A/N:

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Well, as before:

I do not own "Hawaii 5-0" or its characters. I do not make any money with this.

Any mistakes both in grammar and spelling as well as the storyline/plot are mine, though I needed some scope for the drama.

Summary:

Steve and Danny go on a fishing trip which goes horribly wrong leaving the two of them injured and shipwrecked. (Not much plot, rather whump, hurt and comfort.)

So, let's continue with the story.

Cheers,

Biensche

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A rough hand on his shoulder woke him. "Whoa, what?" Steve asked groggily.

A nervous Danny was face to face with him. Now, that was odd and Steve stared at the man before him. "What's wrong?"

Danny's eyebrows shot to his hairline and he gestured wildly around him. Words tumbled out of his mouth but Steve didn't catch them. He sat up and followed Danny's flailing arms. It wasn't quite dark yet but the sky was dark with heavy storm clouds. Not good.

"Where's the main land?" Steve asked as he couldn't detect any land nearby. "Didn't we secure the boat?"

Danny crawled over to the rope which led down to the sea and disappeared in the waters. As he grasped the rope, Steve asked, "Why don't you use the winch?"

Danny ignored Steve's question and pulled at the rope.

It shouldn't be that easy to pull it up. Steve thought worriedly.

When Danny reached the end of the rope, he held it up for Steve to see.

Steve's face fell. There was no anchor attached to the rope anymore. But there had been when they had stopped the engines and dropped anchor.

The boat had broken away from its anchor.

Shit.

"The rope must've been rotten", Danny mused as Steve crept closer to inspect the rope.

Danny seemed much calmer now that Steve was awake and with him. "So, what now?"

Steve got up and swayed slightly. Didn't have that much to drink. Must be the state of the sea. "Have you tried the radio yet?"

"Only static", Danny seemed to deflate.

Steve wobbled to make it to the cabin. He grabbed the handle of the radio and began talking. "Does anybody read me? Mayday, Mayday. Does anybody read?" He repeated the boat's number and name and stated their last known position. But there wasn't any response expect static.

Steve switched channels over and over again and recited the information time and again but the only answer he received was white noise. Just as Danny had said.

Steve's head dropped to his chest, his hand with the hand pieces fell to his side. Eventually, he switched the radio off and turned around.

Danny leaned against the cabin's entrance. "Told ya." His tone was flat, nearly toneless and held no anger or heat at all.

Steve was about to leave the cabin when his eyes caught sight of a small black bag. "Maybe we're lucky, Danny."

"What'cha got?"

Danny stepped aside as Steve pushed past him outside where he unpacked the bag.

"Binoculars", Danny exclaimed. "Super-SEAL found binoculars!" He slapped his friend affectionately on the back.

"Maybe I can make out which way to go." Steve said as he scanned the horizon. "There!" He called. "That way!" Steve held onto the binoculars with one hand and with the other he pointed directly towards the dark stormy clouds.

"Of course," Danny sighed as his arms fell to his side with a slapping sound, "How could it have been any differently? Of course, the way back to solid land under our feet is towards and going through this storm. Terrific."

"How is it that everything is bad with you?" Steve let the binoculars sink down and stared his friend down. But Danny didn't back down.

"Don't you have eyes, Steven? Look at that!" Danny's arm shook as he pointed towards the now almost black wall that reached from the sky to the ocean.

"You're such a pessimist."

"No, I'm a realist!" Danny pointed his finger at Steve's chest. "And you should be more of a realist too!" With that Danny turned around to go back into the cabin and started the boat's engine.

The engine rumbled and Danny began to steer the boat towards the dark clouds.

"C'mon, let me drive." Steve gently but firmly pushed Danny aside.

"Wait, what? First you take my car, my car, and now you even want to take my boat?"

"Actually, it isn't your boat, Danny. It belongs to the boat rental."

Danny sent a look of reproach Steve's way. "But the rental contract is in my name. Not yours! Any damage to this boat will be on you!"

"Why should it be? It's your rental contract!"

Danny's eyes pierced through Steve who decidedly ignored the man but mumbled, "Yeah, fine."

Steve steered the boat to the left.

"Do you think it's wise to go directly towards the storm? Shouldn't we try to get away from it?" Danny asked with his hands on his hips.

"What do you think I'm doing, Daniel?"

"Right now, it looks as if you're trying to get us both killed steering the boat right into the storm."

"Of course, I'm trying to get around it", Steve replied tersely as the boat came closer to the stormy clouds. "Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I want to get us killed?"

"I'm not sure about that. You certainly seem to have a death wish. But let me tell you, I want to see my kids again."

"You will."

"Just saying", Danny mumbled lowly.

"You will", Steve repeated with a side glance. All their banter and arguments couldn't quite conceal the fear and uneasiness both men felt but wouldn't admit. The storm came faster and fiercer than they had expected. Soon the boat with its travelers was enveloped by the strong winds, the heavy rains, the dark clouds. The storm was all around them and rocked the boat violently up and down.

While Steve held grimly onto the steering wheel, Danny's hand flew to a small column to clutch to keep his balance.

From their positions, both men stared across the dark, eerie ocean as if spellbound. The sinister gloomy waters mounted up to bigger and bigger waves. Some crashed far away, some were far too close for comfort.

Both felt the wind picking up as it rattled and jolted the boat. Suddenly, it became incredibly loud inside the cabin as the rain drops hit the roof and sides of the boat and cabin.

"The rain drops must be as big as golf balls", Danny said.

"That's not possible. Raindrops can't get bigger than about a third of an inch in diameter because of aerodynamics when falling. The diameter of a golf ball is almost 1.7 inches."

Upon hearing Steve's explanation, Danny turned his head slowly towards the man, his eyes big and surprised. Danny wasn't sure if he was supposed to be angry, astounded, perplexed or what. So, he just opted for, "What?" Then the blonde man shook his head to get his bearing and then spoke again, "What, what is wrong with you? Is that something they teach you in SEAL-school? Or are you just a geek? Or did you just make that up?" Danny let one hand whirled through the air before he grabbed the column for keeping his stance once again.

"I didn't make that up. It's true. But I'm just eager to learn new-"

Steve didn't make it to the end of his sentence.

A bright light flashed right in front of them, a terrible and loud cracking thunder boomed around them.

An enormous wave rolled over them and spun their boat around. Neither Steve nor Danny were sure if they were still upright or toppled over.

It was nearly impossible to see anything anymore as the storm had engulfed them in its darkness.

They couldn't hear much because of all the noise all around them. Still they called out for each other needing to know that each other was still there and at least as okay to reply.

"Danny!"

"Steve!"

tbc...

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Thank you for reading. Until next time. :-)

Biensche