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Just a little side note, this is set prior to ep 10 (which i forgot to say at the beginning)

Ok, enough from me, on with them...

"Seriously? You pick Batman over Superman?"

"Hell yes! Batman has the coolest costume."

"Only the new Batman has the coolest costume. The other's sucked."

"Ok. I'll give ya that. Would you rather be stuck in a closest with a wounded raccoon or a clown?"

"What the hell kind of question is that?"

"Something one our training officers asked often."

"I don't get the question."

"What is there to not get? Weigh the options and pick one."

"What's so scary about a wounded raccoon?"

"Those things will fight to the death when cornered. But I'd still pick that over a clown."

"Seriously. Big brave Navy SEAL is scared of clowns! Even my daughter isn't scared of clowns."

"Mock all you want, man. Clowns are scary. It's not right, all that make up and the fact you can't see their faces. How are you supposed to make a threat assessment when you can't even see their faces?"

Steve stopped walking as he realised he was alone. He looked back. Danny stood staring at him, an unreadable expression on his face. Steve frowned, then realised that maybe he'd said just a little too much.

Damn concussions.

Danny walked forward, shaking his finger at Steve.

"You're trying to tell me that the man who doesn't even hesitate when driving onto a MOVING ship, the man who willingly puts his life on the line at least four times a day, is scared of a little Ronald McDonald?"

"You don't have to put it quite that way." Steve decided that Danny should come with a warning. Do not use around concussions. Headaches may expand.

"Oh really tough guy? What way should I put it? Did your SEAL buddies know about this little phobia? Am I to expect the next ol' buddy to turn up in a clown outfit and take you out of commission?" At this point Danny was laughing so hard it was impossible for Steve to even feign madness.

"Fine." The former SEAL raised his hands, quickly lowering the right one as it pulled on his abused ribs. "I'm a little wary of clowns. You happy?"

"Oh man, you have no idea."

"Like you're not scared of anything?"

"No, no phobia's. I dislike certain things and I would rather avoid some things but no out and out phobia's."

"So aquaphobic's are denialist's too?"

Danny stopped walking again, he raised his arms and gave Steve his most perplexed look.

"You say I throw words together! How the hell did you come up with that sentence while sporting a lovely colour of concussion?"

Steve grinned as he turned to continue down the road. "Just special I guess."

"Oh yeah," Said Danny as he started following his partner. "You're special all right."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. So, you still think I should bring Gracie here to see the sights?" Danny glared at the lush greenery surrounding him, he mentally punched the trees and swore if he never saw another bush it would be too soon.

"Where's Gracie gone?"

"What's that?"

"Gracie. Where'd she go." Steve was looking round, searching for the little girl. Danny's heart sank, he prayed this was some stupid practical joke of the Lt Commander's. If it was he was going to beat the tar outta him.

"Gracie's at home, Steve. We're the only ones here." Danny spoke carefully as he latched onto his partner's arm as Steve swayed slightly. He was still looking around. Still searching for Grace. That fact alone warmed Danny's heart even more to the man.

"She's not here?" Steve stared at his Detective intently. He was sure they were here showing Gracie the views of this amazing landscape. She must have run off. But if she did, why wasn't Danny worried? "She's not here?" He asked again, slower this time. His gravely voice breaking as he asked a question he already knew the answer to.

Danny shook his head and pursed his lips. "Come on over here. We need to rest for a while."

Steve allowed the other man to guide him to the edge of the road. They both sat, mindful of their respective injuries. Danny flexed his fingers, convincing himself once again that the bone in his wrist wasn't broken. The voice in his head telling him perhaps it was. The dull headache he'd had since waking had turned up a notch. Thanks to them not having any water it had really taken hold. He glanced at Steve beside him. His eye's were closed, his breathing heavy but shallow. One arm was wrapped protectively around his ribs, the other rested against his thigh. His still bleeding thigh.

"Why didn't you tell me this was bleeding again?" Danny leaned over and pressed down hard against the gash.

Steve hissed as the pain shot through his body. "I didn't know." He ground out. Danny pressed harder, he gently lifted Steve's thigh slightly and positioned his hand underneath, pressing from both sides in hope of stopping the bleeding. His wrist protested but he ignored the pain. Steve's thigh was bleeding worse than before, which probably meant the climb up the hill an hour ago had further exacerbated the injury. The torn off shirt had soaked through.

"Take off your shirt."

"I like this shirt."

Danny held back the retort, he was dealing with a concussed man who was no doubt starting to suffer from a touch of blood loss. He had to be calm, patient and tolerant.

"I need to use something to bandage your leg and as I already tore off part of your shirt, giving me the rest won't make much of a difference."

"You tore my shirt? Who said you could tear my shirt?"

Calm, patient and tolerant.

"Give me the damn shirt!" Danny pulled a pouting Steve from what was left of the piece of clothing. Steve held his breath, expecting the ministrations to cause more pain. He risked glancing at his leg and was surprised to find Danny had already tied the shirt around his thigh. His hand's carefully lifting and positioning, gently applying pressure as the bleeding finally slowed to a gentle ooze. He released the breath he'd held. Danny looked up, his eye's full of compassion and concern.

"Does that feel better?"

Steve nodded, not trusting his voice. His eyes full of unshed tears, he looked away. His partner allowing him some privacy, Danny went to try the cell again. Steve took a deep breath and tried to reign in his emotions. Why was it he found it so hard to let people care for him? Had his Dad really done that much of a number on him? Yeah he had always been away a lot, he worked a lot. But then so did Steve's mother. Both parents worked hard to provide for their kids which meant a lot of the responsibility of looking after Mary fell to Steve. He had to take care of her after school while they waited for a parent to come home to take over. It was just what had to be done. He never questioned it. Not ever. So what if his Dad couldn't show an emotion to his children but could express his deepest thoughts to his colleagues at HPD. That was just the way it was for brothers in arms. Steve understood that from the moment he enlisted. He'd carried the burden of the last phone call with his Dad alone. He'd carried the weight of the funeral alone. He carried the guilt. Alone. He'd always taken care of himself. Always. And now he needed someone else's help. He had no choice. So many things had happened since he came back. So many things he'd had to endure. None of them he'd done alone. Danny had been with him, by his side through all. Even when he'd tried to keep him out, he'd found a way in. Danny. His partner. His friend.

"How you feeling?" Asked Danny, he stood above Steve, observing the seated man. He was no longer swaying and seemed more awake than he had ten minutes prior. Danny knelt and checked on his makeshift bandage. "It's stopped bleeding. For now." He looked up at Steve, who was yet to say a word. "You ok?"

Steve looked up and focused on Danny with such intensity the Detective almost lost his balance.

"Thanks."

"For what?" Asked Danny.

"For helping. For everything. Just, thanks." Steve daren't blink for fear that the tears would fall.

Danny nodded and smiled sadly. He knew how hard that was for his partner to do. He also knew Steve wasn't talking about the bandage. As much as the other man would deny it, Danny could read him like a book. He was well versed in McGarrett, and being a detective, nothing much got passed him. He rested his uninjured hand against the Lt Commander's shoulder, he gave a gentle squeeze, keeping eye contact the whole time.

"You're welcome."

"Any signal?" Asked Steve, subtly changing the subject.

"None. Guess we're walking again. You ready or you need another minute?"

"I'm good." Answered Steve as he allowed Danny to help him find his feet.

"Yeah, sure you are." Danny said softly as he fell into step beside his partner.

They walked in silence for what felt like an eternity, but trusting his cell to not lie to him, Danny knew it had only been forty five minutes since they last stopped. He didn't remember the road being this long. They had to be closer now to the turn off that ran past the busy main road.

"Surely we're closer to civilisation by now?" He complained.

"Can't be too far off." Said Steve. "And don't call me Shirley."

"Oh very funny. Didn't know you were an Airplane fan."

"Come on, who isn't, Danno?"

"I'm not arresting anyone so don't call me that."

Steve had stopped walking, he glanced up at Danny.

"Danno?"

Danny frowned, Steve just stared at him. Suddenly he turned and emptied the contents of his stomach , hunched over, the Five-0 Commander continued to dry heave until he was pretty sure he would either pass out or lose an internal organ. Danny helped steady him. At first he'd rested a comforting hand on the heaving man's back, but as the episode took its toll, he'd had to use both his hand's just to keep the taller man upright. Just as Steve felt something inside shift ,finally the heaving subsided. Steve stood slowly, nodding his thanks to Danny.

Then passed out at the feet of his friend.

Dum dum duuuuuum! Evil of me to leave it there? MUHAHAHAHAAAA