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Title: The Edge of Forever
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Pairing: Steve/Danny, past Danny/Rachel
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: As a mother, my heart broke for Danny at the end of E Malama. It was obvious that his heart was breaking over having to stand there and watch his daughter walk away with another man and know that he can't keep her safe and that he's not the one she'll run to in the middle of the night when she has a nightmare. Hold mouse over highlighted text for translations.
Sequel/Series: The Edge of Forever
Summary: Danny has issues with letting Grace stay where he can't fully protect her. Steve tries to help.


Danny's POV:

"Love you, Danno," Grace says and it brings tears to my eyes. She hasn't said it in a while and it reminds of a simpler time, back when Rachel and I were still together and it was easier for me to protect them both.

"I love you, too," I reply, pulling her into a hug and lowering my head to press a kiss to the top of her beloved head.

Sooner than I want, she's pulling back and I have to let her go, however reluctant I am to do so. As she steps back, I let my hands linger just a bit and I know that no one will have any objections about it, not after what happened today. If they do, well then, fuck them. Grace may not be of my direct line but that doesn't mean she's any less my daughter. I'm the person she's always known as 'Dad', I was in the delivery room when she was born. I was the first person to hold her. I'm her father in every way that counts.

But even knowing that, it still hurts to watch her turn and place her hand into the hand of another man, to watch her smile at him and walk away from me with him. To know that it's to him she'll run if she has a bad dream in the middle of the night. Every fiber of my being is screaming at me to just snatch her up and run to Ardeth's village where I would know for certain that she'd be safe because I'd be there to protect her.

Rachel and I share a look before she closes the door and I climb into my car knowing that there's nothing I can do short of petitioning the court for primary custody but I know that my job and living situation would not have the verdict coming down in my favor. So I try and remember that I trust Rachel to actually protect our child and that she is a pretty good judge of character, her choice of sperm donor notwithstanding, and she wouldn't have ever let Stan anywhere near Grace if she felt he could in any way be a threat to her.

But telling myself that doesn't do a fucking thing.

These last several months with Steve have gone a long way toward improving my outlook in life. Well, Steve combined with Grace. I'm still angry about being Turned Without Consent but for Grace, and Steve, I'm starting to accept it. Yes, I know it's one thousand two hundred and ten years too late, but I am trying. Grace is the reason I stopped fighting Steve. She deserves a father who can show her the joy in living and until Steve forced himself back into my life, that wasn't something I could do.

I have no idea where I'm headed, just driving aimlessly as I try and clear my head, but I'm not surprised to find myself pulling into the drive of Steve's house. Even when he was my property I felt safest when he was near. Parking behind his truck, I turn off the engine and sit for a minute just staring off into space.

Even though I know that the Bond is getting stronger and we can feel each other's emotions, I've never really paid much attention to it. I remember being totally distracted by his emotions back when we first Bonded and so this time I've forced myself to just ignore it. But not today. Today I need to feel what he's feeling; I need to know if he shares my fear for Grace's safety. And so I allow my end of the Bond to open and search him out.

What I feel has me chuckling softly and getting out of the car to head inside the house and up to his bedroom and into the bathroom where I can see his silhouette against the shower curtain. He's leaning on his hands which are braced against the wall so that the shower pounds down on the back of his neck. He looks completely wrecked and if what I'm feeling from him is any indication, it's because of what I went through today.

Like a bolt out of the blue, I get it. I finally get what he's been trying to tell me for over twelve hundred years. He really can't close his end of the Bond and can always feel my emotions. Oh, maybe not in years past when the Bond was close to dying, but certainly now with it being strengthened on a daily basis. When he needed no distractions in order to find and rescue a witness, he had to filter out the anger, hurt and fear pouring from me to him. But he also wouldn't have it any other way. He enjoys being able to feel my emotions after centuries of not being able to.

Stripping quickly, I slip into the shower behind him and slide my arms around his waist. Bending forward, I press a kiss to his back between his shoulder blades, then turn my face and rest my cheek against his skin.

He straightens up and wraps his arms over mine, squeezing a bit in comfort. I shift my position so that my head is more on his shoulder and feel him rub his chin against the top of my head.

"You okay, Babe?" he asks softly, despite knowing that I'm not.

I close my eyes and chew my lip. "No," I mumble, turning my head to rub my nose against the muscle and bone of his shoulder. "It should be me. Not him. Me!"

Steve has never been good at just listening. At least not with me. He seems to always want to fix whatever the problem is but he surprises me today by not saying anything to my outburst. He just rubs one hand along one of my arms in a soothing gesture and waits for me to speak again.

"I know she's not really mine but that doesn't matter. My name is on her birth certificate, her name is mine. In the eyes of the law, she's my daughter. And yet I'm not the one who's there at night. I'm not the one putting her to bed, feeding her breakfast, comforting her should she have a nightmare. But it should be!"
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