Oh Sweet Ceiling Cat No No No No.....
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darth_stitchStill writing the next part of Sunlight, but this kinda snuck up on me so I'm letting it bounce around for a bit:
Danno & Baby SEAL
“Hey, you. You with the tie in your hands. Freeze!” Danny yells, putting on his best scowl.
Really, it should have worked – the scowl on his face and the barked command has gotten perps to wet their pants a few times. Hey, he was perfectly capable of doing the Scary Cop routine, with or without a certain Navy SEAL at his side.
However, this particular person happened to be immune.
“Oh God, no, don’t. Don’t put my tie in your mouth. Oh my God, seriously, what is it with you McGarretts and my ties? Huh? Is it genetic?” Danny carefully pries said aforementioned piece of clothing away from chubby fingers and glares.
He tries, anyway.
He just gets laughed at.
Of course, Danny can’t stay mad at him either. Not that he’s really angry in the first place. Babies tended to do that to a person. Especially when said baby happens to be Michael John McGarrett, is nearly a year old and happens to be the spitting image of his father Steve.
Despite the traumatic circumstances in which Michael had arrived into their lives, the little guy’s a sunshiny little soul, always ready with a cherubic version of his father’s sweet smile, especially when he’s spoken to. And Danny tends to do that a lot, since he’s firmly of the opinion that Steve still needs to work on his communication skills and the kid’s already got genetics going against him, so it’s up to Danny to work against that by providing a nurturing environment.
“See,” Danny explains to the kid, waving the tie in front of him. “This is an essential part of professional male attire. Okay? I don’t care if your father can rock the James Bond look sans tie – he’s a bad example, you shouldn’t be following in his footsteps. Much. What am I saying, you already have the girls falling all over you and you’re not even a year old yet!”
The baby giggles and nods as if he understands every word.
So far, that's what I've got. I know I'm screwed, okay? But I have to finish the other fic first and I have to explain how the hell Baby SEAL got here since none of my boys got pregnant and I have no intention of working MPREG into this universe.
Oy vei.
How is this my life?
Danno & Baby SEAL
“Hey, you. You with the tie in your hands. Freeze!” Danny yells, putting on his best scowl.
Really, it should have worked – the scowl on his face and the barked command has gotten perps to wet their pants a few times. Hey, he was perfectly capable of doing the Scary Cop routine, with or without a certain Navy SEAL at his side.
However, this particular person happened to be immune.
“Oh God, no, don’t. Don’t put my tie in your mouth. Oh my God, seriously, what is it with you McGarretts and my ties? Huh? Is it genetic?” Danny carefully pries said aforementioned piece of clothing away from chubby fingers and glares.
He tries, anyway.
He just gets laughed at.
Of course, Danny can’t stay mad at him either. Not that he’s really angry in the first place. Babies tended to do that to a person. Especially when said baby happens to be Michael John McGarrett, is nearly a year old and happens to be the spitting image of his father Steve.
Despite the traumatic circumstances in which Michael had arrived into their lives, the little guy’s a sunshiny little soul, always ready with a cherubic version of his father’s sweet smile, especially when he’s spoken to. And Danny tends to do that a lot, since he’s firmly of the opinion that Steve still needs to work on his communication skills and the kid’s already got genetics going against him, so it’s up to Danny to work against that by providing a nurturing environment.
“See,” Danny explains to the kid, waving the tie in front of him. “This is an essential part of professional male attire. Okay? I don’t care if your father can rock the James Bond look sans tie – he’s a bad example, you shouldn’t be following in his footsteps. Much. What am I saying, you already have the girls falling all over you and you’re not even a year old yet!”
The baby giggles and nods as if he understands every word.
So far, that's what I've got. I know I'm screwed, okay? But I have to finish the other fic first and I have to explain how the hell Baby SEAL got here since none of my boys got pregnant and I have no intention of working MPREG into this universe.
Oy vei.
How is this my life?
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Date: 2011-08-05 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-05 11:59 pm (UTC)Also, if Danny wasn't DONE before he got Steve in the dress uniform, Steve-With-Baby-SEAL finished him. :)
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Date: 2011-08-06 12:24 am (UTC)I'm sure the rest of the story is going to be so much fun too, though, especially with Danny snarking at Steve and Grace, Kono, and Spooky throwing in their two cents worth while Chin just hangs back and tries not to laugh at them all. ;-D
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Date: 2011-08-06 12:32 am (UTC)So Danny's going to snark because why does Steve get a break like that, huh? And Steve will waltz off to get the team snacks and will come home with a bakery's worth of malasadas, because you know, Grandma who runs the bakery can't help but coo over Daddy!Steve and Michael.
And Gracie, Kono and Spooky will rule over them all and Chin is like, the secret master of all things cool. :P
And then, you've got Uncle Morrie. XD
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Date: 2011-08-06 02:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-06 02:19 am (UTC)So Danny stares at this HUGE bag of pastries that Steve somehow manages to cart back to HQ, even though he had the baby with him and he's sure Gracie, Kono and Spooky are staring as well with hearts in their eyes.
Not for Steve, but for the sweet goodness.
And Chin's already reaching for his share, because Chin has his priorities straight.
"Jesus Christ, Steve - we said, bring home SOME food. Not the entire freakin' bakery!" said Danny weakly.
And Steve ducks his head bashfully in typical fashion and says, "I know, but Grandma Nina from the bakery wouldn't take no for an answer and Danno, she's kinda like your Mom in that respect and nobody ever says no to your mother."
The baby giggled in Steve's arms and waved happily. Michael tended to do that a lot, almost as if he already understood the conversations going around him.
And Kono of course, latches on to the obvious. "You mean, you and Mikey carted off all this loot for FREE?! For realsies?!"
"OMG ILU," said Spooky, forgoing English for the Language of Squee.
Grace had her mouth full already and offered her Dad a sugary grin.
Danny facepalmed. He could just see it. SEAL and Baby SEAL on a food run? No one was safe.
Also, he was a smart guy and: "Hey! Leave some for me you greedy animals! Come on!"
"Danny," Spooky said severely. "I have a uterus that's working overtime. Chocolate is a necessity hence I go homicidal on you all, even if Steve temporarily has the Baby of Immunity. So - DEAL."
"What she said," Kono said happily.
*end snip*
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Date: 2011-08-06 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-06 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-06 10:14 pm (UTC)How he joins the gang is another story.
*twitches*