Okay, this got too long for me to fuck with comments, so here's a ~relevant part. Read the rest here (http://templemarker.livejournal.com/25827.html)!
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"Hi Danny," Steve said, and Danny rolled his eyes.
"Spit it out," he said. "Whatever it is, we're not high schoolers with dramatic secrets. You've been dancing around telling me something all day, so just suck it up, Army Ranger, and do it."
Steve's eyes narrowed. "The fucking Army—okay. Okay, I don't care about that, I'm going to let that go, but I wanted to ask you something."
Danny waved his hand in the air. "So…?"
"Funny you should mention high school," Steve said, sounding like he was chewing out the words, "because I just got my high school reunion notice in the mail, and I was wondering if you'd, uh. Go with me."
Danny raised an eyebrow. "The venerable Steve McGarrett goes to his high school reunion?"
Steve looked pained. "I'm obligated," he said. "I could always use being out of the state as an excuse, but this time Allie Han made me promise. She sicced her twin boys on me. It was bad—I didn't have any choice but to say yes."
"Torture by toddlers," Danny said. "I'm familiar. But why me? Why can't you just go by yourself, have a drink, shake a couple of hands, and exfiltrate from the roof?"
Steve hesitated, but then seemed to commit to going through with it. "There's this…woman." He sighed, and it sounded long-suffering. "Michelle. She, uh. Had a thing for me in high school. And she heard I was back in town, I guess someone put that link from the paper on Facebook or something, and she's been. Well."
"Trying to chase you up so she can tie you down," Danny supplied, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow.
Steve shifted uncomfortably and leaned against the doorframe. "Something like that. I just thought that—maybe if she thought I was taken, you know, unavailable—"
"Really unavailable," Danny said, with a grin.
Steve answered with a small smile of his own. "That's the idea," he said, blowing out a breath in one long rush. "So. What do you think?"
Danny pretended to give it a moment's thought, but he couldn't hold it, he just laughed and swung his bag over his shoulder, clapping Steve's back as he left his office. "Okay, McGarrett," he said, betting he looked just this shy of evil if Steve's vaguely panicked look was any indication. "I'll be your fake boyfriend for a night to save you from the Fury."
save face, Danny/Steve, fake boyfriends
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"Hi Danny," Steve said, and Danny rolled his eyes.
"Spit it out," he said. "Whatever it is, we're not high schoolers with dramatic secrets. You've been dancing around telling me something all day, so just suck it up, Army Ranger, and do it."
Steve's eyes narrowed. "The fucking Army—okay. Okay, I don't care about that, I'm going to let that go, but I wanted to ask you something."
Danny waved his hand in the air. "So…?"
"Funny you should mention high school," Steve said, sounding like he was chewing out the words, "because I just got my high school reunion notice in the mail, and I was wondering if you'd, uh. Go with me."
Danny raised an eyebrow. "The venerable Steve McGarrett goes to his high school reunion?"
Steve looked pained. "I'm obligated," he said. "I could always use being out of the state as an excuse, but this time Allie Han made me promise. She sicced her twin boys on me. It was bad—I didn't have any choice but to say yes."
"Torture by toddlers," Danny said. "I'm familiar. But why me? Why can't you just go by yourself, have a drink, shake a couple of hands, and exfiltrate from the roof?"
Steve hesitated, but then seemed to commit to going through with it. "There's this…woman." He sighed, and it sounded long-suffering. "Michelle. She, uh. Had a thing for me in high school. And she heard I was back in town, I guess someone put that link from the paper on Facebook or something, and she's been. Well."
"Trying to chase you up so she can tie you down," Danny supplied, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow.
Steve shifted uncomfortably and leaned against the doorframe. "Something like that. I just thought that—maybe if she thought I was taken, you know, unavailable—"
"Really unavailable," Danny said, with a grin.
Steve answered with a small smile of his own. "That's the idea," he said, blowing out a breath in one long rush. "So. What do you think?"
Danny pretended to give it a moment's thought, but he couldn't hold it, he just laughed and swung his bag over his shoulder, clapping Steve's back as he left his office. "Okay, McGarrett," he said, betting he looked just this shy of evil if Steve's vaguely panicked look was any indication. "I'll be your fake boyfriend for a night to save you from the Fury."