H50 Round Robin Ficlet: Diplomatic Duties
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Title: Diplomatic Duties
Author:dreamersdare, kat_lair, pushkin666
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Pairing: Danny/Steve
Tags: Ficlet, Round Robin, Alternate Universe - Space, Bickering, Established Relationship
Rating: T
Word count: 746
Summary: Steve forgets to share key intel. Danny is not amused.
Author notes: We had a threeway fandom date and, in time-honoured tradition, wrote some round robins. If you can guess who wrote which part you will win... uhh, bragging rights?
Diplomatic Duties on AO3
“Danno—”
Danny holds up one hand, a sharp gesture that slices through the air, and he has no idea what expression is on his face, but it’s enough to sever Steve’s sentence just as cleanly. He’s not mad about it; he’s heard enough sentences that start with his name in that particular placating tone to recognise an incoming plea or excuse he’s got no interest in hearing.
He is mad though. Fucking McGarrett.
“Don’t Danno me,” he says, a hint of Jersey bleeding in around the edges of his syllables, and he watches Steve’s eyes narrow, the almost unnoticeable – to anyone who isn’t Danny – tic in his jaw, as his demeanour shifts from apologetic to assessing between one twanged consonant and the next. “I’m pissed at you. You understand that, right? This is not something you can McGarrett your way out of.”
Steve blinks. “You don’t think you’re over-reacting?” he says, with a sceptical edge that sends sparks ricocheting across Danny’s barely-held temper.
“Over-reacting?” he echoes, louder and brasher than Steve’s original question. “Of course that’s your first answer, I don’t know why I even imagined that you might possibly take some responsibility for this. Tell me something, Steven, do you ever even consider the possibility that the reason someone is mad at you is because you fucked up.”
Steve crosses his arms, biceps barely contained by the sleeves of his usual too-tight-to-actually-be-his-size t-shirt. “I forgot,” he says. “That’s different. I didn’t do this on purpose.”
“Oh, I’m well aware.” Danny can do the body-language communication too. He’s fucking trained. And he doesn’t mean the police here. He puts his hand on his hips and pokes an angry finger in Steve’s direction, in a gesture reminiscent Grandma Williams at her most irate. “If I thought for one second that you’d chosen not to tell me about our visitors, we would be having an entirely different conversation. In fact,” he continues, leaning closer, ignoring Steve’s attempts to use his height for looming, entirely unintimidated by it, “we would not be having any kind of conversation at all because I would have left you to deal with this mess on your own.”
That makes something like panic spark in Steve’s eyes. Good. The fucker deserves it. “Danno—” It comes out pleading this time. Even better.
“You owe me,” Danny declares. “I’m talking ‘as of yet unnamed favour that I will collect whenever I please and you will live in trepidation of’ owe me.”
Steve winces but doesn’t argue.
Danny nods in satisfaction. “Right. Let’s go deal with the Xenolian delegation then. I hope you’ve at least got their meatsuits ready because I am not hiding those little purple dudes under my shirt again. They’re handsy.”
As Danny moves to take his place alongside Steve, he sees the way that Steve’s lips turn upwards. “And you can take that grin off your face right now. You may be Commander McGarrett once we get inside, but you and I know full well that without Kono and her magic with the warp drive we’re not going anywhere anytime soon, and no matter how handsy they might have been with me last time it’s nothing on how they were with Chin, and the last thing we need is a pissed off engineer.
Danny watches as Steve furrows his brow. “You’re right,” he says. “I had forgotten about that as well. Or maybe ‘repressed’ is a better word. And they specifically asked for Chin to be part of the honour guard when we dock with Governor Jameson’s ship. There’s no way I can really get him out of that without causing a diplomatic incident.”
Danny smacks him on the arm. “When you start worrying about diplomatic incidents, I know that you’re getting old babe and it’s not just the silver hair proving that.” He grins at Steve’s glare. “Come on” he tells him. “Let’s get this over with. Kono will be fine once you’ve gifted her with at least six bottles of Golden Eldritch Moonshine, and Chin will enjoy the flirting if nothing else. And as for you,” he leans closer so that only Steve can hear him. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t know which galaxy we’re in from all the stars you’re seeing.”
By this time, they’ve reached the doors leading to the shuttle bay, and Danny stands back as the doors slide open. “After you, Commander McGarrett,” he says. “And just keep thinking about what I’ve promised you.”
***
Title: Diplomatic Duties
Author:
dreamersdare, kat_lair, pushkin666 Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Pairing: Danny/Steve
Tags: Ficlet, Round Robin, Alternate Universe - Space, Bickering, Established Relationship
Rating: T
Word count: 746
Summary: Steve forgets to share key intel. Danny is not amused.
Author notes: We had a threeway fandom date and, in time-honoured tradition, wrote some round robins. If you can guess who wrote which part you will win... uhh, bragging rights?
Diplomatic Duties on AO3
“Danno—”
Danny holds up one hand, a sharp gesture that slices through the air, and he has no idea what expression is on his face, but it’s enough to sever Steve’s sentence just as cleanly. He’s not mad about it; he’s heard enough sentences that start with his name in that particular placating tone to recognise an incoming plea or excuse he’s got no interest in hearing.
He is mad though. Fucking McGarrett.
“Don’t Danno me,” he says, a hint of Jersey bleeding in around the edges of his syllables, and he watches Steve’s eyes narrow, the almost unnoticeable – to anyone who isn’t Danny – tic in his jaw, as his demeanour shifts from apologetic to assessing between one twanged consonant and the next. “I’m pissed at you. You understand that, right? This is not something you can McGarrett your way out of.”
Steve blinks. “You don’t think you’re over-reacting?” he says, with a sceptical edge that sends sparks ricocheting across Danny’s barely-held temper.
“Over-reacting?” he echoes, louder and brasher than Steve’s original question. “Of course that’s your first answer, I don’t know why I even imagined that you might possibly take some responsibility for this. Tell me something, Steven, do you ever even consider the possibility that the reason someone is mad at you is because you fucked up.”
Steve crosses his arms, biceps barely contained by the sleeves of his usual too-tight-to-actually-be-his-size t-shirt. “I forgot,” he says. “That’s different. I didn’t do this on purpose.”
“Oh, I’m well aware.” Danny can do the body-language communication too. He’s fucking trained. And he doesn’t mean the police here. He puts his hand on his hips and pokes an angry finger in Steve’s direction, in a gesture reminiscent Grandma Williams at her most irate. “If I thought for one second that you’d chosen not to tell me about our visitors, we would be having an entirely different conversation. In fact,” he continues, leaning closer, ignoring Steve’s attempts to use his height for looming, entirely unintimidated by it, “we would not be having any kind of conversation at all because I would have left you to deal with this mess on your own.”
That makes something like panic spark in Steve’s eyes. Good. The fucker deserves it. “Danno—” It comes out pleading this time. Even better.
“You owe me,” Danny declares. “I’m talking ‘as of yet unnamed favour that I will collect whenever I please and you will live in trepidation of’ owe me.”
Steve winces but doesn’t argue.
Danny nods in satisfaction. “Right. Let’s go deal with the Xenolian delegation then. I hope you’ve at least got their meatsuits ready because I am not hiding those little purple dudes under my shirt again. They’re handsy.”
As Danny moves to take his place alongside Steve, he sees the way that Steve’s lips turn upwards. “And you can take that grin off your face right now. You may be Commander McGarrett once we get inside, but you and I know full well that without Kono and her magic with the warp drive we’re not going anywhere anytime soon, and no matter how handsy they might have been with me last time it’s nothing on how they were with Chin, and the last thing we need is a pissed off engineer.
Danny watches as Steve furrows his brow. “You’re right,” he says. “I had forgotten about that as well. Or maybe ‘repressed’ is a better word. And they specifically asked for Chin to be part of the honour guard when we dock with Governor Jameson’s ship. There’s no way I can really get him out of that without causing a diplomatic incident.”
Danny smacks him on the arm. “When you start worrying about diplomatic incidents, I know that you’re getting old babe and it’s not just the silver hair proving that.” He grins at Steve’s glare. “Come on” he tells him. “Let’s get this over with. Kono will be fine once you’ve gifted her with at least six bottles of Golden Eldritch Moonshine, and Chin will enjoy the flirting if nothing else. And as for you,” he leans closer so that only Steve can hear him. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t know which galaxy we’re in from all the stars you’re seeing.”
By this time, they’ve reached the doors leading to the shuttle bay, and Danny stands back as the doors slide open. “After you, Commander McGarrett,” he says. “And just keep thinking about what I’ve promised you.”
***