Wānana Pū – Recollect

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A/N: The story is set somewhere in season 7. Thank you for the kind reviews, the favs and follows. You guys are awesome.

I really enjoyed writing this story, so I hope you'll enjoy it as well while reading it! Love to hear what you think of it! Suggestions are always welcome; you guys read it after all :) Mahalo for your support.

Chapter Two

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For a moment he didn't know where he was, but it all came back pretty quickly. The loud bang, the blast that had blown him off his feet and dust that seemed to be everywhere. It all came out of nowhere. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Which was a good sign, because it meant he was still alive. He rolled onto his back as he heard everything creak around him. Small pieces of concrete fell off him as he turned onto his back. As Steve tried to sit up a high and deafening sound was ringing through his ears. He covered his ears in pain and closed his eyes.

He waited till the ringing stopped. Dust was everywhere, so he coughed a few times, to clear his throat. He quickly searched for his phone. Thank god it was still intact. He switched the flashlight, on his phone, on and scanned his surroundings. He was in a long small space. No staircase around him though. Steve remembered that he kicked in the door from the staircase. He must have been blown into the hallway towards the lobby, but all he could see was a door, nothing else.

There wasn't much concrete or other stuff pinning him down. There was enough around him though. He had definitely been lucky. Steve looked at the time on his phone. He blacked out for a moment, but it wasn't longer than five minutes. He looked at the door opening to the staircase. Oh god. Where the hell was his partner? The minute he realized Danny wasn't in his sight, his phone rang.

"Danny!" Steve quickly answered his phone without looking who called him.

"Steve, it's Duke, do you know where Danny is? His Camaro is parked on the scene of an exploded building."

"We-we're inside the collapsed building, Duke." Steve looked around trying to find a way back to the stairwell to find Danny.

"You're inside? You guys okay? You trapped?" Duke sounded concerned.

"I'm fine, I don't see Danny though." Steve gently got himself back on his feet. His back hurt like hell, so he let out a small grunt. His ears started to ring again, but he didn't care, he had to find his friend. "DANNY!" Steve yelled, with the hope to hear Danny's voice.

"Steve, what's your location?" Duke asked.

"West staircase, ground floor. Can you guys get into the building or is it complete caved in?" Steve could hear other people, probably trying to move the concrete that blocked the door.

"Firefighters are canvasing the ground floor, they'll be with you soon." Duke informed Steve on the situation outside and now inside as well.

"Good. I have to find Danny, he was right behind me."

"All right, EMT's are on standby." Duke notified, since Steve hadn't found Danny yet, he assumed the worst.

"Thanks Duke." Steve disconnected the call, turned around and headed towards the staircase.

"DANNY?" Steve shouted in fear. His partners name echoed through the collapsed space. It worried him that Danny hadn't responded to anything yet.

"DANNY?" Steve yelled again and again. His heart continued to pound in his chest. He had to find his friend. After all they had been through the past years this could not be how it ended.

Steve found his way back to the staircase. He actually hadn't been blown that far from it. The door had been blown out and blocked the entrance a bit. Steve climbed his way in. He stepped on something and it wasn't a piece of concrete. He shed the light towards the ground. He tensed.

He stepped on a hand. He could definitely make out a body on the floor. His stomach turned around as he slowly shed his light on the arm and followed the arm to the body. His hand was shaking, but some part of him needed to know for sure. Steve let out a big and relieved breath as he recognized Frank. He kneeled beside him and quickly placed his index and middle finger on the side of his neck to feel if he had a pulse. There was none. Steve scratched his eyebrow, he was somehow relieved that it wasn't Danny, but still, there was a death man in front of him. One who did not had deserved to die.

Steve looked around, if Frank was lying here, Danny had to be close. He had been standing next to Frank as the bomb went off. Steve shed his light towards the stairs when he found another lifeless body. "Danny?" Steve asked with weakness in his voice. He felt his heart drop as he said his friend's name. He looked with big anxious eyes towards his motionless friend.

Danny was lying face down at the bottom of the stairs. Most of his body was on top of some steps, while his head and upper chest were flat on the floor. His right arm covered his face. Pieces of concrete were on his legs. Steve rushed towards his friend. His Navy SEAL training kicked in, but over the years he had become more involved when it was someone he cared about. "Danny!" Steve started to lift pieces of concrete off Danny's legs. Steve had to cough a few times from the dust.

"Danny! C'mon, buddy, wake up!" Steve carefully placed his shaking fingers on Danny's neck, trying to find a pulse. His own heartbeat went really fast as he did. Steve sighed relieved as he found one. He moved Danny's right arm, so he could see his friends face. A small pool of blood came from underneath the left side of his face. Steve couldn't see a wound or anything, but the fact that there was a pool of blood alarmed him.

"Shit. Danny. Hey! Can you hear me?" Steve panicked at the sight of his best friend lying unconscious in front of him. He started to shake Danny gently by his shoulder.

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Danny was standing at the top of the stairs. The blast had blown him off his feet and the force of the explosion had him flying through the air. Before he could even process what had happened the impact from the explosion sent him crashing down the stairs and the light went out the minute his head hit the ground.

Where was he? He couldn't figure it out. He didn't know what happened. He could feel his heart pound in his head. His head hurt like it had never done before. It was beyond a massive headache. He couldn't remember the last time he had such a headache. Danny tried to open his eyes, but they felt extremely heavy. His other instincts kicked in to figure out where he was. He could feel the cold concrete floor beneath him. He didn't know how long he had been lying on the floor, but the way his body hurt, it must have been a while. Danny tried to move his arms and legs, but it felt like his whole body had been beaten. Every movement caused some muscle or bone to ache.

He couldn't hear clearly, all he could hear was this ringing sound, and all he could feel was an unbearable throbbing pain in his head. His heart was pumping in his chest. He didn't even try to open his eyes because it seemed impossible for the moment. The sound around him came slowly back. He could hear someone call his name. It sounded really familiar, but his head and body didn't allow him to answer in any way.

Burning pain was flaring through his chest. The pain sharpened as something or someone moved his arm. The same voice popped up again. It took him a minute to realize it was his partner. Steve was saying something. What was Steve doing here? Where was he? Danny focused on the voice.

"Can you hear me?" He could hear some fear in Steve's voice. All Danny wanted was to answer, but it seemed the hardest thing to do. His throat was dry. He tried to cough; maybe then he could speak up. The taste of dust in his mouth brought back some memories. The explosion. Frank. The stairwell. When one big hand started to shake him, his stomach turned around by the movement. He had to say something or it would never stop.

"Steve?" Danny's voice sounded weak. He realized he was lying face down on the floor, so he tried to turn on his side. He grunted as the pain in his chest sharpened. His ribs were probably broken by the fall on the stairs.

"Danny! You okay, buddy? You hurt?" Steve quickly responded out of relief.

"My head, it feels like I ran into a rigged building following a really dumb guy trying to help people." Danny started to laugh as he said it; it was more a nervous laugh though. He regretted it instantly.

"What are you laughing at?" Steve grinned, as he was happy his friend was better off than he first thought.

"You don't see the irony? Because I do. We went into this shit hole trying to get people out and now we're the ones who need help to get out." Danny grimaced as he shifted.

"Yeah it's hysterical." Steve said sarcastic, as he looked Danny in the eye. "You think you can sit up?" Steve knew Danny had to be hurt, or at least bleeding somewhere. He didn't want to worry Danny before he had seen it for himself.

"Do I have to?" Danny grunted as he placed his right hand on his head to deal with the pain.

"I don't think it's very comfortable to lay down this way. Here let me help you. On three okay?" Steve placed his hand underneath Danny's shoulder.

"One… two… three." Steve slowly pulled Danny off the stairs. Danny grunted loudly in pain. He started to cough and placed his left hand on his ribs.

"Argh! Stop-Stop!" Danny protested in pain and Steve stopped immediately. Danny was already off the stairs, so after a couple of deep breaths and with bunch of moans and grunts, he managed to get himself to sit against the wall. The minute he sat down he rested his head against the wall behind him. Sharp pain lanced through his head as dark spots flashed in front of his eyes. The world was spinning, so he closed his eyes. He swallowed several times to get rid of the nauseous feeling. His head felt damn heavy and it wouldn't stop pounding.

Steve was glad Danny had closed his eyes, this way he could examine Danny without him seeing it. He started at his chest. Danny had clenched his arm around his ribs. Without no doubt they were bruised, probably even broken. The way he had been laying on those steps hadn't been in his advantage. Steve shed the light on Danny's face. He swallowed a big lump in his throat as he looked at his friend. The left side of Danny's face was covered in blood. There was a nasty cut on his forehead. Steve couldn't see it clearly without touching; there was too much blood to see the actual wound. The blood was dripping onto the collar of his shirt.

"Hey, don't panic, but you're bleeding. You cracked your head open, man." Steve could see all the color drain from Danny's face. He looked white as a ghost and was breathing heavy. The words 'don't panic' didn't seem to have any effect, because Danny opened his eyes abruptly.

"What?" Danny looked around with squinted hadn't felt anything like a wound or cut yet. The headache was all he could feel, but it made sense why he would have the headache. He gazed at Steve, who was focused on Danny's forehead. His own hand went immediately up to the left side of his head. He felt a thick and sticky volume.

"Don't touch it. Let me take a look," Steve knew with all the dust floating around in the air that it wasn't a good idea to leave the cut open, but in the mean time he didn't have something sterile to clean it up. They just had to get out of here, so he could be treated.

Steve took a closer look at the cut. It was near his hairline. "It doesn't seem that deep, but it's bleeding pretty hard, or at least it did. It stopped bleeding, I guess."

"That's a good thing, right?" Danny looked with big fearful eyes at Steve. He didn't want to admit it, but he felt that there was something wrong.

"Yeah, it is. You think you can walk?" Steve looked up he could hear people talk. It sounded far away though, but at least they were going to get out soon.

"Is there a way out of this hell hole?" Danny didn't felt the urge to get up, because if he did, he didn't know if he was going to pass out or not. He didn't want to admit it to Steve, cause he would get a speech about not passing out and a whole bunch of other stuff that a trained Navy SEAL would do in this situation.

"Yes, people are searching for us." Steve placed already his hand underneath Danny's shoulder again, this time to pull him back on his feet.

"Great. Where's the uh, the guy we dragged down?" Danny stalled. He felt really light headed and dizzy. The world started to dance in front of his eyes again, so he closed them quickly.

"He's over there. He's dead, Danny." Steve looked remorseful at Frank's body.

"Is it me or feels it all too familiar." Danny opened his eyes again and followed Steve's gaze. He didn't say anything about it, but it clearly bothered him.

"Danny, we're not trapped this time okay. People are trying to get us out of here. Really soon." Steve looked intrigued at Danny. He was not about to watch Danny have another panic attack.

"Okay," Danny tried to breath slowly to pass the anxious feeling that was coming up inside him. With every breath he took a sharp and stabbing pain popped up in his chest.

"You up for it?" Steve knew Danny had to have a concussion. He didn't want him to help him up too fast. It would only work in his disadvantage and the last thing Steve needed was Danny to pass out. Danny mumbled something under his breath.

"All right, here we go," Steve observed Danny with close attention. He wanted to know if he had to stop or not. Steve slowly pulled Danny back onto his feet. Danny moaned as he leaned against the wall again. Danny's knees buckled and Steve tightened his grip.

"When ever you're ready okay?" Steve said as he locked eyes with his partner.

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Steve and Danny made their way into the hallway. Danny was walking by himself, but Steve didn't completely trust it, so he walked really close next to his friend. Firefighters had breached the hallway in the meantime, so they could climb their way out to the main exit.

They almost reached the exit when Danny stopped. "Let me ask you this. How many times do I have to be right, until you start listening to me?" Danny snapped as he looked disapproving. He was pointing to the mess around them, while he clenched the left side of his torso.

"Really? You want to do that, right here?" Steve raised one eyebrow in disbelieve. He could see the daylight and Danny chose to start an argument right in here? He was glad Danny that seemed okay, but he could still be a pain in the ass about some things.

"Just tell me," Danny asked like there was no better moment to ask it.

"All right, just because I'm glad that you're okay, I'll consider your warning the next time. But I can't promise anything." Steve stood with hand palms open.

"That'll work for me." Danny nodded approved. He regretted the movement instantly.

"Good, now can we get out of here?" Steve grinned as he rolled his eyes. Danny didn't answer he just gestured that Steve should go first and so he did. Steve walked outside as he squeezed his eyes for a moment to get used to the bright light. It wasn't very sunny anymore, but still it was brighter than inside.

"Duke? How's it going?" Steve shouted as he spotted Duke within the chaos outside.

"Steve, Danny, you guys okay?" Duke walked towards the two men, who were covered in a mixture of dust, sweat and blood.

"We're fine Duke. Danny has a nasty cut though." Steve turned around to point at his friend who was standing quietly behind him. Danny looked white as a ghost again, even with all the blood on his face.

"Buddy?" Steve grabbed his partner by his arm. Just in time before Danny's eyes rolled back into his head, his knees buckled and his legs gave out on him.

"Danny!"

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A/N: Mahalo for reading! I'm curious what you guys think of it? How are the characters? How's the pace? Is it exciting enough?