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Traw-
Traw is a very good friend of mine. She usually posts her stories exclusively to Gina Martin's Hawaii Five O Fan Fiction site
but she has agreed to allow me to post this drabble here.
Getting Out Of This, Together!
Danny grabbed the dash, trying to maintain his balance
as the car slid around another blind corner. He ducked
instinctively as Hughes leaned out of the fleeing
car’s passenger window and fired a volley of deadly
shots at them. Drawing his own gun, he leaned out of
the car window to return fire.
The Mercury lurched as Hughes’ aim found its mark,
exploding the front tire and sending the large car
into an uncontrollable spin. He was aware of Steve’s
desperate struggle to control the deadly slide but the
thick mud gave no tread for the car’s wheels to grip
and the car spun wildly sideways. His awareness fled -
pain exploding through his head as the passenger side
of the car bounced off a tree as it careened off the
road and into the thick undergrowth. It’s occupants
tossed around inside like rag dolls.
An eerie silence blanketed the surrounding rainforest
for several minutes before the chatter of frightened
birds filled the void.
Slowly opening his eyes, Steve remained still as he
assessed himself for any injuries from the terrifying
sojourn down the mountainside, his head hurt, the
world tilted and spun wildly around him. Swallowing
hard against the rising nausea, he carefully lifted
his hand, fingering the large lump above his left eye.
He could feel various aches and pains throughout his
body but the intense, grating pain in his right arm
when he attempted to move it told him he had not
escaped without any broken bones. Drawing in a
shuddering breath to over ride the pain, he
straightened up and looked around.
The car had come to rest against a large tree that had
stopped its plunge down the steep forested embankment.
The ferns and underbrush cast the car into a twilight
aura. The windshield in front of him had shattered and
he peered, still a little dazed, through the spider
web of cracked glass at the crumbled front of the car.
A cold breeze, wet with light rain blew through the
crumbled remains of his door, torn open by the impact
Remembering the reason for their predicament, Steve
quickly turned towards the passenger side, groaning at
the pain the sudden movement caused. Danny was slumped
motionless against the door, his legs pinned by the
dash, blood trickled down the side of his face from a
cut that ran along his hairline.
Staring at the still body, McGarret lifted a
trembling hand, almost afraid to touch his friend,
afraid to confirm his worse fear. A soft moan and the
slight fluttering of eyelids reassured the anxious man
that his young colleague and friend had also survived.
Ignoring the pain, he raised his left arm and grabbed
Dan’s shoulder, shaking it firmly, “Danno? Danno?”
Blues eyes blinked slowly in response as Dan groaned
and slowly lifted his head, looking around in
confusion. “Wh…what? Wh … where?”
“Easy, Danno, easy!” McGarrett explained as he
rested his hand firmly on Dan’s arm in an attempt from
preventing him from moving. “We had an accident.”
“Accident?” Danny frowned in confusion he turned his
head slowly to look at his boss. “You okay?”
Fearful of just how serious Danny’s head injury might
be, McGarrett studied him closely as he answered, “I’m
fine, just a bump on my head and I hurt my arm. It is
you that I am worried about, my friend! Where are you
hurt?”
Danny closed his eyes as he tried to assess himself
before he slowly answered. “My legs really hurt, so
does my head and right side." Opening his eyes, he
added softly, “My vision is kind a blurry.”
“I think you might have a concussion. Your legs are
trapped under the dash, can you move them at all?"
Danny moaned in pain as he tried to free himself, and
weakly shook his head. “They are stuck tight. I think
I’ll need to be cut free.” Drawing a deep breath in an
attempt to clear his head and take his mind from his
pain, he asked, “We were chasing Hughes and Murphy,
right?”
McGarrett nodded, “Right, Murphy shot out our front
tire and I lost control of the car.”
“I seem to remember something like that,” Dan murmured
as he tried to remember the full details of how they
came to be sitting down the embankment in a crashed
car. “Did Murphy and Hughes get away?”
“I hope so, Danno. If they decide to finish us off we
are sitting ducks in this car!” Steve admitted grimly.
Danny nodded, biting back the groan of pain that
threatened to escape from his lips. Both men fell
silent a moment before the sound of a car driving
slowly along the road above them filtered through the
underbrush. Listening intently, they heard the engine
stop before the sound of car doors slamming shut and
the distinct voices of the two criminals arguing about
where their car had gone off the edge echoed down the
embankment.
Aware of the danger that both of the detectives faced
if found trapped and injured in the car, McGarrett
turned quickly to his young detective. “Danny, we
have to get away from here. I’m going to try and get
you free.”
“You can’t, Steve, there isn’t time. I’m trapped too
tightly under the dash.” Danny whispered, swallowing
back a moan as Steve tried to free his legs. He could
hear Hughes call to Murphy that the car was just
ahead. “Steve, you have to go! I’ll try and hold them
off as long as I can with my gun, give you a chance to
get away!” He promised, fumbling weakly for his gun in
its holster. He groaned in pain and frustration as
McGarrett shook his head and grabbed his arm.
Struggling free, he fell back against the door.
“PLEASE GO! While you still have the chance! If you
stay with me, they will kill you too!”
“NO! NO WAY!” Steve’s shocked and angry whisper
stopped any further argument as he grabbed the injured
detective with his good arm, ignoring Danny’s frantic
attempts to push him away.
Feeling Steve reach for him again, Danny weakly shoved
Steve towards the open door as he pleaded, “Please,
Steve, go!”
“We are getting out of this, Danno! Together! I am not
going to leave you!” Grasping the younger detective’s
arm, McGarrett raised his foot against the dash
pushing with all his weight as he pulled his friend
towards him with all his strength, his chest tightened
in anguish as he forced himself to ignore the cries of
agony that escaped Danny’s lips. Steve felt the dash
move away from the trapped man as Danny screamed in
pain and slipped free, collapsing insensibly against
his chest.
Hearing the excited voices and crashing undergrowth
noises drawing closer to their position, he grabbed
Dan’s now limp body and with the last of his strength
quickly threw them both out of the open driver’s door
and into the undergrowth, biting hard on his bottom
lip in an attempt to stifle his own cry of agony as
his injured arm slammed heavily onto the ground,
sending fiery bolts of agony through his shoulder and
chest. He frantically blinked his eyes trying to will
away the darkness that offered him a blessed relief
from his pain.
Dragging Danny to the safety of the underbrush, he
drew his gun awkwardly with his left hand, watching as
the two men approach the car. He could see them check
the vehicle before they began to curse loudly and
turned their attention to the surrounding forest.
McGarrett released his breath as they turned and began
to scramble up the slope as the sound of approaching
sirens echoed through the thick rainforest.
Dropping his head onto his unconscious detective’s
shoulder, he murmured, “That was close, Aikane, too
close!” He closed his eyes relaxing into the
comforting, pain free darkness as he listened tiredly
to the sound of Ben’s and Chin’s shouts coming closer
to where they hid.
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