Skullcrusher Mountain
Written for pineapple_infested prompt here. First Hawaii Five-O fic.
Title: Skullcrusher Mountain
Rating: G
Disclaimer: dis- (not); claim- (mine); -er (no, really).
Summary/Prompt: AU, Steve/Danny, Skullcrusher Mountain. Steve being the mad scientist and Danny the object of his affections. How else could it really be?
Steve’s father lived alone; he died alone, too, hiding in his lair. Steve had always wanted to be just like him… that is, until he found the journal and read the notes in the margins, about missing family and finding love.
Steve thought that maybe he could create his own love. It resulted in a little bent man who smiled at him with a broken mouth, but did his bidding without question. Occasionally, he even brought Steve pretty things, like flowers, pennies, and once a dead bird.
Well, it hadn’t been completely dead, and after a few hours in the lab, it never would be. Steve’s assistant liked to hear the bird sing and sometimes hummed along.
One day, he brought a man because he thought the shackles looked pretty on his wrists. Steve wholeheartedly agreed.
The kept him in a room but fed him three meals a day. He was there a full week before Steve approached and spoke to him.
“Master is coming,” the little bent man sang and spun in a circle, little bird on his shoulder. “He is more than pretty, Master, he is beautiful. Look, look!”
When Steve stepped into the little room, a hovering light shone behind him and lit up the man given to him by his assistant. Flaxen hair and beard, sky blue eyes; a fairytale maiden in the form of a man.
“He’s nice. I like him. I don’t think he belongs here. He stays.”
Steve knelt. “Call him Scarface. He’s nice. Brings pretty things. Harmless sweetheart. You stay. I’m Steve.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I know.”
“I’m Danny.”
“I made you something.”
Danny screamed.
A few days later Steve returned.
“I have to see my daughter.”
“I can make him a new one. I think he’ll like it. You want one? You can’t have one. A new one.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I know.”
“Glad we have that covered. Can I see my daughter?”
A week later Danny still hadn’t seen her. Steve was almost finished.
“I want to make something out of you. For you. With you. Of you. To you.”
“I still think you’re crazy.”
“I know.”
“Of course you do. What are you going to do?”
“Come with me.”
It was like molecules of air exploding as their hands touched. Steve decided to show the world what that feeling was like. They watched beneath the water as the sky split with heat.
The next day, Steve decided Danny looked pretty even without the shackles. That night Danny tried to escape. Scarface caught him and brought him back to Steve. Wolves howled and nipped at his heels as he was hauled back to the mad scientists lair.
“You could’ve been killed. Should have killed you before. Can’t. Not yet. Maybe someday. Maybe soon.”
“Then why haven’t you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then what do you know?”
“You think I’m crazy but you make me sane.”
“I want to see my daughter.”
“Okay.”
“That’s it?”
“But bring her here. I want to make something for her.”
“And what about me?”
“I’ll make something out of you too.”
So Steve found love and made a family.
Title: Skullcrusher Mountain
Rating: G
Disclaimer: dis- (not); claim- (mine); -er (no, really).
Summary/Prompt: AU, Steve/Danny, Skullcrusher Mountain. Steve being the mad scientist and Danny the object of his affections. How else could it really be?
Steve’s father lived alone; he died alone, too, hiding in his lair. Steve had always wanted to be just like him… that is, until he found the journal and read the notes in the margins, about missing family and finding love.
Steve thought that maybe he could create his own love. It resulted in a little bent man who smiled at him with a broken mouth, but did his bidding without question. Occasionally, he even brought Steve pretty things, like flowers, pennies, and once a dead bird.
Well, it hadn’t been completely dead, and after a few hours in the lab, it never would be. Steve’s assistant liked to hear the bird sing and sometimes hummed along.
One day, he brought a man because he thought the shackles looked pretty on his wrists. Steve wholeheartedly agreed.
The kept him in a room but fed him three meals a day. He was there a full week before Steve approached and spoke to him.
“Master is coming,” the little bent man sang and spun in a circle, little bird on his shoulder. “He is more than pretty, Master, he is beautiful. Look, look!”
When Steve stepped into the little room, a hovering light shone behind him and lit up the man given to him by his assistant. Flaxen hair and beard, sky blue eyes; a fairytale maiden in the form of a man.
“He’s nice. I like him. I don’t think he belongs here. He stays.”
Steve knelt. “Call him Scarface. He’s nice. Brings pretty things. Harmless sweetheart. You stay. I’m Steve.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I know.”
“I’m Danny.”
“I made you something.”
Danny screamed.
A few days later Steve returned.
“I have to see my daughter.”
“I can make him a new one. I think he’ll like it. You want one? You can’t have one. A new one.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I know.”
“Glad we have that covered. Can I see my daughter?”
A week later Danny still hadn’t seen her. Steve was almost finished.
“I want to make something out of you. For you. With you. Of you. To you.”
“I still think you’re crazy.”
“I know.”
“Of course you do. What are you going to do?”
“Come with me.”
It was like molecules of air exploding as their hands touched. Steve decided to show the world what that feeling was like. They watched beneath the water as the sky split with heat.
The next day, Steve decided Danny looked pretty even without the shackles. That night Danny tried to escape. Scarface caught him and brought him back to Steve. Wolves howled and nipped at his heels as he was hauled back to the mad scientists lair.
“You could’ve been killed. Should have killed you before. Can’t. Not yet. Maybe someday. Maybe soon.”
“Then why haven’t you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then what do you know?”
“You think I’m crazy but you make me sane.”
“I want to see my daughter.”
“Okay.”
“That’s it?”
“But bring her here. I want to make something for her.”
“And what about me?”
“I’ll make something out of you too.”
So Steve found love and made a family.