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A/N: Happy Saturday my wonderful readers! Guys I forgot to post again! I'm so sorry, I've been so swamped with school and work that I just freaking forgot! So the people have spoken (or at least two people have spoken) and y'all were pretty clear that you want it to stay in the same story, so that's where it's going to stay. So this next episode is only two chapters long, but I worked hard on making it a little bit more fantastical. But guys… we're 9 chapters away from the end of this season. GAH! I'm both so excited and so nervous. I've been working on season 6 for like… A YEAR. I have more than half of it written already, how cool is that? So I hope you guys are at least a little bit looking forward to the new season, and as always please leave a review and I'll see you guys on Monday! Have a great weekend guys!

Chapter 194

Steven didn't grab Rowan's hand when they were walking on the beach, no, he had a hold of her hand the second they got out of the car, and refused to let go. She knew why he did it, of course, which was not because he wanted to be romantic with Rowan but because he didn't trust her to not try some kind of sabotage.

Rowan had been so determined to keep Kono from leaving, her trip had actually been postponed at least a month. First they had caught a case that Rowan insisted they wouldn't solve without Kono. Which was not true. When they had a second case roll in and they were no longer listening to Rowan and her fake visions, Rowan had faked an injury. Said she fell down the stairs, called 911 and had the hospital call Steven to say she had been admitted. The whole team had rushed in to find the acting emergency room doctor livid and demanding to know which one Kono was. The hospital charged her double for faking her injury but she hadn't cared.

For Kono's third attempt at sailing off, Rowan had actually thrown herself down the stairs the night before she was meant to go, as she had realized that she wouldn't be able to fake it again. Too bad she had fractured her wrist and had given herself a concussion so bad her doctors had no choice but to induce another coma. This one was only overnight so by morning she was fine and she had gotten what she wanted, Kono had postponed her trip, but Steve was so mad at her he yelled at her for forty-five minutes straight, threatened to break up with her, threatened to chain her to the bed, and then the poor stressed man actually collapsed into a small hospital chair and broke into tears.

Which was why on this day, Rowan had done absolutely nothing to stop Kono from sailing, because she knew poor Steve couldn't take any more stressful accidents… real or fake. And a little bit because of the heart to heart she and Kono had had. But it was mostly because she didn't want to break down Steve like that anymore.

They had missed three storms, with Rowan's avoidance techniques, granted none of them had been during the time Kono was set to sail, but Rowan had been religiously watching the weather network and no storms were on the horizon for the next few days. Though her dreams were still consistently bothering her, Rowan just shoved them aside.

Surely, surely delaying her a month had done the trick… right?

Rowan could tell, as they neared Kono, Chin and the little wooden raft thing that Kono was going to set sail on, that Steven wanted to move faster, wanted to be there to check the small hand-made wooden craft that Kono's mother had slaved over and Kono had finished, but he didn't want to let her go. His eyes kept narrowing at her, but she also knew he didn't want to call Nahele back who had gone to walk with Grace. Nahele couldn't be on Rowan-sitting duty forever.

"You can go," she whispered to him, but his dry glare, his blue eyes narrowed in distrust told her how he felt about those words. "I promise, it's okay, you can go."

His eyes narrowed a faction more but sighed, no doubt realizing that he could probably trust her here. So he let go of her hand and approached Kono and her hand crafted outrigger.

"Requesting permission to come aboard!" he called in his best Naval Command voice.

"Permission granted, commander," she answered standing at mock attention. "Just don't let Rowan touch my boat."

As Steve told her to stand at ease, Rowan groaned. "I'm not going to do anything," she complained to them. "Since you've insisted on going despite my dreams warning you of disaster, I've made the executive decision to let you go off and drown. And when you do drown, as I have come to accept that you most likely will, I will write you a wonderful funeral song, filled with a great many I told you sos. I might even choreograph a dance."

Kono laughed at her. "Why thank you, Ro, how very thoughtful of you," she said.

"We thought we'd see your fiancé out here today," Steve said trying to change the topic.

"Naw Adam wants to watch her come home, not watch her leave," Rowan answered absently from where she stood in the sand watching her boyfriend and best friend look over the boat.

"What did I say about doing that, Rowan? Remember, it makes people uncomfortable when you say things for people before people say them," he reminded her with a groan but Kono smiled at him.

"No, I told Rowan that this morning. I promised to update her at all points of the trip," she said and Steve sighed out an embarrassed: oh as their friends all laughed at him.

"Hey, you're gonna have to come down off the ship if you want me to say goodbye," Danny called and like that Kono effortlessly got off the boat. As soon as she hugged him however, he held onto her tightly and called to all of them: "Hey! I got her. Open the trunk, we'll throw her in!"

"Oh that's the plan? Down, Steve give me the keys!" Rowan cried turning to him. Luckily everyone took that as part of the joke and not an earnest response to Danny's sarcasm.

"Okay, not to be a downer, but little mama's been so frantic about a storm she chanced a coma, and we got some weather…"

Rowan's head whipped up. Whoa. Wait. What?

They all shot a glance to her. "The storm front's moving south, and I'm heading east to Molokai," Kono said glancing at Rowan again. "It's fine, Ro. I promise. If I leave now, the only ones getting hit by the rain are you guys."

Worry clawed up her throat like a bile. They were all staring at her, trying to determined how crazy she was gonna be about this. But this was Kono's farewell and there'd be no stopping her now. She didn't want to ruin this, well, she didn't want to be the one to ruin it anyway. So Rowan just stood there saying nothing and trying to look encouraging and not like she was about to burst into tears.

"Friend of mine's got a pretty sweet storm shelter if anyone's interested," Jerry offered getting the tension off of her. "It's got Wi-Fi."

They all turned him down and they all went quiet to allow Kawika to bless both Kono and her boat. Steve came to stand beside her, a reassuring arm slung around her shoulders, pressing her into his side for much needed comfort. And, as an added reassurance, Nahele stood on her other side, his hand in hers. Her two boys, out to take care of her, it made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"This craft appears to be quite sound and stalwart, Officer Kalakaua!" Max exclaimed after Kawika was done. Both he and Steven had finished assessing the boats moments before Kawika started but he had the good graces to not interrupt the blessing ceremony. "If you ask my opinion, you'll have no trouble circumnavigating the islands."

Rowan looked around to all her friends. All the people who cared about Kono just as much as Rowan did. These people all showed their worry in different ways. Steve and Max by checking out the boat's suredness. Chin by helping her pack. Danny with his sarcasm, Kamekona brought food. Rowan… Rowan had thrown herself down a set of stairs. Everyone was different, but she was the only one stupid enough to put herself in the hospital over this. Over something no one else believed but her. Why couldn't she have just been supportive like everyone else?

"I can get you the same trip for a hundred and fifty dollars and they'll give you a bag of peanuts," Danny snapped. Oh Sassy Danny, at least she knew she wasn't the only person who thought this was stupid. Still he didn't end up in the hospital he was just being snarky.

"Flying is easy," Kono said with a laugh. "Our ancestors, they connected the islands on a wa'a like this one."

Yeah, yeah, but they had planes now, making that hand carved dinghy redundant.

"Where's your sense of adventure?" Kawika asked Danny who merely smirked at him and shook his head.

"Adventure? No… I… I work with this guy," Danny said gesturing to Steve. "I don't need any more adventure. Thanks though."

As everyone laughed at the continuing joke of Steven being of constant source of annoying danger to Danny, Grace moved towards Kono.

"This is for you Auntie," Grace said and then she turned to Nahele and gestured for him to join her. Grace put the lei made of white and blue flowers she had brought Kono over her head and around her neck, while Nahele had something more practical. It was a piece of carved wood with fishing line.

"You know in case you get hungry and you want to fish the old way," he said. "I uh… I made it in woodshop. Got an A. I'm rambling, someone stop me."

Kono moved in to hug him where Nahele suddenly gripped her tightly and whispered something softly into Kono's ear. When she drew away and said: "Don't worry. Everything will be fine. I promise."

Once she had let go, Steve put a hand out to Nahele's shoulders to draw him back to them. Once he had backed towards them he leant a little on Rowan, despite Steve's hand being on his shoulder. Nahele always felt better if one of them was near-by, but he usually wanted Rowan.

Kono looked about ready to speak to them, probably some grand don't worry speech, when she noticed something, back where everyone had parked their cars. They all turned as she drifted off towards them. A red sedan where a man was helping a woman get out of the car. Rowan smiled and let out a breath of relief at the sight of them. She was worried, and she was sure Kono was worried too, that her parents wouldn't show up.

Rowan had called them to make sure they were coming. Asked if they had wanted any help, but her dad had been certain he could do it on his own.

Chin looked around at the confused faces as her mother was unloaded into her wheelchair and he answered their unasked questions. "Her mother had an aneurism a few years back."

Rowan knew this of course. Kono had her had talked about her mother years ago during one of their girl's nights. And then they had talked about why this trip had been so important after she had woken up from her coma. It was Kono's explanation and Steven's fearful tears combined that had convinced her to stop her sabotage. But she let Steven think that it was just him.

Kono accompanied her parents to the beach where she finally faced Rowan. The two women smiled at one another and Rowan realized that she was shaking. Kono quickly moved in to hug her.

"Don't worry," Kono whispered to her. "I know you've been dreaming… I know you're worried, but I took every precaution and I will update you, every day, right away. Okay?"

Rowan wasn't listening to her though. Now that she had a hold of Kono she was focusing. For Rowan couldn't stop the flash of angry visions that hit her system, but she did push them away as she held Kono tightly.

"Seriously… be safe," she whispered to her. "I really haven't stopped dreaming and they're getting worse by the night."

"Don't worry, sistah, I'll be alright."

Rowan tried to focus on the strings around her, tried to arrange them so Kono could come out of this safe, but she tore herself out of Rowan grasp before she could finalize the switch. As they all stood on the edge of the water, watching Kono's wa'a sail further away from her, the happily waving Kono becoming nothing more than a speck on the horizon, Rowan sent a silent prayer out into the strings.

Please let the delay have been enough.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

The storm had hit almost out of nowhere. And to her greatest shame the first thing she thought about was Rowan and her dreams.

When Rowan had thrown herself down the stairs she had been shocked. She knew, she knew that Rowan had been trying to keep her from going on that trip but she never thought that she'd… you know, hurt herself over it. But Rowan spent a night in another induced coma, Steven was so stricken by this that he had actually broken into tears in front of them, in front of Nahele, and Kono felt terribly guilty about that.

But Rowan had been dreaming about a storm. About Kono lost in that storm. About Kono dying either in that storm, or adrift on the ocean. And when no one would listen to reason, Rowan took things into her own hands, like she was prone to do. Kono was just grateful she didn't put it through her app. Who knows what would have happened then.

The first storm that hit Kono took out her wa'a. But she wasn't too worried. She had saved her emergency phone, she had managed to save her surf board and a bag of rice. And if Rowan's visions were still bugging her, someone would figure out where she was very soon. Or at the very least her phone would dry out and she'd be able to call someone.

Not Rowan who would probably just scream I told you so a bunch of times before getting Kono help.

She had paddled all day, trying to use her water sparingly, but she was hot, she was tired and she was oh so fucking thirsty. She had started remembering. Remembering times with her mother. Her mother teaching her how surf. Reminding her that if she were to follow the koa'e she too would head back to land with long graceful strokes.

I'm flying mom!

She liked to think that her mom could see her, could hear her, and was lending her some of her courage and bravery to get through this.

Kono had paddled until she couldn't paddle anymore. And then she slept. A helicopter went past and hope hit her system so hard her heart almost burst. Rowan had sent her help already? Damn that girl worked fast.

But the helicopter went past leaving her behind and she was left with nothing but the ocean and her memories. Of her mother speaking of this trip, and how she wanted to go on it. Of the conch shell marking the beginning of the journey, like one had done for the beginning of hers. Of Maui hooking something deep in the ocean and pulling Hawaii out of the sea.

With Nahele's homemade fishing line and one of her oranges, Kono managed to hook a fish to eat. Something to give her some sort of energy to keep going.

She knew. She knew that Rowan would find her. And if she couldn't come herself, she'd send someone else. She'd send a Rowan-gram. Or just Steven McGarrett as Rowan no longer used her app… or at least she said she wasn't using it. None of them were ever were sure how true that was.

But it was the second storm. The one that hit later on the second day of her trip. It was this storm that ruined her. She had managed to get a sort of distress call out to Chin but she lost her phone when a swell hit her. She dove in after it but couldn't find it. She didn't want to stray to far from her board because she could lose the phone… she wouldn't survive without the board.

She struggled with her board. Struggled to stay on the surface, as the water pitched, the thundered rolled and the lightning flash. Don't like the weather in Hawaii? Just wait ten minutes. She tried to laugh it off. She tried to be brave, but the water was throwing her, the storm was raging and her bravery seemed to fail her. She couldn't help herself, she couldn't keep it back. She screamed for Rowan, because out of anyone who could come out of nowhere to save her, it would be Rowan.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Rowan bolted up in bed, outside the window thunder crashed and lightning lit up the sky.

Rowan had been nervous all day. She kept trying to focus her strings, focus on Kono but she was too far and the strings around storms were too wild and plentiful for her to get a clear gist of what was going on. Steven had been clear, the first storm had been small and Kono had promised to go around it. She had a plan, she knew what she was doing.

But Kono didn't pick up her phone. And Rowan's agitation grew stronger and stronger. She tried not to bother Steve with it, he did have a meth case that he was working at that time, but he could see it on her face and hear it in her voice when she called him.

He was still so upset with her over the stairs incident that she could tell that this was annoying him. She didn't want to annoy him but if it got Kono out of danger maybe it would be worth it.

When Steven had come home that night she had jumped on him. Kissed him all over. But that wasn't just for Kono. Steven had been in a shootout, Steven had rescued a meth cook who thought he was cooking meth to save his son, Steven had to arrest that son who made up the whole threat to get back at his dad, to get what he thought was owed. That arrest had hurt him, because Nahele was in a similar position. Nahele could easily do that to one of them. It was the strangest fear of Steven's but she let him have it only so she could soothe him.

Soothing him led them straight to bed, where she let him sweat out his worries on top of her. Let him command her in a way that only he could. Let him rage a heavenly storm onto her as she clung to him for solace and when he was done, when he was shaking so hard in the aftermath that she thought he might come apart, she held him close and kept him together with well-placed kisses and a tight embrace.

And they both fell asleep.

It was the storm that woke her up.

The storm and the distant echoing cry of her name, that didn't come from this world, but vibrated through her from the strings.

Kono.

"What is it?" Steve asked, sleepily and groggily. He always woke up when she did, especially when she threw herself up into a sitting position. Usually that meant a nightmare, and maybe this was one, a waking nightmare. Thunder answered him and he bolted up in bed too. He looked at the storm raging outside the window and then back to Rowan's stricken and angry face. "Shit."

Already his phone was ringing, but she knew it was Chin. Chin calling about Kono.

"I told you," she snarled, jumping out of the bed. "I told you but you wouldn't listen. Why don't you EVER listen?!"

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

They all went to the Coast Guard Air Station up at Barbers point. Her, Steven, Danny, Chin and Grover. Each and every one of them. Steve had tried to keep Rowan home, stay with Nahele he had said. But Chin didn't want Rowan to stay home, he had wanted her there with them. Rowan had been able to pinpoint on a map of Afghanistan exactly where Steven was. She was going to do that for Kono too.

Except. She couldn't. Or wouldn't.

He had offered her maps to look at but she just stared at them like they were unreadable. He had asked her, repeatedly, what she saw or what she knew, but she would only stare at him, and stutter. He realized then that there were too many variables, the storm was tripping her out, she couldn't focus on the one thing that they were looking for. Kono and all her visions about her were lost to Rowan, and the more frantic she got the harder it got for her to concentrate.

Steve kept trying to put an arm around her, kept trying to tuck her to his side, but Rowan ducked his hands every time. Kept snapping Don't touch me to him. Chin could see that that too, was affecting Steve, was throwing him off, was unbalancing him. Which meant the two most useful people to what was now a search and rescue, were both emotionally tapped out and useless to him and Kono.

"Sir, we're observing storm force winds, 45 to 50 knots, gusting to 60. Swell are at 30feet and building. Reporting lightning strikes in vicinity of the airfield," one of the men said reading charts and numbers and read outs like they were written in regular English.

"Kono's outrigger doesn't stand a chance in those conditions," Chin told them.

"She's not on the outrigger," Rowan said in a small voice. "She lost it in the first storm."

"Rowan, we don't know if that's true," Steven snapped to her and Rowan turned her angry weepy eyes on him.

"Yes. I. Do," she growled. "I've been telling you guys for weeks. This is the parking garage all over again."

Chin's eyes found Rowan. Her arms stayed firmly folded over her chest. She was wearing one of Steve's sweaters, a soft long sleeved grey one. She had denim shorts and her red hair piled up in a bun on top of her head. She had been crying. Steve was in his clothes from this morning, green-grey button up and dark jeans. His hair was messed up, he had love bites half hidden by his collar and bags under his eyes.

They had been fucking. Then they had been fighting. Their relationship was on another rollercoaster and this time it was their faults.

Chin should have listened to her. They all should have. They were the ones who kept saying that Rowan was always right. Why didn't they ever listen to her when the time came then?

"We're launching the alert cutter," the Station master, Captain Nelson announced. "We've notified the B-6 unit to get underway as soon as possible. Four boats will be in the water within the hour."

"But you don't find her," Rowan hissed. "In every version they don't ever find her alive."

"Rowan!" Steven thundered startling everyone. "GET OUT!"

Chin knew why Steve wanted her gone. She was making things worse, she was making them all feel bad and that wasn't what they needed, they needed to focus on Kono. But shouting at her. Shouting at her didn't make things better either.

Rowan said nothing, she merely whirled away and stormed out. They all turned back to the Captain, where Steven, Danny and Lou all began to argue the need to use aircraft despite the storm conditions being too bad to do so. Chin, on the other hand, followed Rowan out of the base.

She had gone to the rocks, Chin chased after her, worried about her all alone in the rain staring out at the ocean like it held all the answers.

"You shouldn't be out here," he called to her and she shook her head at him, her eyes never leaving the storm. "Ro, come on. Let's go inside…"

"Why don't you ever listen?" she asked turning to him tears leaking down her cheek. "I know it's hard to take some times, but is this…" she gestured to where they were. "Is this better?"

No it wasn't. But admitting that wouldn't bring Kono back.

"I know it's a lot to ask… but is there anything…" he started and Rowan turned to him once again.

"Did you know that I can see all the strings, now? If I really focus, I can see, I can see which ones are which. Except Kono's too far for me to really focus on and I can't find the right one that sends the storm away and I just feel… I feel so useless," Rowan snapped. Chin stared at her, he had no idea that this was something she could do. That she could see the strings of fate, or that she had been playing with them. "What is the point of my dreams, or visions or powers if I can't do anything to help the people I care about? What is the point of having this power if I can't do anything with it when I need to the most?"

"You did help, Rowan. You were so certain about this dream that you threw yourself down the stairs. That should have clued us in, but it didn't. That's not your fault. That's ours. We should have listened to you and now Kono's out there and we don't…" he said trailing off. He turned back to her. "Was there any version you saw where she makes it out of this."

Rowan turned to him. "Yeah. I mean… yeah. It gets harder once she leaves the island but yeah…"

"And you could… you could pull that string? If you tried. Could you make that one the one that's Kono's?"

"I… I don't know."

"Could you try?"

Rowan seemed to think about it, before turning her eyes back to the storm. She seemed to blink, a sort of calm chill descended upon her and then she started squinting. Her hands came up, moving like they were trying to push curtains aside, but it mustn't have been working because she kept repeating the motion.

"No, stop," she said to herself. "Just let me see… stop moving!"

Her hands fell away and Chin realized that she mustn't have been able to do it.

"It's okay," he said to her. "It's okay, they're going to get boats in the water, we know what route she was taking and they'll search that area. And when the storm settles…"

Suddenly Rowan roared with rage. Just this raw peel of angry screaming erupting from her tiny frame. She folded in on herself, and that was how Chin saw it. The glowing white that seemed to be creeping out from inside her. When she threw herself back a bolt of orange electric came with it. It was like she had been wrapped in some sort of tornado, her hair came free and blew around her as if she were in the wind, her blue eyes glowed that hot white and her screaming continued as if the electric current was trapped inside of her and warping her to it's needs.

Those orange electric bolts flying from under her skin, ripping her open to gain freedom, shot off into the sky, they attacked storm clouds as if Rowan's fury alone was chasing the storm away. A bolt of lighting hit a little too close to them and Chin scrambled back, watching that transformation in abject horror. He didn't know how to stop it, he didn't know how to get to her, not with the field of electric wrapping around her now.

But he didn't have to worry about it.

Steven practically tackled her. His chest slamming into her back, his arms surrounding her, caging her in his embrace, and like he was the lid to her powers all the orange electric bolts disappeared and Rowan's cries silenced. She fell limp in his arms and Steve buckled with her, holding her to him as he turned angry accusing eyes up to Chin. As if he knew that Chin had asked her to try, had asked her to do something void like to save his cousin.

"Don't ever let her do that again," was all he said, his voice low and dangerous. The same sort of white heat he saw in Rowan's eyes briefly flashed in Steve's eyes.

Chin said nothing but he was suddenly certain that Steve had some sort of void power too. He had a feeling that Steven was Rowan's off button. Steve was stopping Rowan from using her powers right.