AN:

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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.)

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The wind had picked up again as had the rain and big waves loomed all around.

Suddenly Danny was thrown forward.

He felt the pins of the steering wheel drill into the soft flesh and tissue of his stomach.

As abruptly as he had been thrown forward into the steering wheel, he as thrown back and he landed on his butt and back on the floor.

At least, I didn't fall on Steve. I would never hear the end of it.

A loud cracking noise accompanied his fall.

"Oh God, no. Nonono!" Danny wasn't an experienced water sports enthusiast but he sure knew the signs of hitting something full force from one or another car crash. And this felt just like it just worse.

On all fours, he scrambled over to Steve to check on him. He had remained unconscious as he had skidded a little across the floor but otherwise he seemed unharmed. Slowly, Danny peeled his own shirt away to check his stomach but at least there was no blood where the steering wheel had gotten him. He carefully touched around the area which was red from the impact and sucked in his breath audibly.

Not bleeding but it'll be all colors of the rainbow tomorrow.

He pulled the shirt back down. He looked over at Steve, "Hey, sleeping beauty-SEAL. I wouldn't mind you waking up."

Steve didn't show any signs of regaining consciousness. Again, Danny checked his breathing and pulse and he also took a look at the head wound and the ankle injury. "Breathing – check. Pulse – check. Head isn't bleeding anymore – check. Foot is still attached to your body, well I take that to the pro-side. So, check." Danny grinned. "I'm so optimistic right about now. You'd be so proud of me, babe. Such a shame you're not awake to hear me. Now you'd probably never believe me when I tell you later."

A grating sound tore Danny's attention away from Steve. He got up and wrapped an arm around his injured and hurting middle as he wobbled around the cabin.

Another grinding sound reached his ears.

"Hear that? That doesn't sound good." Danny looked back to Steve. "So much for my optimism, huh?"

He searched around the cabin to find the source of the noise. Abruptly he stopped midstride. He would swear the floor shifted oddly underneath his feet. It was not just the boat which moved in the swell. It was just the floor.

That's when he saw it:

A tear.

There was a tear in the floor.

And it splintered further and further apart.

Danny gulped and swallowed the flowery curses that lay on the tip of his tongue.

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Urgently and frantically, Danny searched the small cockpit until he found two life vests underneath the steering wheel.

"Danny", Steve muttered.

The blonde man swallowed hard at the sound of his best friend's voice not liking how weak and almost unintelligible he sounded. Maybe he was injured worse than Danny had assumed. They needed to get out and off the boat as soon and fast as possible.

"I'm here, babe", Danny replied eventually as he pulled out the life vests. As he crawled back to Steve's, his eyes caught the ever-growing tear in the floor boards.

The sound made the hair on Danny's neck and arms and just all over his body stand up. This crunching, squealing, jarring, grating sound – it just shook him to the bone.

Oh god, just hang on, Steve. I'm gonna get you outta here.

"How ya doin', buddy?" Danny asked as he clutched his hand around Steve's which felt too cold and clammy.

The man opened his eyes and couldn't remember when he had closed them. "Hey, Danny." Steve smiled up at his friend.

"Hey there yourself. Taking a nap during our fishing trip?"

"We haven't been fishing all day", Steve slurred as his eyes drifted shut again. He was so terribly tired.

"Hey, hey! Steve, my friend, no time for napping anymore, okay?"

"No?" Steve frowned with his eyes closed but his head rolled into the direction he had heard Danny's voice coming from.

"No", Danny said firmly, "When do Super-SEALs get to sleep on the job? Come on, open your eyes. We got a job to do."

"Out here? On a boat?" Steve's frown with closed eyes deepened.

"Yep", Danny knew it was weak and cheap but it was the only way he could think of to get the man to cooperate. He knew Steve had a high pain threshold, higher than anyone else he knew. But even he had his limits. Danny could only hope that Steve would be coherent for long enough to wrestle him into the vest and get him of the boat by making him believe there was a job for them now.

"Let's sit you up, shall we?"

Steve grunted but accepted Danny's help as he sat up. He sweated and panted by the time he was upright.

"'Not feeling great."

"Feeling sick? Dizzy? Nauseous?"

"All of it."

"Don't puke on me. The shoes are brand new and expensive."

Danny watched Steve swallow.

"Here, put this on." Danny held up the vest for Steve to see who furrowed his brow in question. "It's a vest."

"New design for Kevlar vests?"

"Something like that", Danny said as he pulled one of Steve's arms through it.

"Is ugly", Steve mumbled, "Way too bright in combat."

"Can't deny that." Danny grabbed Steve's other arm to get the vest on. Then he fastened the straps around Steve when suddenly Steve cried out.

"Sorry baby, I'm sorry." Danny scrambled around to face Steve and held the man's shoulder with one hand while the other hand cupped around Steve's cheek who breathed heavily until the pain subsided to a manageable level.

"How's the pain?"

"Ow", was all response Danny received.

A sudden wave that hit the boat had Danny tumble forward. In his haste to protect Steve from crashing into the hard floor with his head first, he angled himself and tried to position himself between Steve and the unforgiving floor.

Danny hit the floor first, then Steve fell atop of him.

"Ahhhhh!" Steve's yell seemed to echo inside the boat as Danny's ears rang and his vision blurred for a moment and everything became hazy to his senses.

Stunned, Danny lay there for a moment trying to clear the dancing stars and spots in his vision and get his breathing back under control.

Steve had quieted and lay across Danny like dead weight.

"Steve?" Danny pushed out between clenched teeth. "Steve?"

The man stirred slightly and with one hand, Steve pulled himself off of Danny until he was back in a sitting albeit pretty slumped over position. His head lolled forward to his chest.

When Danny put pressure on his right arm to elevate himself from the ground, a searing hot pain shot through his shoulder and he fell back to the floor where he lay as he clutched his shoulder with his other hand.

"Danny?" Steve's small and worried voice cut through Danny's clouded mind, "You okay?"

"Yeah, just gimme a sec. Just hurt my shoulder. Falling on it wasn't the best idea. And with you heavyweight on top of me, it didn't do it any favors either."

"I'm not…heavyweight... I'm flyweight." Steve said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Danny was glad to have the man talking. He didn't like the breaks in the sentences nor the weak voice. But at least Steve seemed lucid enough to reply to Danny's rants. The blonde took that as a good sign.

"You're a lot of things but not flyweight. Not even close. Flyweight is up to 112 lbs., and you weigh more than 200 lbs. And that's heavyweight."

"I don'… weigh 200 lbs." Steve replied lamely.

"Well, we should check that." Danny once again tried to get into a sitting position. Steve certainly wasn't up to par but he was awake and talking. But they still had the problem of their boat breaking apart and filling with water. It would sink eventually and Danny didn't want either one of them to still be inside when that happened.

"Is there a scale aboard?" Finally, Danny had maneuvered him beside Steve taking a good look at his friend. He didn't like the fine sheen of sweat and the pasty color of his face.

"No, why… should… there be a scale?" Steve asked.

"To weigh the fish!?" Danny retorted as if was that obvious.

"Good heavens, Danno… You have an answer… for just about everything… don't you?" Steve looked at Danny from the corner of his eye and saw the mischievous grin the man flashed back at him.

"C'mon, we gotta get you up."

"Why? Can't I just stay here?"

"No, we gotta go."

"Go? Go where?" Steve asked.

"Get off this boat."

"But isn't a boat the only thing between us and the water?"

"Soon it won't be."

"Huh?"

"Never mind", Danny got impatient. They didn't have time for this. The boat already tipped over slightly. "C'mon, get up, you big dub."

"I can't. I'm tired."

"No!" Danny shouted, then he said in a more hushed voice, "No, no, you can't sleep yet. First, you gotta move."

"Then I can sleep!?" Steve asked hopefully.

"We'll see about that."

"I can't move."

"Steven," Danny closed his eyes. "You can!"

"No, I can't", Steve's tone was desperate. He sounded more lucid and clearer as he added something that Danny never ever wanted to hear and hoped he would never ever hear again. "Save yourself, Danny. You have your daughter. She needs her Danno."

"She needs her uncle Steve", Danny replied harshly. More quietly, he added, "I need her uncle Steve."

Steve didn't answer. Instead, he swayed in his sitting position. Danny grabbed him around the waist and shoulders to keep him from toppling over. He grabbed Steve's face in his hands and looked him fiercely in the eyes. "Steven. Don't give up on me now. C'mon, stay with me, buddy."

Danny felt the slight nod where the hands lay around Steve's cheeks.

"Alright, we have to get off the boat." Danny said as he manhandled Steve trying to get him up.

"No, the boat is good", Steve replied. His moment of lucidity had dissipated it seemed and Danny was afraid they'd never get out. The boat ran full of water and Steve in his hazy state wasn't much of support.

"No, no, the boat isn't good at all. We need to get out of here and off the boat", Danny's voice held an urgency that Steve understood even in his painful, ailing and half-awake state of mind.

"What's goin' on?" Steve asked trying to get a grip on reality.

Danny looked at the tear through which water streamed into the boat. The boat tipped over more and more and it wouldn't be long until the boat would stand like the rump of the duck in the water making it harder or even impossible for them to get out.

Steve's eyes followed Danny's line of sight. "Oh oh."

"Yeah, you could say that." Danny grumbled as he positioned himself behind Steve to pull him up to a standing position. "Ready? On three we're getting up. One, two, three." Danny counted and on three he pushed and pulled until the two of them were upright on their feet albeit wobbly. Steve tried to help Danny as best as he could to get up.

"Don't put any pressure on that injured leg. I can't have you pass out on me here, understand?"

Together, they hobbled in small jumps towards the exit and made it outside. Neither of them could say how long it took or how they managed to get out of the cockpit. Yet, at some point in time, they were outside. The storm had let up considerably and both men could actually make out blue sky in the distance.

"What now?" Steve asked.

Danny was perplexed. It was rare – had it happened at all before? – that Steve asked what to do. The man always seemed to have an answer or a plan up his sleeve.

"The boat fills with water and it will sink sooner or later."

"Hopefully later", Steve said flatly.

"Anyways, the Titanic will sink. And I have no intention to play Jack's role in this."

"So, you're Rose on the door?"

"The both of us are going to be Rose!"

"So, then... where's the door?" Steve asked as he looked around.

tbc…

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Cheers,

Biensche