She's Yours
Title: She's Yours
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,257
Pairings: Pre-slash Danny/Steve
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0; High school AU
Series Name: Senior Year in Pineapple Hell
A/N: I'm Back!! Whew, Hopefully I am back into the swing of things, I just sat down today and this flowed out in about and hour and a half. Wish my muse Luck!
Danny froze minutely as soon as he caught a glimpse of his father standing next to Mr. McGarrett, tense and slightly angry that he decided now of all times to pop up in his children's lives. When Steve looked up from swinging Grace around and saw his tense posture he set her down and told her to go pull Mary and Kono into the water. He walked over to the shorter blond and lightly touched his arm, asking with his eyes what was wrong.
"My father is here, your dad intercepted him, but I," he was quiet for a moment, his eyes troubled," I don't know why he's here. He's never been interested in what we've done before; hell before Grace was born Ma was the only parent I was sure we had."
Steve froze slightly, he knew Danny's father was more absent than his had ever been, but the indignant anger he felt on behalf of his friend was not something he figured the man would take well. The shorter male was proud, he supported himself and Grace with the job he got when he left school, he had applied for early entry into Honolulu Community College for an associate's in Administrative Justice, half of next semester's courses being there instead of Kuikui High, and was aiming for a position in law enforcement. And hopefully, he'd told him one night, he planned on getting a Bachelor's in Criminal Justice when he could, then maybe he'd eventually make it to detective. All those plans and dreams orbited around one person though, Grace, and Matthew Williams was not someone who would make any of those plans easy or come true.
Steve cleared his throat and tried not to let that anger be apparent, glancing at where he saw his father talking with a blond man with startling similarities to the one in front of him, "What do you want to do?"
"I dunno. I suppose I'll just have to let the cards fall where they will."
Steve blinked at that, at the quiet resignation he could hear in the normally loud confident voice, "You can't mean you're just going to give up to whatever he says, right? I mean, come on Danno, that little girl is yours, she comes to you for everything, all he did was donate some DNA and pay for the house you're living in."
"Exactly Steve. He's currently the one who owns the roof over our heads and supposedly has custody of her. He has all the power to take her away from me."
"He won't."
"You don't know that."
"Yeah I do. If he's been standing there, then he's seen you with her, and since Dad is there he's hopefully talked him into understanding that she's yours just by what he's seen of you together. Besides, I'm sure Dad and Chin know someone who would represent you in court if you have to go there and we've all seen how much you support her. Hell Danno, her doctor thought you were her Father, everyone does. No one realizes you're not her dad unless you tell them.
"She's your girl, no one, not even him, can take her from you."
He was holding Danny's shoulder in a tight grip, his eyes intense as he stared into surf blue orbs opposite him.
Danny couldn't help the grin that stretched at his lips, "You sayin' you got my back, Boy-scout?"
Steve's brow twitched at the moniker Danny had given him shortly after they met, something that he used rarely anymore. Instead of swiping at the blond he just grinned, "You can bet your short stature on it, Jersey."
Jack McGarrett and Matthew Williams stopped watching the girls play in the surf when they heard Danny bellow modified obscenities and threats at Steve, chasing after the taller male as he ran in obscure patterns to keep away from the spitfire behind him.
Matthew grinned at the sight, “They always like that? I know Danny has always had a temper, but it was never something I actively thought about.”
Jack snorted at the thought as they saw Danny take Steve down with a leaping tackle and Matthew’s eyes grew large at the violence they were playfully heaping on each other, “Yes. Your son has one hell of a right hook too, not to mention the other fighting moves he’s got. I have no idea where he got them from but one day some of the guys from their school, who were definite Hawaiian Nationalists from the stuff they were saying, cornered him one weekend. He was coming to meet us for dinner, since he had to work and Steve watched Grace for the day. The only way we knew something was wrong was a brief text he sent about being held up not too far from where we were waiting and that he might be a bit bloody and to not worry. Needless to say, we couldn’t not worry and Steve left Grace with me and hurried on ahead. By the time we got there three of them were on the ground and Steve had basically dislocated one of their shoulders while he held onto him and Danny was genially telling their leader why he shouldn’t try to beat up on the haoles because most weren’t as forgiving as him as he had a foot on the guy’s sternum.
“I’ll admit it was mildly disturbing to see him do that, but considering the one beneath him was muttering threats to both him and Grace, I can understand. I’ve seen him take a whole bunch of shit thrown at him because of his haole status, but once someone he cares about is mentioned or threatened he turns deadly. He’s quite the protector. The only thing I see him having problems with is holding back that violence once he’s out on the job.”
Matthew was once again silent for a few minutes, studying his son again as he was now just playfully wrestling with the taller teen in the sand and no longer aiming to hurt. It was . . . both disheartening and making him surprisingly proud to learn this about his son, even though he didn’t learn about this himself.
“What do you mean on the job?”
Jack shrugged and looked at the man next to him, “He plans on getting an associate’s in something criminal justice related and then going to the academy to become an officer. Apparently, he also told Steve that when that’s done he wants to get a bachelor’s once Grace is in school and then shoot for detective. If there’s anyone that could do it, it would be him. I have a feeling that Steve is going to be there for the entire ride if he can help it. They haven’t said anything to anyone, probably not even with each other, but I think they’re falling in love. That doesn’t bother you does it?”
“No,” the answer was quiet and introspective, Matthew not entirely in the present, “No that doesn’t bother me. Surprising that he wants to be a cop and that they are falling in love so young, but he and Steve being together doesn’t bother me.”
Jack nodded and the two moved into the house, Matthew shedding some of his work attire and exchanging it for a beer instead.
They stayed in the cool environment for a few minutes before they went back outside to greet the sun and the kids once more.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,257
Pairings: Pre-slash Danny/Steve
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0; High school AU
Series Name: Senior Year in Pineapple Hell
A/N: I'm Back!! Whew, Hopefully I am back into the swing of things, I just sat down today and this flowed out in about and hour and a half. Wish my muse Luck!
Danny froze minutely as soon as he caught a glimpse of his father standing next to Mr. McGarrett, tense and slightly angry that he decided now of all times to pop up in his children's lives. When Steve looked up from swinging Grace around and saw his tense posture he set her down and told her to go pull Mary and Kono into the water. He walked over to the shorter blond and lightly touched his arm, asking with his eyes what was wrong.
"My father is here, your dad intercepted him, but I," he was quiet for a moment, his eyes troubled," I don't know why he's here. He's never been interested in what we've done before; hell before Grace was born Ma was the only parent I was sure we had."
Steve froze slightly, he knew Danny's father was more absent than his had ever been, but the indignant anger he felt on behalf of his friend was not something he figured the man would take well. The shorter male was proud, he supported himself and Grace with the job he got when he left school, he had applied for early entry into Honolulu Community College for an associate's in Administrative Justice, half of next semester's courses being there instead of Kuikui High, and was aiming for a position in law enforcement. And hopefully, he'd told him one night, he planned on getting a Bachelor's in Criminal Justice when he could, then maybe he'd eventually make it to detective. All those plans and dreams orbited around one person though, Grace, and Matthew Williams was not someone who would make any of those plans easy or come true.
Steve cleared his throat and tried not to let that anger be apparent, glancing at where he saw his father talking with a blond man with startling similarities to the one in front of him, "What do you want to do?"
"I dunno. I suppose I'll just have to let the cards fall where they will."
Steve blinked at that, at the quiet resignation he could hear in the normally loud confident voice, "You can't mean you're just going to give up to whatever he says, right? I mean, come on Danno, that little girl is yours, she comes to you for everything, all he did was donate some DNA and pay for the house you're living in."
"Exactly Steve. He's currently the one who owns the roof over our heads and supposedly has custody of her. He has all the power to take her away from me."
"He won't."
"You don't know that."
"Yeah I do. If he's been standing there, then he's seen you with her, and since Dad is there he's hopefully talked him into understanding that she's yours just by what he's seen of you together. Besides, I'm sure Dad and Chin know someone who would represent you in court if you have to go there and we've all seen how much you support her. Hell Danno, her doctor thought you were her Father, everyone does. No one realizes you're not her dad unless you tell them.
"She's your girl, no one, not even him, can take her from you."
He was holding Danny's shoulder in a tight grip, his eyes intense as he stared into surf blue orbs opposite him.
Danny couldn't help the grin that stretched at his lips, "You sayin' you got my back, Boy-scout?"
Steve's brow twitched at the moniker Danny had given him shortly after they met, something that he used rarely anymore. Instead of swiping at the blond he just grinned, "You can bet your short stature on it, Jersey."
Jack McGarrett and Matthew Williams stopped watching the girls play in the surf when they heard Danny bellow modified obscenities and threats at Steve, chasing after the taller male as he ran in obscure patterns to keep away from the spitfire behind him.
Matthew grinned at the sight, “They always like that? I know Danny has always had a temper, but it was never something I actively thought about.”
Jack snorted at the thought as they saw Danny take Steve down with a leaping tackle and Matthew’s eyes grew large at the violence they were playfully heaping on each other, “Yes. Your son has one hell of a right hook too, not to mention the other fighting moves he’s got. I have no idea where he got them from but one day some of the guys from their school, who were definite Hawaiian Nationalists from the stuff they were saying, cornered him one weekend. He was coming to meet us for dinner, since he had to work and Steve watched Grace for the day. The only way we knew something was wrong was a brief text he sent about being held up not too far from where we were waiting and that he might be a bit bloody and to not worry. Needless to say, we couldn’t not worry and Steve left Grace with me and hurried on ahead. By the time we got there three of them were on the ground and Steve had basically dislocated one of their shoulders while he held onto him and Danny was genially telling their leader why he shouldn’t try to beat up on the haoles because most weren’t as forgiving as him as he had a foot on the guy’s sternum.
“I’ll admit it was mildly disturbing to see him do that, but considering the one beneath him was muttering threats to both him and Grace, I can understand. I’ve seen him take a whole bunch of shit thrown at him because of his haole status, but once someone he cares about is mentioned or threatened he turns deadly. He’s quite the protector. The only thing I see him having problems with is holding back that violence once he’s out on the job.”
Matthew was once again silent for a few minutes, studying his son again as he was now just playfully wrestling with the taller teen in the sand and no longer aiming to hurt. It was . . . both disheartening and making him surprisingly proud to learn this about his son, even though he didn’t learn about this himself.
“What do you mean on the job?”
Jack shrugged and looked at the man next to him, “He plans on getting an associate’s in something criminal justice related and then going to the academy to become an officer. Apparently, he also told Steve that when that’s done he wants to get a bachelor’s once Grace is in school and then shoot for detective. If there’s anyone that could do it, it would be him. I have a feeling that Steve is going to be there for the entire ride if he can help it. They haven’t said anything to anyone, probably not even with each other, but I think they’re falling in love. That doesn’t bother you does it?”
“No,” the answer was quiet and introspective, Matthew not entirely in the present, “No that doesn’t bother me. Surprising that he wants to be a cop and that they are falling in love so young, but he and Steve being together doesn’t bother me.”
Jack nodded and the two moved into the house, Matthew shedding some of his work attire and exchanging it for a beer instead.
They stayed in the cool environment for a few minutes before they went back outside to greet the sun and the kids once more.