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helsinkibabyTitle: Miniatures
Author: helsinkibaby
Fandom: Hawaii Five 0
Pairing: Danny/Kono
Rating:PG
Word Count: tbc
Spoilers: None
Notes: For the cotton candy bingo prompt "miniatures"
Summary: Kono wakes up in a hospital bed.
Struggling to wakefulness, the first thing Kono notices when she opens her eyes is how bright the sunshine is. It hurts her eyes so she screws them shut again, waiting until the daggers stop stabbing her brain before she tries to process anything else. When she's able to countenance doing that, she realises that her mouth is dry, and she tries to lick her lips but that doesn't work; if anything, it leaves her feeling even worse.
There's movement beside her though, the squeak of a chair being pushed across the tiled floor assaulting her ears like the sunshine assaulted her eyes and then there's a hand on hers, another moving through her hair. "Kono, can you hear me?" Her husband's voice, full of worry, almost fear and she doesn't like Danny sounding like that, wants to stop it so she tries to open her eyes but it's just so damn bright. "Kono, baby, it's ok...I'm here..."
She manages to make her fingers move, squeezing his and the strangled sob of relief and laughter that erupts from Danny galvanises her into action. Prying open her eyes, she looks across at Danny. He looks like hell; hair mussed and unkempt, tie loosened, shirt rumpled. She wants to ask him what the hell has happened, because she'd really like to know how she came to be lying in a hospital bed, but she has more important things to worry about right now. "Water," she croaks, and Danny doesn't have to be asked twice, grabbing a glass with a straw sticking out of it which he brings to her lips and she gulps it greedily.
"Hey, slowly," he orders, taking the straw from her, placing the glass back on the table beside them. "You don't want to be sick..."
Kono knows she should be grateful that he has her best interests at heart but once again she has other things to worry about because her hand has found her stomach and finding it, if not perfectly flat, then considerably less round than it should be, her heart sees to stop for a moment before lurching painfully back to life. "Danny..." she says urgently and he holds up his free hand as if warding off any questions that she might have.
"Kono, listen to me, you're going to be fine..."
"Danny, the baby..." She panicking, tears springing to her eyes, rising in her throat, choking any other words that might try to come out.
"Sssh, sssh, he's ok..."
"A boy?" Kono seizes on the pronoun, smiling despite everything. "We have a son?"
Danny nods with a grin that threatens to split his face wide open. "A little boy... little being the word... three pounds, two ounces, he's up in the NICU..." Kono closes her eyes, letting the panic ebb away, letting the relief take over. "I'll take you up there in a little while."
Kono lies there for a moment, eyes closed and when she opens them again, Danny's hands finds her cheek, traces a path down to her chin then back up again. He's looking at her the way that he looks at her when he doesn't know she's looking, that look that says he thinks she's the most amazing thing he's ever seen, that he can't quite believe she's there, that she's real, that she loves him. There's something more there too, though; something that was never there before. Something that looks an awful lot like fear.
Kono's been kidnapped, shot at, beaten up, actually shot, all on the job, but never once has Danny looked at her like that.
She's not so sure she wants to know what put that look into his eyes but she has to ask. "What happened?"
Danny chuckles without humour. "You hemorrhaged, Kono," he tells her quietly. "Right there in the middle of 5-0 headquarters... one minute we were standing around the screen, tracking down leads, the next you were on the floor and the blood..." He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, as if trying to stop the words and the images both. "I thought I'd lost you both."
Kono wants to hug him, tries to sit up but her limbs feel too sluggish, too heavy to move. Danny knows, though, what she's trying to do and he leans in, presses a kiss to her lips, leans his forehead against hers and takes a deep breath. "I love you," he whispers and she forces her hand to move, lays it against his cheek.
"I love you too."
They stay like that for a long moment and when Danny straightens up, he is wiping his eyes. "So, I, uh, I have a picture." He takes his phone from his shirt pocket, presses the screen and seconds later, a tiny baby appears on screen. A month premature, he is perfectly formed, fist up to his lips, tufts of blond hair sticking up crazily. A sob escapes Kono's lips. "He looks just like you."
Danny's cheeks flush red and he shakes his head but she knows him well enough to know that he's delighted. "That's what Grace says," he admits.
"I want to call him that...Daniel," she adds when he looks at her, confused. "I know we said no juniors, but..."
Danny shakes his head. "Kono, after the last few days, you can call him whatever you like." A pause as he realises what he's said, because choosing a name had been a bone of contention and she'd been angling for Duke, only half in jest. "Almost. Almost whatever you like." He swipes a finger across the screen of the phone. "And look at this..."
He holds the phone for her and this time Kono can only smile. The baby...Daniel... is in the incubator still, and beside him, staring down at him, is a little girl who Kono knows to be three years old, her dark hair and eyes a miniature of Kono's own. Under her arm is a teddy bear and Kono doesn't need to hear Danny's words to know why it's there. "Keauna bringing her baby brother a present."
Kono closes her eyes, takes a deep breath. "I want to see them, Danny... I want my babies."
Danny envelopes her in a hug, presses his lips to her forehead. "Soon," he promises. "Soon."
Kono looks again at the picture, those two miniatures of herself and Danny and she thinks that soon can't come soon enough.
Author: helsinkibaby
Fandom: Hawaii Five 0
Pairing: Danny/Kono
Rating:PG
Word Count: tbc
Spoilers: None
Notes: For the cotton candy bingo prompt "miniatures"
Summary: Kono wakes up in a hospital bed.
Struggling to wakefulness, the first thing Kono notices when she opens her eyes is how bright the sunshine is. It hurts her eyes so she screws them shut again, waiting until the daggers stop stabbing her brain before she tries to process anything else. When she's able to countenance doing that, she realises that her mouth is dry, and she tries to lick her lips but that doesn't work; if anything, it leaves her feeling even worse.
There's movement beside her though, the squeak of a chair being pushed across the tiled floor assaulting her ears like the sunshine assaulted her eyes and then there's a hand on hers, another moving through her hair. "Kono, can you hear me?" Her husband's voice, full of worry, almost fear and she doesn't like Danny sounding like that, wants to stop it so she tries to open her eyes but it's just so damn bright. "Kono, baby, it's ok...I'm here..."
She manages to make her fingers move, squeezing his and the strangled sob of relief and laughter that erupts from Danny galvanises her into action. Prying open her eyes, she looks across at Danny. He looks like hell; hair mussed and unkempt, tie loosened, shirt rumpled. She wants to ask him what the hell has happened, because she'd really like to know how she came to be lying in a hospital bed, but she has more important things to worry about right now. "Water," she croaks, and Danny doesn't have to be asked twice, grabbing a glass with a straw sticking out of it which he brings to her lips and she gulps it greedily.
"Hey, slowly," he orders, taking the straw from her, placing the glass back on the table beside them. "You don't want to be sick..."
Kono knows she should be grateful that he has her best interests at heart but once again she has other things to worry about because her hand has found her stomach and finding it, if not perfectly flat, then considerably less round than it should be, her heart sees to stop for a moment before lurching painfully back to life. "Danny..." she says urgently and he holds up his free hand as if warding off any questions that she might have.
"Kono, listen to me, you're going to be fine..."
"Danny, the baby..." She panicking, tears springing to her eyes, rising in her throat, choking any other words that might try to come out.
"Sssh, sssh, he's ok..."
"A boy?" Kono seizes on the pronoun, smiling despite everything. "We have a son?"
Danny nods with a grin that threatens to split his face wide open. "A little boy... little being the word... three pounds, two ounces, he's up in the NICU..." Kono closes her eyes, letting the panic ebb away, letting the relief take over. "I'll take you up there in a little while."
Kono lies there for a moment, eyes closed and when she opens them again, Danny's hands finds her cheek, traces a path down to her chin then back up again. He's looking at her the way that he looks at her when he doesn't know she's looking, that look that says he thinks she's the most amazing thing he's ever seen, that he can't quite believe she's there, that she's real, that she loves him. There's something more there too, though; something that was never there before. Something that looks an awful lot like fear.
Kono's been kidnapped, shot at, beaten up, actually shot, all on the job, but never once has Danny looked at her like that.
She's not so sure she wants to know what put that look into his eyes but she has to ask. "What happened?"
Danny chuckles without humour. "You hemorrhaged, Kono," he tells her quietly. "Right there in the middle of 5-0 headquarters... one minute we were standing around the screen, tracking down leads, the next you were on the floor and the blood..." He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, as if trying to stop the words and the images both. "I thought I'd lost you both."
Kono wants to hug him, tries to sit up but her limbs feel too sluggish, too heavy to move. Danny knows, though, what she's trying to do and he leans in, presses a kiss to her lips, leans his forehead against hers and takes a deep breath. "I love you," he whispers and she forces her hand to move, lays it against his cheek.
"I love you too."
They stay like that for a long moment and when Danny straightens up, he is wiping his eyes. "So, I, uh, I have a picture." He takes his phone from his shirt pocket, presses the screen and seconds later, a tiny baby appears on screen. A month premature, he is perfectly formed, fist up to his lips, tufts of blond hair sticking up crazily. A sob escapes Kono's lips. "He looks just like you."
Danny's cheeks flush red and he shakes his head but she knows him well enough to know that he's delighted. "That's what Grace says," he admits.
"I want to call him that...Daniel," she adds when he looks at her, confused. "I know we said no juniors, but..."
Danny shakes his head. "Kono, after the last few days, you can call him whatever you like." A pause as he realises what he's said, because choosing a name had been a bone of contention and she'd been angling for Duke, only half in jest. "Almost. Almost whatever you like." He swipes a finger across the screen of the phone. "And look at this..."
He holds the phone for her and this time Kono can only smile. The baby...Daniel... is in the incubator still, and beside him, staring down at him, is a little girl who Kono knows to be three years old, her dark hair and eyes a miniature of Kono's own. Under her arm is a teddy bear and Kono doesn't need to hear Danny's words to know why it's there. "Keauna bringing her baby brother a present."
Kono closes her eyes, takes a deep breath. "I want to see them, Danny... I want my babies."
Danny envelopes her in a hug, presses his lips to her forehead. "Soon," he promises. "Soon."
Kono looks again at the picture, those two miniatures of herself and Danny and she thinks that soon can't come soon enough.
