sirona_fics | sanity is overrated

If I were writing this, WHICH I'M NOT, the High School AU would be Big Bang-length, and the reunion story would probably be shorter and more angst-filled. Just my opinion.

I think I'm just going to start writing, and see where it takes me. I still kinda really want to make it all one story -- where there's the whole high school romance in the first part, and they fall in love, and then maybe Danny has to go away just for a couple of weeks over the hols to stay in Jersey, and that's when Steve's mom dies, and by the time he comes back everyone's shellshocked and Steve and Mary are gone and Danny's poor heart breaks in so many pieces, because on one hand, poor darling Steve, but on the other hand he feels kind of deserted, since Steve left without a word apart from a short letter that has suspicious drop-like patches on it, promising to keep in touch with Danny, and then the second half of the story happens.

Meh, I still don't know. Like I said, I'll start writing and see what happens, see where the story will take me. It usually works!

That works too, except maybe Steve got packed off before the letter could be delivered... and then maybe Danny could find the letter in Steve's stuff years later, because we all know McGarrett's a sentimental squishy marshmallow who would hang onto something like that, even if he kept it tucked away in a shoebox in his dad's house or something.

So, a Part I and a Part II, fifteen years later?

But you have to fix it with a happy ending, you hear? No breaking my heart and then not fixing it!

Yes, yes! Or maybe Danny finds it in McGarrett senior's stuff, because he was too paranoid, and too worried about Steve and Mary to let anyone know where they were going, and didn't pass it on as he'd promised Steve to do.

OR Danny might get the letter -- but Steve had been so distraught when he'd written it that it's literally no more than a note, explaining what's happened and promising to keep in touch -- only the email address he'd scribbled is smudged by said suspicious drop-like spots, and Danny never does work out what it's supposed to say, and so he can't write. And so they lose touch.

And then -- 15 years later! And maybe Steve will find the letter at some point, maybe when he's helping Danny move in with him later on, and it will be almost transparent from having been read so many times, folded and refolded, and just held, and he can see the smudged ink, and he'll know why Danny had never written, AND HE WILL LOVE HIM EVEN MORE.

But you have to fix it with a happy ending, you hear? -- ARE YOU EVEN KIDDING?! I cannot, cannot NOT write a happy ending. It's engraved in my genes, this need to have a happy ending. Like Ms Austen once said, [paraphrased] "If I can't have a happy ending, then by god I will at least give my heroine one." I live by this rule. You have nothing to fear! <3

Oh yay! Yes. I like ALL of that! Danny is totally the kind who would keep the note even if it's almost totally illegible.

Yay happy ending!

Except for ONE small problem. When Danny and Steve graduated high school (they're about my age), email wouldn't have been as widespread as it is now. I only got an email address myself when I got to university when I was 19, and it was still a big deal where my friends and I were concerned. I'd suggest a telephone number instead. :)

Duly noted! I can't believe I didn't think of that! I myself only got an email when I was 17, and they were only just getting popular then.

And if it's a number, then three digits are smudged, and it makes it completely untraceable without calling like 5483654 people trying to find Steve, and Steve's dad would have holed himself up at work and unreachable before Danny leaves, so. Neat! <3

Danny is just a big softie. I'd bet he kept that note in his wallet for years, all the way through academy and meeting Rachel, and only maybe moved it somewhere safer when it started falling apart, around the time he and Rachel got married and Gracie was born, and then he swapped the note with Gracie's picture, because they're equally important to him.

Sounds like a plan to me! :)

I'm really excited about your story!

I'm really excited about writing it! <3

Ohmigod, so I just read this entire thread. This isn't even really my fandom but I am SO EXCITED FOR THIS FIC. It's going to be so epic!

I'm with you all the way, bb! YOU HAVE MY SWORD! AND MY AXE! AND MY BOW! AND MY VUVZELA! :DD

DARLING. <3

You KNOW I'm going to run to you crying because I can't make Danny speak properly, don't you? And when I can't think of proper American swearwords to use? And ask you things that will be ridiculously stupid for you, like what is the age of concent over there, and what age do you normally graduate high school, and all the stuff that the British educational system never prepared me for. And then you'll probably have to beta it before/when I convince myself if's utter crap and needs deleting immediately. D:

YOU MAY WISH YOU NEVER OFFERED, but since you did, I plan to take shameless advantage! <3 You'll be glad to know I've already got it planned out in my head, and will be starting a list of questions I desperately need the answers to soon.

Wheeeeee~!

I really won't mind, I promise! I like helping! It makes me feel smart and needed and useful! And playing the part of Expert is hardly going to be rough on my ego. And don't worry, I'm not going to judge you for not knowing all the little details of American/Hawaiian life. It's such a hard thing to write about foreign places that you've never been to; every place has it's own weirdo little cultural eccentricities. Hawaii is weirder and more eccentric than most, and the weird stuff is notoriously difficult for outsiders to get the hang of.

So I am happy to help in any way you need, including beta services. ^_^

/Sigh.

You are such a marvel, you realise that, don't you. <3

Hee~! I do try!

...See, now why wouldn't I want to help when you shower me with praise before I've even done anything? ^_^

You can pay me back when I write my epic Something Fic that's set in Bulgaria, teehee~! (Or, you know, England, which is more likely. BUT YOU NEVER KNOW.)

Well, when you do, I'm all yours! :D

I guess it goes back to the bit where I have difficulty asking for help. Not because I don't want it, but because I don't want to burden people with my problems. And YES, I realise that's an intensely irritating attitude, I do -- my mother is just like that, and she pisses me off no end. Especially because most of the time people WANT to help me, and are just waiting for me to get my emotionally retarded head out of my arse and ask, but there it is. I'm much more used to giving help -- and like you, I do so willingly, happily, even; but I find it hard to believe that people would want to help me, because I'm an idiot like that, don't think I don't know it. /shakes head at self despairingly

Oh god, honey, I FEEL EXACTLY THE SAME WAY! Asking for help is an extremely difficult thing for me! But I do so enjoy helping and sharing and giving. ...WHY MUST WE MAKE OUR OWN LIVES SO DIFFICULT?!

BECAUSE WE'RE BOTH A PAIR OF GIANT DOOFUSES, APPARENTLY. /sigh

Oh yay! Yes. I like ALL of that! Danny is totally the kind who would keep the note even if it's almost totally illegible.

Yay happy ending!

Except for ONE small problem. When Danny and Steve graduated high school (they're about my age), email wouldn't have been as widespread as it is now. I only got an email address myself when I got to university when I was 19, and it was still a big deal where my friends and I were concerned. I'd suggest a telephone number instead. :)

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