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Title: 'Aloha' Doesn't Mean 'Goodbye'
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0, Supernatural.
Genre: Angst, supernatural, pre-slash.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Pre-slash, genre!crack, AU, blasphemy, mild language.
Characters/pairings: Pre-slash Danny Williams/Steve McGarrett, Grace Williams, Castiel.
Wordcount: 1,181
Summary: There was always the threat that Five-0 would be torn apart if the threat of war recalled one of their number to active service. Unfortunately, Steve's military obligations were the least of there concerns.
Details: AU for both series. That statement is a no-brainer as far as Five-0 is concerned, but this fic also disregards season 6 of Supernatural. I haven't seen many episodes of Hawaii Five-0, and they weren't all in order, so I have no idea where in season one this would fit. Obviously pre-finale, but considering the plot, it probably doesn't matter in the long run. Stands alone, but is part of the "Quis Custodiet" multi-crossover AU. I may or may not end up writing the whole thing. We'll see.
Chapter Three: 'Aloha'
Steve didn't realize he'd fallen asleep until he was woken up by the sensation of someone standing over him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Danny asked him, looking down and shaking his head. "Even I didn't want to be here."
"Danny, what—" Steve was awake and alert in seconds, sitting up stiffly from his cramped position on Danny's folded up fold-out couch. "Thank God, I thought— What the hell happened out there?"
Danny smiled.
"No, babe, see, you're doing that all backwards." Danny said, stepping away from the couch to look at a photograph of Grace which sat in a frame on the side table. "First you ask the question, then you wait for the answer. Then, if you still feel like it, you thank God. Only, in this situation, something's telling me step three's a no-go."
As Steve watched his partner trace a thumb lightly over the image of his daughter he found it strangely disquieting. It shouldn't have struck him as unusual, but the gesture seeming oddly detached. A car passed on the street outside sending a scattered beam of light through a gap in the curtains. It cast bizarre shadows across the wall behind Danny, shadows that stretched unnaturally, looking almost like wings...
"What—" Steve began, confused, but whatever he might have said was cut off as his partner spoke.
"Come on," Danny said. "Let's get out of this depressing hole."
Between one eyeblink and the next, Danny's apartment disappeared. Suddenly, Steve found himself staring at green hills, cool under the dark night sky. He was on a rise, somewhere near the petroglyphs he and his father used to visit when he was a child. There was a beer in his hand, he noticed, and he realized he was sitting...in what looked like one of his own lanai chairs. Danny sat in a chair beside him, taking a sip of his own beer. Disoriented, it was a moment before Steve could speak.
"What?" He said again, confused.
"I know you've got kind of a limited vocabulary, Steven, but this is bad even for you."
Steve stared at him.
"How? Am I...am I dreaming?"
Danny didn't answer, he just took another sip of his beer.
"Danny, what the hell is going on?"
"You're a reservist," Danny said after a considering silence, "So I'll put this into language you'll understand. I'm being redeployed."
Steve searched his partner's face, but while Danny normally showed so much of everything he was feeling in his face, in his posture, in his voice, right now he gave away nothing.
"I don't understand."
"You believe in guardian angels, Steve?" Danny asked. His voice seemed serious, so Steve answered the question seriously.
"What, you mean ones that watch over us, keep us safe?" Steve considered. "No."
"Good," Danny said with a nod, pitching his empty into the darkness, "'Cause it's bullshit. But like a lot of bullshit, there's some truth in it."
"Millennia ago, humanity was young and stupid and vulnerable, but God had a Plan for you. He put angels on Earth to keep an eye on mankind. Only, He picked angels for that duty who cared about humans, and some of them cared too much. They gave humans knowledge they weren't ready to have. Some of them even had human wives, and fraternization was a big no-no. And, for their Antediluvian screw-ups, they were punished. Their connection to Heaven was stripped, and they were sent to Earth to be born in human form, scattered throughout all the different eras of human existence, to be stupid and vulnerable along with you."
Steve found himself staring at Danny as he spoke. There was a hint of a smile on his partner's face, but it didn't meet his eyes. There was nothing in those eyes.
"Now, the Plan had a lot to do with this dust-up that was supposed to happen between Lucifer and the Archangel Michael. Winner-take all. Only the collateral damage..." Danny's head tilted back, the smile on his face twisting wryly. "Well, let's just say it would have made the irradiation of Chernobyl look like an unfortunate misfire."
"And the crazy thing," Danny said, "The really funny thing, Steve, is that it was supposed to happen last year. Only someone stopped it. And now that the Plan is shot, well, Heaven doesn't have a clue what to do with itself, and some of the angels—the ruling regime of angels—still want the closure."
Danny paused, looking over to Steve as though making sure he was still following.
"The...man we met on the road is called Castiel. He is one of the few angels who wants to see this whole mad machine keep on ticking. His faction is...not popular. He doesn't have the numbers or the power that Raphael does, and that's bad, Steve. That's very bad. For you and every hairless ape on this planet."
"He needed...back up." Steve managed, finding his voice after too much silence. Danny's smile pulled into a smirk.
"Welcome to the conversation. Yeah. I guess you could say that."
"So..." Steve felt like he was drifting, cut loose, like he had no ground to stand on. "Danno, what does that mean? Where are you going? Are you coming back?"
"Where's kind of tricky." Danny said. "I'll be fighting a war across dimensions Hawking couldn't even dream of. As for the other..."
Danny frowned, an emotion dancing in his eyes that while alien, at least seemed real.
"I'm coming back," He answered with a certainty so concrete it could have shattered glass. "Danny Williams is supposed to die of old age surrounded by Grace and all her kids—or getting his ass blown up putting up with your nonsense. That's my plan, and I for one intend to do everything inhumanly possible to see it through. I won't lie, it's not going to be easy. I don't even know how I'll manage it, but that's the plan."
He looked at Steve, then, with a gentle smile—or a close approximation of what one would look like if it really was Danny sitting there.
"Don't think of this as 'goodbye'. Think of it as 'aloha'."
Steve wanted to argue, to ask more questions, to beg more time. He wanted it more than anything, but it was at that moment he woke up.
Sunlight was streaming through a gap in the closed curtains. Lying uncomfortably on the couch in Danny's apartment, Steve was disoriented before he remembered why he was there. Checking his phone, he found a text from Chin. There was still no sign from Danny, no word, no trace of him. As he remembered his dream, a tightness twisted in his chest. He wanted so badly to know that his partner was alright...he guessed his mind had just manufactured an explanation for his disappearance.
It was only as he sat, trying to decide his next step in searching for Danny that he looked over and saw that one of photographs that had been sitting on the side table had been taken out of it's frame. The one of Grace. It was missing.
End?
Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three
Author's Note: Believe it or not, "Danael"is not only the name of an angel, but in the Book of Enoch the name of one of the Irin—"Watchers"—who were "bound to the valleys of the earth" for getting too close to humanity. Given the characterization of angels on Supernatural, and their usual condescending perception of humans, I thought that Danny's nicknames for his daughter and his partner—"monkey" and "Neanderthal"—not to mention Grace's name itself were just too much of a coincidence not to combine it into a fic.
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0, Supernatural.
Genre: Angst, supernatural, pre-slash.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Pre-slash, genre!crack, AU, blasphemy, mild language.
Characters/pairings: Pre-slash Danny Williams/Steve McGarrett, Grace Williams, Castiel.
Wordcount: 1,181
Summary: There was always the threat that Five-0 would be torn apart if the threat of war recalled one of their number to active service. Unfortunately, Steve's military obligations were the least of there concerns.
Details: AU for both series. That statement is a no-brainer as far as Five-0 is concerned, but this fic also disregards season 6 of Supernatural. I haven't seen many episodes of Hawaii Five-0, and they weren't all in order, so I have no idea where in season one this would fit. Obviously pre-finale, but considering the plot, it probably doesn't matter in the long run. Stands alone, but is part of the "Quis Custodiet" multi-crossover AU. I may or may not end up writing the whole thing. We'll see.
Chapter Three: 'Aloha'
Steve didn't realize he'd fallen asleep until he was woken up by the sensation of someone standing over him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Danny asked him, looking down and shaking his head. "Even I didn't want to be here."
"Danny, what—" Steve was awake and alert in seconds, sitting up stiffly from his cramped position on Danny's folded up fold-out couch. "Thank God, I thought— What the hell happened out there?"
Danny smiled.
"No, babe, see, you're doing that all backwards." Danny said, stepping away from the couch to look at a photograph of Grace which sat in a frame on the side table. "First you ask the question, then you wait for the answer. Then, if you still feel like it, you thank God. Only, in this situation, something's telling me step three's a no-go."
As Steve watched his partner trace a thumb lightly over the image of his daughter he found it strangely disquieting. It shouldn't have struck him as unusual, but the gesture seeming oddly detached. A car passed on the street outside sending a scattered beam of light through a gap in the curtains. It cast bizarre shadows across the wall behind Danny, shadows that stretched unnaturally, looking almost like wings...
"What—" Steve began, confused, but whatever he might have said was cut off as his partner spoke.
"Come on," Danny said. "Let's get out of this depressing hole."
Between one eyeblink and the next, Danny's apartment disappeared. Suddenly, Steve found himself staring at green hills, cool under the dark night sky. He was on a rise, somewhere near the petroglyphs he and his father used to visit when he was a child. There was a beer in his hand, he noticed, and he realized he was sitting...in what looked like one of his own lanai chairs. Danny sat in a chair beside him, taking a sip of his own beer. Disoriented, it was a moment before Steve could speak.
"What?" He said again, confused.
"I know you've got kind of a limited vocabulary, Steven, but this is bad even for you."
Steve stared at him.
"How? Am I...am I dreaming?"
Danny didn't answer, he just took another sip of his beer.
"Danny, what the hell is going on?"
"You're a reservist," Danny said after a considering silence, "So I'll put this into language you'll understand. I'm being redeployed."
Steve searched his partner's face, but while Danny normally showed so much of everything he was feeling in his face, in his posture, in his voice, right now he gave away nothing.
"I don't understand."
"You believe in guardian angels, Steve?" Danny asked. His voice seemed serious, so Steve answered the question seriously.
"What, you mean ones that watch over us, keep us safe?" Steve considered. "No."
"Good," Danny said with a nod, pitching his empty into the darkness, "'Cause it's bullshit. But like a lot of bullshit, there's some truth in it."
"Millennia ago, humanity was young and stupid and vulnerable, but God had a Plan for you. He put angels on Earth to keep an eye on mankind. Only, He picked angels for that duty who cared about humans, and some of them cared too much. They gave humans knowledge they weren't ready to have. Some of them even had human wives, and fraternization was a big no-no. And, for their Antediluvian screw-ups, they were punished. Their connection to Heaven was stripped, and they were sent to Earth to be born in human form, scattered throughout all the different eras of human existence, to be stupid and vulnerable along with you."
Steve found himself staring at Danny as he spoke. There was a hint of a smile on his partner's face, but it didn't meet his eyes. There was nothing in those eyes.
"Now, the Plan had a lot to do with this dust-up that was supposed to happen between Lucifer and the Archangel Michael. Winner-take all. Only the collateral damage..." Danny's head tilted back, the smile on his face twisting wryly. "Well, let's just say it would have made the irradiation of Chernobyl look like an unfortunate misfire."
"And the crazy thing," Danny said, "The really funny thing, Steve, is that it was supposed to happen last year. Only someone stopped it. And now that the Plan is shot, well, Heaven doesn't have a clue what to do with itself, and some of the angels—the ruling regime of angels—still want the closure."
Danny paused, looking over to Steve as though making sure he was still following.
"The...man we met on the road is called Castiel. He is one of the few angels who wants to see this whole mad machine keep on ticking. His faction is...not popular. He doesn't have the numbers or the power that Raphael does, and that's bad, Steve. That's very bad. For you and every hairless ape on this planet."
"He needed...back up." Steve managed, finding his voice after too much silence. Danny's smile pulled into a smirk.
"Welcome to the conversation. Yeah. I guess you could say that."
"So..." Steve felt like he was drifting, cut loose, like he had no ground to stand on. "Danno, what does that mean? Where are you going? Are you coming back?"
"Where's kind of tricky." Danny said. "I'll be fighting a war across dimensions Hawking couldn't even dream of. As for the other..."
Danny frowned, an emotion dancing in his eyes that while alien, at least seemed real.
"I'm coming back," He answered with a certainty so concrete it could have shattered glass. "Danny Williams is supposed to die of old age surrounded by Grace and all her kids—or getting his ass blown up putting up with your nonsense. That's my plan, and I for one intend to do everything inhumanly possible to see it through. I won't lie, it's not going to be easy. I don't even know how I'll manage it, but that's the plan."
He looked at Steve, then, with a gentle smile—or a close approximation of what one would look like if it really was Danny sitting there.
"Don't think of this as 'goodbye'. Think of it as 'aloha'."
Steve wanted to argue, to ask more questions, to beg more time. He wanted it more than anything, but it was at that moment he woke up.
Sunlight was streaming through a gap in the closed curtains. Lying uncomfortably on the couch in Danny's apartment, Steve was disoriented before he remembered why he was there. Checking his phone, he found a text from Chin. There was still no sign from Danny, no word, no trace of him. As he remembered his dream, a tightness twisted in his chest. He wanted so badly to know that his partner was alright...he guessed his mind had just manufactured an explanation for his disappearance.
It was only as he sat, trying to decide his next step in searching for Danny that he looked over and saw that one of photographs that had been sitting on the side table had been taken out of it's frame. The one of Grace. It was missing.
End?
Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three
Author's Note: Believe it or not, "Danael"is not only the name of an angel, but in the Book of Enoch the name of one of the Irin—"Watchers"—who were "bound to the valleys of the earth" for getting too close to humanity. Given the characterization of angels on Supernatural, and their usual condescending perception of humans, I thought that Danny's nicknames for his daughter and his partner—"monkey" and "Neanderthal"—not to mention Grace's name itself were just too much of a coincidence not to combine it into a fic.
