Steve McGarrett was eight when he came online in the most violent situation.
He was at home with his mum and his two year old sister. His mum was in the kitchen with his baby sister, doing food preparation for dinner while he was at the living room watching some cartoon.
Everything seems fine when suddenly, his mum ran out of the kitchen, face full of terror, and unceremoniously passed him his baby sister and told him to run.
Steve stumbled with his arm full of his sister, not understanding what's happening. "Mum, what–?"
"Steve, run!" Steve mum yelled as bullets suddenly tore through the house. His mum shielded them with her body, pushing them out of the house through the lanai. "Run! Don't look back. Run!" His mum pushed Steve away as another set of bullet tore though the house.
Steve watched as his mum fell. Blood was seeping through her clothes and pooling on the floor. His mum yell weakly for him to run.
Steve ran. Wide eyes and scared, Steve ran as fast as his legs could carry him. With his sister clung to him fiercely. Steve ran and ran.
As he ran, he didn't realised that the sun was very brighter, hurting his eyes. His skin felt pins and needles before it became full blown sharp. His senses gone haywire. Everything was too loud. His smell too strong. He hurts everywhere.
But Steve continued to run. He ran as fast as he can, not realising he was gaining speed. He ran to the only place he could think of while in terror. He ran to his aunt who lived nearby.
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Danny Williams was eight when he came online to the surprise of his family.
The Williams family was mostly latent. His mum and dad was mundane. Same with his sister, Stella. Matty had the gene. Danny was, technically, the first in his immediate family that became active.
However, he didn't came online while at home. No. He came online while he was at school. While being taunted by older kids for his blond curls and deep blue eyes. He was simply at the wrong place and time. And thus came to the older kids' attention.
They were pushing him around too. Pulling and pushing and generally being a nuisance. It was getting overwhelming and Danny was seconds away from giving them one solid punch.
Unfortunately for him, he was too slow. They suddenly push him into a locker and lock the door shut. With one last taunt and the last laugh, the older kids went about their business, satisfied with their past-time action.
Danny sat in the locker in shocked. His head hurts because he hit his head as he was pushed inside the locker.
Next thing he knew, everything became too much. It was so loud and so aggressive. It was so strong that Danny's pounding headache was getting worse. It was like a battering ram was pounding on his head.
Danny whimpered.
The locker door burst open. And a young kind teacher immediately hauled Danny into her arms, soothing him. Trying to shield him from the onslaught of emotions she knew he was feeling. She felt the little Guide came online from the teacher's lounge.
Danny sighed in relief when the noise dwindled. He swayed, suddenly felt tired, as his vision fade to black.
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Sentinels and Guides started to naturally came online once they reached their teens. However, there are some who were early bloomers and came online at puberty. This usually happens to the ones that became active due to stressful circumstances or horrific experiences. While others, came online as late as in their twenties.
Once they became active, the Sentinel Guide Centre (SGC) will provide them counselling and training.
The problem was – not everyone was able to attend the mandatory sessions on daily basis. Schools and work often got in the way. And even if they completed the mandatory week long program, assimilating and mastering their gifts take time and effort. The fluxion of their senses can be a pain to deal with. Especially with teenagers.
In light of this, the centre provided a safe place for these young Sentinels and Guides to immersed themselves and got used to their newly online gifts with minimal risk byway of a Summer program or Summer Camp. It also served as a way for Sentinels and Guides to mingle without pressure.
It was at this event that our fated Sentinel and Guide met with each other.
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Steve sat apart from the crowd, watching the on-going meet and greet session numbly.
He was sent to the camp because he has trouble controlling his senses. The centre's doctors thought it was trauma – of having seen his mum gunned down in their own home. Coupled with his protective instincts emerging to protect Mary, Steve was feral and was nearly zoned when he pounded on his aunt's door.
On top of that, his dad was currently on duty with the Navy. So, he can't be reached immediately. It doesn't bode well with him. He's here at camp – separated in from his aunt and little sister and his mum was dead.
Nope. He's not taking it well at all.
All of a sudden, the most rich and sweet smell assaulted his senses. It smell like sunshine, and chocolates and home. It was the most divine smell to Steve.
Steve stood up, standing on top of his chair, looking for where the smell came from.
When he saw a dash of golden blond with a hint of a blue, the only thing ran in Steve's thoughts were, "Mine!"
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Danny grumbled wordlessly from where he stood by the game's area.
Training that day was a little tiring. He kept his barriers up and constantly shielded himself. But it felt incomplete. Like there's a loose part of the barrier that was tender after being battered by surrounding forces and it left him aching.
His councillor said that he will feel whole only when he met his fated Sentinel. But that could be ages away! Everyone knew you'll met your soulmate when you grow up. It was really a bummer.
Danny was about to leave for the food court when a cute dark haired boy caught his attention, making a beeline towards him.
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Steve went to his destined one, happily. His Guide was adorable. That blond curl and blue eyes and pretty pink cheeks, makes Steve want to kiss them. He was tiny too and Steve just want to hug him and never let go.
Blue eyes widened when he saw Steve. And Steve was instantly right in front of him. They eyed each other intently.
"Guide," Steve said reverently. He beamed, seemingly pleased. "My Guide. Hello!"
Danny's jaw dropped. This – this boy was his Sentinel. This tall, dark haired, golden green eyes boy with a pretty-pretty grin, was his match. The boy looked to him in an hopeful expectations. Waiting for Danny to acknowledged him with ritual word. Danny's eyes rolled.
"Sentinel." Danny answered deadpanned. Then he smiled back shyly. "My Sentinel." Danny bounced to him, excitedly. His hands grasped his Sentinel firmly. A fledging bond bloomed between them. "Hi! I'm Danny."
Steve looped his hand around Danny's waist, bringing his Guide closer and rested his forehead with Danny's. Imprinting whatever senses he could and merged his energy with his Guide. Danny sighed, his shield felt at ease. "I'm Steve."
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