#Oh Steve . my sweet sweet Steve. of course he gonna look out for his Danno

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Sicktember 24: “I Need You to Pull Over.”

S. McGarrett/D. Williams/Hawaii 5-0

Thanks for the RP Xav!

Danny’s left hand flew to his mouth as that all-too-familiar sensation of nausea intensified. His right hand, white-knuckled, was anchored against the dashboard. “I need you to pull over, Steve,” he croaked. “NOW!” He should’ve known better than to come to work when he was dealing with the tail-end of the stomach flu. Of course, the maniac was going to cause mayhem. And Danny really didn’t want to puke out his guts in front of that barbarian. Especially not in his freshly cleaned car.

“Wait a few Danno we almost got this guy!” Steve shouted back. “I… don’t think you understand, Steve.” He turned his head toward the driver’s seat. Of course, he would probably regret vomiting in that direction the next time he had to drive, but it would be sweet revenge if it ended up in Steve’s lap. “Forget this guy… I… need… OUT.” 

Steve glanced over at his partner and the light bulb finally lit. “OH…! Don’t puke in the car, Danno!” He slowed down and headed for the side of the road. Danny lurched out of the car just in time and lost his cookies. All of ‘em. When he was finally finished, his knees felt wobbly, and he had to grab hold of the car to ease himself back inside. 

Steve was there with a towel from his go-bag and a bottle of water. He never said a word, just handed them over silently. 

Danny wiped at his face and took a drink of the water. “Thanks, Pal.” He fastened his seat belt and leaned back in his seat. “Nice ‘n slow… take me home.” 

“You’re comin’ to my place where I can keep an eye on you. Obviously, you came back too soon. Not gonna let that happen again. Just relax. I’ll give you a nice smooth ride.”

Danny’s eyes drifted closed. He wanted to argue, but he felt too crappy. He would just go with it. Still… he wasn’t so sure he trusted Steve to keep that promise of a nice smooth ride. He gripped the door handle tightly, just in case, and prayed that the drug smuggler they had been chasing wouldn’t show up again.

Steve eased the Camaro into gear and to Danny’s shock, kept the car at or under the speed limit all the way back to the house, thus proving he could drive like a normal human being when he wanted to. “We’re home, partner.”

“I’m gonna remember that buddy.” Danny was still sitting in his seat, eyes closed, but his grip on the door handle had loosened.

Steve grinned. “You want me to carry you over the threshold there, princess? Or are you gonna get outta the car on your own?”

“I’m movin’, I’m movin’.” Danny opened the door and stepped out. His knees were still wobbly, and he held onto the car for a minute to get his balance. “Aren’t you curious what I’m gonna remember?” 

“My good looks and attentiveness to you in your time of need?” “Don’t make me hurl again.” Danny felt the nausea building. Damn… why couldn’t he shake this bug?! “No… I’m gonna remember you know how to drive like something other than a maniac.” 

“Ha! Won’t do you any good. I’ll deny it to my dying breath.”

Danny reached to grab Steve’s arm. “Gimme my keys. Drive your own damn car.” The movement threw him off balance and he almost ended up on the ground. “Just get me inside and on the couch, pal.” 

“Why should I drive my truck when your Camaro is so much faster and convenient? Besides, you like being chauffeured around and you know it. And you can’t drive in your condition anyway.” This monologue was spoken the whole time Steve was practically carrying Danny inside the house and onto the couch. He placed a pillow under Danny’s head and a blanket over him.

“Puke bucket,” Danny said. His eyes were already closed again.

“I’m getting it. Gimme a second.” Said bucket was placed strategically near Danny a few moments later, and Steve went to the kitchen to pour his partner some 7-UP.

When Steve brought the glass out to him, Danny tried to sit up a little. He looked at it, then squinted up at Steve. “Didja stir it up? It’s gotta be flat.” 

“Picky, picky.” Steve sighed, then used the straw to stir the drink. “There, happy?”

“I just puked my guts out on the side of the road. No, I’m not happy. But this’ll help the nausea better this way. I learned that when Grace was sick a couple weeks ago.” Danny sipped the 7 UP through the straw and grimaced slightly. He didn’t like it flat, but he knew it would help more.

Later that evening, Steve got Danny ready for bed and headed upstairs himself. He didn’t mind an early evening once in a while. The following morning, he got up to check on Danny.

He found Danny in the kitchen making pancakes. “Good morning, sleepyhead. I was starting to wonder if I needed to blast an air horn at your door to wake you up or something.” 

Steve gingerly shook his head. “No, I’m fine. But I think I’ll skip the pancakes this morning. I’m running late for work. Look, I think it would be best if I leave the Camaro here for you. My truck isn’t running right. It needs a ring job. I called Kono. She’s gonna pick me up.”

Danny frowned. “Skipping my pancakes? Hang on… Steve, you look a little green.” 

Just then Kono pulled up, and Steve headed out the door before Danny could get any further.

They got halfway to the Palace when it hit. Steve looked over at Kono… “I need you to pull over…NOW!” 

The End