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Danny 'Danno' Williams ([personal profile] hatesparadise) wrote2020-12-14 11:06 am

That's Still Classified (Bagram AFB), Afghanistan - Monday Afternoon Fandom Time

After Cath's phonecall, Danny had used that guaranteed portal thingy from 'Santa' to get back home in time to both contact Joe White and raise enough of a stink with Naval command using every tiny fraction of leverage he'd earned on Five-0 to get himself put on a military transport out to Afghanistan.

Which, on the multiple hour long trip with some moderately confused soldiers, he'd started to think might have been a bad idea. But they'd taken his Intel at face value (probably because of Joe) and Steve had been rescued from a situation that made Danny's stomach clench and breathing become difficult if he thought about it for any length of time.

And there'd been plenty of time while he waited to be allowed to see him in the infirmary. Thank God he was still Steve's primary emergency contact.

[for the guy]
grenadesandohana: (neu: blue shirt)

[personal profile] grenadesandohana 2020-12-15 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Probably as hard as Steve wasn't thinking about the slight swipe of a sword mark on the back of his neck. Compared to the rest of it, it was hardly a wound.

"When are they kicking us out of here?"
grenadesandohana: (neg: wait what)

[personal profile] grenadesandohana 2020-12-15 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Steve slanted his eyes at him. "Didn't know if you'd figured that out yet. They'll get bored and wander off in a few weeks."

Steve generally helped them along by finding them as they shadowed him and staring them down for being bad at their jobs.
grenadesandohana: (neu: staring plus green)

[personal profile] grenadesandohana 2020-12-15 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
It was an indication of some degree of self-awareness that Steve didn't choose this moment to protest that he was always safe.

"Roger that," he said instead, closing his eyes for a quick break that was going to turn into a drug-induced nap if he wasn't careful.

"Nice jacket," he added.
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[personal profile] grenadesandohana 2020-12-15 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Steve moved his hand so that his fingers covered Danny's, then gave them a friendly squeeze. "Thought you'd be thrilled I ditched the cargo pants."
grenadesandohana: (neg: are you damaged or something)

[personal profile] grenadesandohana 2020-12-15 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Air Force ones aren't as good," Steve said, eyes drifting closed again.
grenadesandohana: (neg: this is my fuck it face)

[personal profile] grenadesandohana 2020-12-15 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Steve smiled as he fell back asleep.

The doctor--as doctors do--bustled in seven minutes later and did enough poking and prodding to wake him back up again.

"You're on the next transport back to Hickam," she said, "and we, frankly, would like to never see you again, Commander."
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[personal profile] grenadesandohana 2020-12-15 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
The doctor's eyes flicked over curiously to Danny. "Probably," she agreed. "And make sure he uses the sling for his arm or else it won't heal correctly."

She'd dealt with a lot of Special Forces testosterone.

Steve looked mulish about that.
grenadesandohana: (mcdanno: staring)

[personal profile] grenadesandohana 2020-12-15 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, Danny."
grenadesandohana: (mcdanno: arguing)

[personal profile] grenadesandohana 2020-12-15 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve shot Danny a betrayed look as the the doctor chuckled. "We'll see."

That was no.