Fangirl or Freek?

Title: Kahuna
Fandoms: H50 and Dresden files fusion
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Warnings: General s1 spoilers and majority of concepts used for Dresden Files.
Notes: Thanks to imkalena for kicking my ass for the beta and Hawaii info. Inspired by the prompt by grnidshrk. Also? Real life took a nosedive after  may last year (getting fired does that). I'm just now picking up the pieces, when Danny knocked me upside the head. *grin* 
Summary: Danny has a stalker.


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“Um. Hi, Madam,” I said dumbly to the air as I opened my eyes.  She was still there, though, standing in front of Steve and I.

“You are not the one meddling with my island are you, child of the forge?”  She stood on her ledge of thin air, her hair cascading around her as her eyes burnt red, then black, and then red again with the deep fires of the volcanoes I could feel beneath me. 

“No, madam, I am not.  I plan on finding the idiots who have done so.”

“If you do, little mortal, I shall owe you a favor.  I was finished with these islands many millennia ago.  No one touches them but me, if I chose to create more.”

I took a moment to try to choose my words well.  What do you say to one of the most powerful fire goddesses in existence? 

“Really?” a skeptical note crept into my voice.  I’m not sure I want Pele to owe me a favor.  I have enough issues keeping the family obligations with Brigit.

“I am quite sure my cousin across the oceans would not mind this, child of the forge.  I’ve been watching you since you arrived here, you know.  Her favor made you quite visible to my eyes.”

I suppressed a shudder.  Of course I would get an immortal stalker.  Why can’t my life be simple, just once?

“That is IF you truly are not the one destroying the land I’ve made with such love, even in my wanderings.”

She was gone between one breath and the next, the chill in her voice unmistakable.  I put my head in my hands and sighed.  I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up. 

“I’m surprised you had nothing to say, McGarrett.”

“I’m pretty sure you had it handled.  ‘Um, hi’?”  The asshole was laughing at me.

“You can speak with the next immortal we tangle with, be my guest!” I got up slowly, and brushed the dirt off my jeans.

“We know where they are now.  I can’t pinpoint exactly where they were, but now we know this much.”

Steve nodded in return and he started down the cliff face again.  I was going to have to track it from that general area, which was going to be harder to do. 

I looked down at the gorgeous view below us one last time, and prepared myself for the descent down. 

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We were on our way back to Steve’s mountain of a truck when I caught something out of the corner of my eye.  I turned around and grabbed Steve by the bicep.

“Hey, Steve?  Did you get adopted by the local wildlife or something?”

I was looking at a good sized pit bull.  I couldn’t tell how big, but it was looking straight at us. It had brown fur brindled with gold stripes.  Steve turned around too, and I lost my view of the dog as he moved in front of me.

“Not that I know of…” 

By the time I shouldered him out of the way to see again, it was gone. 

“Did you see it?”

“Yes, Danny. I saw the dog. You aren’t going crazy.” 

“Good.  Because that thing was too damned quiet for an ordinary dog. “I didn’t like it, even if it didn’t set off any of my instincts in a bad way. 

“You sure? Because I’ve been seeing dogs like that out here since I was a child.  I think some guy breeds them or something. They’ve never hurt anybody, as far as I know.”

He resumed our trek back with a shrug as we made the rest of the way back to his house.  I had a mess to clean up out on his piece of shoreline.  Then I need to start building a way to track that damned leech spell to its source. 

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A few hours later, after the mess was taken care of and lunch had been demolished, we went back to the Palace.  Chin and Kono were there, following up what info they could find on Amato and waiting for us. 

I had to keep a tighter lid on my shields, and actually concentrate for a bit to stay in the bullpen where Chin’s equipment was.  I asked him to bring up the topographical map and overlay it on Honolulu so I could get an idea and show them the grid we needed.  After that I left them to plan out any physical searches.

I headed back to the room I did my little demo in, and sat down against the wall again.  I began settling into the state of mind I needed to access the spells Mamó had drummed into my head in my more reckless youth.  It’s meditation but not. I can access it mid-battle, but at this point I want to examine angles.  Most especially because I didn’t want to bring my Sight into things in the middle of a city and a land as vibrant as Oahu itself.  It’d be like stumbling into Times Square after being kept in a cavern for your entire life. No freaking thank you. I’ll do this the hard way. 

The site of the spell itself wasn’t too far out of the city, but I want to track the damned thing to the people who made it.   Which means details, and that takes a few minutes to get at. 

So I took a walk into the library inside my head that Mamó helped me build when I was still wet behind the ears, impatient and generally pissed off at the world.  What? I’ve mellowed out since then!  

I never had walls around it, but the feel of the books were always there in my mind.  Everything she told me was there, and everything I’d made up myself since then was also there.   Some basic tracking and energy draining references I found but discarded.  Flipping through the pages at the speed of thought, while I meandered through the sections.  There’s no such thing as Dewey decimal in my head.  Not with all the Williams Clan lore and whatever else we picked up along the way.  My affinity for fire is great on its own, but we’ve refined tracking it to a fine art, much less manipulating it. 

It took about an hour of time to find it, and I started to hear raised voices at the edge of my consciousness by the time I shook myself out of the mild trance.  It was going to be tricky. I was going to need actual components to help things along for this one.  A physical piece to focus on while I bent the energies to my will for this search.  Which means another trek into the friendly neighborhood jungle, that I was not looking forward to at all.

“Can I not leave you people alone for an hour, or do I have to play babysitter?” I asked as I walked back into the bullpen. 

It didn’t stop Steve and Chin’s standoff as they continued to argue at the top of their lungs. 

“No. No. And No! We’re better doing this as a small team.  I want to keep SWAT out of this at the very least.  This is recon, not an assault, Chin!”

“I know that, brah. But there’s no way we can go up against them any way less than prepared for something big.  You saw how fast it went south after that shakeup.  Do you really want to go up against the Mob with just us?”  

“We did it before! We can do it again!”

Chin’s voice was strained. I could tell he was at the end of his rope. I barged in before Steven could open his mouth for the next retort.

“They didn’t see us coming the last time.” Getting right in front of Steve’s line of sight as I said it.  “Amato knows we’re coming, or else he wouldn’t have set this up.  There’s no way we’re going to take him unless we’re armed for bear, and probably with a bit extra for kicks.  I’m still trying to figure out how I’m going to go up against who’s using that volcano as a source.   You can rein in your trigger finger long enough to find out what we’re up against and get the hell  out first.”  

“Chin, I don’t want anyone else in on this unless we can find a way to keep them out of the firework that I have to have on my side of the equation. Find their lair first, and then we plan out the big party, okay?  Amato thinks ahead, that’s why his uncle made him Nova Capos in the first place.” 

I just managed to keep my temper in check again.  I could feel my power straining against the shields and the imaging table started to flicker.  Steve may be all about the recon right now, but I’ve seen how often it turns into explosions and general mayhem.  Finding their HQ is more important right now, and sizing up our opponents. 

I caught Chin’s look of alarm as monitors started to flicker. I walked out of the bullpen as fast as I could.  I went as far away from the electronics as I could get in the empty offices.  I knew Amato and what he could do.  He’d threatened my family once before, and for Rachel, that had been the last straw.  He didn’t use magic, but what he had was more than enough at the time.   So yeah.  I said we had a history, didn’t I?

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Owari ^_~ 

I've already started a bit of research into the next part. Comments and concrit are love, as always. :D  Sorry it took so long!