If it gets me off of your lap, yes."

Danny helped his partner stand , Steve swayed slightly as he started the arduous task of putting one foot in front of the other. Together they started the long trek back down the road. Danny checking his phone every five minutes. Steve keeping his head focused on the road ahead. Focused on staying up right and moving. He wasn't going to be a burden to Danny. It should be him getting them out of this mess, not the other way round. He was trained in survivalism, he was the one who was supposed to save people, not have someone save him. One foot in front of the other. That was all it was going to take. He stumbled as the world tilted, a strong arm steadied him and he continued forward. One foot in front of the other. He was learning a lot from Danny. But learning to have someone take care of him was going to be the hardest lesson of all.

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