Fangirl or Freek?

Moving to Hawaii like I did was not one of the best of decisions I’ve ever made in my life, but for Gracie I’d do anything. Of course, living in hell without any real pizza for that first few months did little to make it feel any better. Even with my cases with the HPD to pass the time, there was very little I could really do to keep myself from noticing the things that those without my more exotic set of skills could see.  But that was before I had my first run-in with McGarrett and end up part of his Five-O team.  I can’t say I don’t like it, because I do. But my other set of skills hasn’t come up until recently. 

We were tailing unusual gang activity and violence that had broken out around the islands, and none of us had any luck with our usual contacts. The silence was deafening for us and for HPD.   Not a good sign on any day of anytime of the week.  Steve had thought in his typical NAVY way, to walk right up to one of their confrontations to find out what was going on. Of course this results in a firefight with all of us pinned down behind the nearest large object.   Fly by the seat of his pants McGarrett had managed to get  behind our vehicles with one of his flying leaps. I swear the man is part jackrabbit!  He’s also going to give me a coronary if I live to see 45.   Anyway, firefight.  Two full gangs firing on us and not one word exchanged between them.  Creepy is NOT the word. Until I noticed a thread of something. 

That other set of skills I mentioned? By the way, I’m a wizard.  Yes, I said a wizard. No I’m not Harry Potter or Merlin. Though I do report to a Merlin. Not that I like the arrogant asshole. He’s so old school he breathes parchment, for fuck’s sake.  Not that I matter to him beyond my absolute holding of the Seven Laws of Magic as it is, my powers are so miniscule.  I’m not even a blip on the radar of the Wars that have been raging between my kind and those of the Red Court vampires for the last several years. But it was enough for this. Someone was exercising power in this area, and it wasn’t anyone I knew of.  It also didn’t have the local flavor that I’d grown familiar with in the near year I’ve been here.   There was a familiar feel to part of it, but the rest?  Nothing like the locals.  I needed to see more.

Between one breath and the next I dropped my shields just enough to see what I was looking at.  Looking at the power lines of energy surrounding all of us and in all of us for just long enough.  Ducking one or two more bullets and managing to plug another idiot in the shoulder who’d done it in the first place before I got a more solid handle on what I was seeing.  The lines of power were all connecting them to someone else.   All of them. Every single gang member that was there.   What the hell was going on here?

“MCGARRETT!” I bellowed.  “WE HAVE TO LEAVE HERE NOW.”  Hoping my voice would carry over the noise that surrounded us.   I saw Chin and Kono already retreating back; thank god someone had sense to move even if they couldn’t see what I saw.   Sonofabitfch was still pinned behind that stupid Chevy truck he’d dove behind earlier.   Another breath replaced my shields and my normal sight, and I hoped to god that my phone hadn’t shorted out while I’d been looking.   Mamó ‘s teachings had been enough to let me function in this high tech world.  My magic wasn’t strong enough to hex most electronics most of the time.  Not unless I wanted it to, that is.  I took a deep breath and plunged after the idiot I call my partner. 

I despise ricochet!  Goddammit, there was going to be hell to pay after I got out of this yet again. After I got his stupid ass out of this shit.  Dodging all the bullets as best as I can until I can smack the back of his head while we hide behind the driver’s side wheel well. 

“Did you not hear me when I said we have to get out of here? They aren’t stopping for just the four of us. We need heavier backup to take this on!” 

“What the fuck is with them, Danny?  I can’t understand it. “ His voice was puzzled even as he started to move backwards.  I returned a few volleys of my own for a moment  around the truck. Which was beginning to resemble swiss cheese.  Who the hell drives a yellow truck? 

I was about to answer him when I felt spike in the streams of power moving around us, my eyes widened and Steve’s look grew more alarmed.  I felt a rumbling beneath our feet.   Shit.  I dropped the first layer of my shields again and looked below us.  Fuck it.  We have a hostile.  Goddammit, I wanted to do this under better circumstances. 

I pushed McGarrett the hell away from me and raised my hand.  “Cosain”  Putting every bit of will I had into that shield. I wasn’t sure what was going to come out of this, but it was going to be very warm, and not very friendly.  To my eyes, I saw a visible shield.  A wavering layer surrounding  both of us just enough it moved with us as I moved backward as well.

“MOVE!” I shouted towards Steve again.  “Just get out of the way, I’ll explain later!  He stood there looking dumbstruck.  What I wouldn’t give for a plain old fashioned Polaroid to have captured that one for all time.  I had just backed up another few feet when the concrete below us erupted and there were salamanders banging against the shield.  It couldn’t have been anything else, with the fiery eyes and the vaguely feline shape with lizards scales rising up out of molten lava.  I counted five of them before I ran, there was no way I could face them off.  I wasn’t worried about me, I was more worried about my team, my idiot partner and the bystanders.  I probably could have found a way to speak with five very angry salamanders.  I’ll explain that bit later on.  For now? It was getting out in one piece and not as BBQ’d cop.   A few of them peeled off and began pushing  and climbing the abandoned vehicles around us. 

The crappy yellow truck we hid behind? Was the first to blow as one of their hind claws found the gas tank.  I threw myself over Steve.  Holding the shield was instinct at that point, I’d done this too many times on my own. Now I wasn’t going to lose my partner to random shit –no, not so random shit like this.  He was gasping underneath my free hand,  as I kept a sidelong glance and braced myself for the concussion of the explosion.  Fuck.  I’ll say it again. FUCK. 

“Get up. Get UP now!  We have to run, while they’re distracted.  They’ll go back underground after we’ve left the area. “ Well, more like when I left the area, but I wasn’t going to tell him that yet.  Another breath and I dropped the shield and ran.

“You’ve got show and tell with us at HQ, Danno. Got it?”  was the only thing I heard as I ran after McGarrett’s skinny ass.  

“Bitch, bitch, bitch.” Was my own gasped reply.  We made it back to the Camaro and tore the hell out of there like hellhounds were on our tails. Maybe they were.  I could have laid bets that none but the local wizards had ever seen their resident salamanders in the flesh before.  There was also the fact that Steve could see my power.  Most can’t.  But he could.  Great.  More complications.  I had withdrawn my outer shield by the time I’d jumped in the driver’s seat and jammed my foot on the gas.  Replacing my personal shields was easy enough even as I was finding the fastest way away from the explosions.

I made straight for HQ as we heard the fire engines make their way towards the crossroads where the one sided battle had begun and ended.  I caught Steve’s silent glare on me as I concentrated on driving.  Far too busy catching my breath to talk.  It’d been far too long since I’d used that much power at one time.

Explaining this was going to be fun.  How do you tell an angry ex Navy SEAL that you’re a wizard?  I’ll never live this one down. 

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Index:

Mamó : grandma

 Cosain: defend 

In my head, Danny is Irish Catholic. Old Irish catholic.  So his family uses Irish Gaelic dialect for spells.  He’ll explain it as he goes along