Here is the last chapter of the story!

I really hope you could enjoy it a little, thanks for writing me some reviews :) I honestly didn't think about making a little series about these stories but maybe I will recall this thinking. I had a lot of fun writing this.

Let me hear what you think about the ending :)

Steve had to stay at the hospital for a week until he was finally released. During the time, Danny had jumped in to let John camp at his apartment and drive him to school together with Charlie. He also offered to keep that on, until Steve was healed enough to do it by himself again. The former SEAL tho assured his friend he will take John home as well and it wouldn't be a problem to get along together but he gladly accepted the offer from Danny to take his son to school in the mornings. Steve's wound had healed nicely but because of the slight bone injury and the massive stitches in his thigh, he was on crutches and off his feet for at least 4 to 5 weeks. Including some physical therapy. John had proudly announced he would play nurse and take over making breakfast, cooking dinner and helping his Dad to go around the house.

Danny had dropped them off after Steve's release from the hospital with the promise to come over by the evening with some pizza and beer – and coke for John. As the Jersey Cop had driven away, the little boy jumped in and opened the front door for Steve who was slowly hobbling inside with a direct aim for the couch. His physical therapist had worked with him since a couple days after the surgery to regain motion as soon as possible but he was still shaky on his feet and would be tired in a very short term for the next couple days. With a deep exhausted sigh, he plopped down on the couch and arranged his bandaged leg on a pillow to keep it elevated. His gaze fell on his son who was standing in front of him, looking a little lost. Steve smiled at him. "You good?"

John nodded and wrapped his arms around his father's neck. Steve enjoyed this particular moments very much because since John felt like he wasn't a child anymore (because he was already 12 years old!), the body contact and hugs would have shrinked a little. But since Steve had been shot, they boy was seeking for some touchy comfort and Steve was just happy to give him exactly that. "I'm glad you're finally home.", John mumbled and after he had loosen the hug, he looked at his father very seriously. "Does it hurt? Because Uncle Danno told me, I should remind you to take those pills the doctor gave you. He said you're Dad is being a bigger idiot than usual when it's about taking pain medication.

Steve had to laugh about his boy imitating the usual ranting of his best friend. "Did he say that, huh? Well, you know Uncle D, he's our sunshine on rainy days. I'm fine tho, I will take the pain meds after lunch, it's not hurting right now. But you could do me another favour."

"Yes! What do you need me to do, Dad?", his son jumped to his feet and Steve smiled at him.

"I need you to get me something from my desk.", he told him and watched John, who ran off to said desk. "Open the drawer on the bottom, left side. Yes and there is a box inside, you see? Take it and bring it to me."

John did what he had been asked and came back with a metal box, very old and originally painted with barely recognisable blue colour. Steve took it from him and patted on the couch beside him. "I wanna show you something. Come on up".

John climbed on the couch next to Steve and settled down while his father opened up the box and set it on his lap. His son took a curious look inside. "What is this?"

"There a lot of pictures from my time in the Navy. Even some video material.", Steve told him, picking up some of the photos, made years back. He showed him one picture where Steve was standing with a bunch of other guys, smiling into the camera. "That was my graduation from military school."

John leaned over the picture. "How old where you?"

"I was 18. And that one was a few years later…", Steve took another one where he was obviously a little older than on the first picture. "… my first day of BUD/s. You know what that is?"

"Yes!", John suddenly sat up straight. "They guy who showed us around at Pearl Harbour explained that to me. It's…. called the training you have to take to become a SEAL. Basic Under… Underwater Delo… Dem…", he was stuttering, trying to remember the exact word.

"Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL", Steve helped him out. "Very good! So I had to pass this to be able to become a SEAL. It's a very hard training and not many sailors are holding up until the end of it, most of them would drop out after a week."

John picked up another picture which showed Steve dressed in his Navy-Buds, arm in arm with another guy, both smiling into camera. "Who is this?"

Steve smiled at the photo. "That was Freddie. I met him on my first day in BUD/s and we became best friends. We went on a lot of missions together."

"What happened to him?"

Steve's smile faded a bit but not too much to let it show to his boy. "He died on one of our missions."

"I'm sorry, Dad.", John looked at him and back at the picture. "Did you bring him home?"

Steve poked his son's cheek softly. "It's okay. And yes, I did bring him home to his wife and his daughter. She's just a few years older than you now.", he searched for another pic and found the one he was looking for. "That one had been taken before my first mission as a CO. I was very excited and honoured."

"CO is… it means Commanding Officer and it tells you to have the responsibility over your team and that all the guys on the team have to listen to your commands.", John explained without hesitation.

Steve had to smirk at him. "That's totally right.", he made a pause and studied his son. "You did a lot of research, huh?"

John shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe.", he replied shortly, obviously very uncomfortable about this topic. Steve laid aside the pictured to move his attention to his son.

"I know, I wasn't very nice to you about this. I yelled a lot and I shut you off when it came to the Navy and your wishes for what you wanna become when you get older. I didn't mean to do that. It's just… sometimes there are things that are not easy to talk about because they may make you sad, angry or just feeling uneasy by thinking of it. And because of that you react in a kind of way you don't even want to."

"I understand.", John fidgeted with his fingers. "I don't like it either when people ask me about Mum and do that… pity thing on me because she died. It's annoying."

Steve gave him a slight smile. "I know, I didn't like it either at first. But most of the time people just want to help and they don't realise how you really feel about this. But in those situations it's okay to say it out loud, so people would notice it. Like I do now, to you."

His son had taken his usual crossed legged position. "Don't you want me to become a SEAL because you would be scared, Dad?"

Steve thought about the question for a moment. "Yeah, that's mostly right.", he finally said. "You know, I always thought my Dad wouldn't care because we hadn't had the best relationship and I thought he shipped me away like a parcel, so why should he care about me? Although it still hurt me what he did, today I know that wasn't true. Of course he would care about me. I don't expect you understand that now; you are still young and it will probably take some time to catch up on such things – like it took the time for myself. But I want you to know that whatever you wanna become when you grow up, I will always support you. If I'm worried or concerned about you, it doesn't mean I won't be there for you."

Steve let John think about his words for a moment before he went on. "But you have to promise me one thing…"

John looked at him and nodded, so Steve leaned forward to him. "Take your time. Don't use your childhood to think about something you have to decide in many, many years. You don't have to know now, you don't have to know when youre 18. I know, youre already 12 but as much as you hate to hear that, you are still a child. Enjoy that. Go surfing after school, hate your homework, go out with friends to the movies, make mistakes. Even if I yell at you for another one of your ridiculous experiments in our kitchen, I still love you. Just don't play too many tricks on your Uncle D, his grey hair seemed to grow like grass in the last months.", Steve grinned at the end.

John blushed but he wasn't able to stifle a smirk. "I don't play any tricks on Uncle Danno…"

"Of course you don't!", Steve laughed.

* later in the evening *

Around 7pm, Danny's Camaro stopped in front of the McGarrett residence. It had been a pretty calm work day and fortunately, they could finish up earlier than the weeks before. He already brought pizza and beer and he decided for some of the boy's favourite ice cream as well. Balancing all the stuff on his hands, he clumsily stepped through the door. "Ey, McGarrett's! Dinner is here!"

The second Danny dropped the food and drinks on the table next to the door, a loud bang erupted right above him and a under his natural reflexes as a cop, Danny dropped to the ground not too gentle and grabbed his gun as he heard laughter bouncing of the walls.

"What the hell…?", Danny groaned and pushed himself up into a semi-upright position, just to find John sneaking out of the kitchen, nearly bouncing over of laughing. Right behind him a grinning Steve hobbled out on crutches, enjoying the face on his partner in a very obvious way. Danny looked up and saw a plastic bottle bouncing from a rope down the door, apparently charged guilty for happened chemical explosion. Steve high-fived his son while holding onto one crutch before John jumped in to hug his Uncle Danno. "Hey, Uncle D!"

"You are a little bastard, you know that? Do you want to me to die of a heart attack?", the Jersey Cop growled but not being able to hold his facade of being angry. He had to admit, the boy knew to surprise him in very debatable ways.

"Dad says, you're saying this since you start working with him. And you are still very much alive!", John stated and Danny raised a eyebrows at Steve who was still grinning like a 12-year-old by himself. "Oh, did he say that, huh? Well, your Dad also thinks he is very funny which he isn't at all, buddy."

"I have nothing to do with this, I swear.", Steve held up his one hand, still leaning on his one crutch.

"Yeah yeah and I'm the Queen of England.", Danny waved him off before he grabbed the pizza. "Better sit down before I have to grab your sorry ass from the floor."

"Ass is bad word, Uncle D!", John called out as he ran off to the kitchen to grab some plates.

"He has a point there.", Steve smirked and hobbled to the couch to lower himself back down.

"You know, I hate you. It's very dangerous to set up a detective of law enforcement with natural reflexes and a gun on his hip.", he ranted, popping down the beer and pizza on the table.

"You say that every time as well, Uncle Danno. It's not working anymore.", John came back from the kitchen and sat down the plates.

"Oh, is that so?", Danny grabbed the boy and started ticking him all over until John was screaming. "And now? What are you doing now, huh? No explosion will help you with that!"

John was screaming and giggling, trying to get out of his Uncles strong arms. Steve was sitting on the couch and smiled, just watching his two favourite people on this earth. And he felt nothing than pure happiness.

Thank you so much for reading!