Author: Sparrowhawk1952 PM
THey say we all have a twin. Some say we have a gaurdian...a doppleganger for our protection. They say there are no coincidences...there's a right place and a right time for everything.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Mick S. J. & Steve M. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 6,929 - Reviews: 31 - Favs: 28 - Follows: 65 - Updated: 02-25-11 - Published: 02-04-11 - id: 6715532
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Disclaimer: I own neither H50 or Moonlight.
A/N: This is a crossover between Moonlight and Hawaii Five-0, I've had it in the back of my head for a couple of months. Hope you enjoy. And again, thanks to everyone who reads and reviews my stuff..I really appreciate you. You feed the muses and keep me coming back. I have no idea what Steve's grandmother's name was so...I made it up :) And I broke my mold and gave Mick/Beth a moment. Enjoy it. Because it will never happen again *smile* Also, my Mick feeds fresh. Kindly, but fresh.
Mahoe is to say Twin.
December 8th, 1942. Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.
Elizabeth McGarrett stood on her lanai. The last forty eight hours had been a nightmare. In those last hours she had spoken briefly to her husband, let their little boy say hello before he'd had to go, she'd went around the island getting her errands done, and had gone to bed to wake up to hell. The harbor was being bombed, they had taken shelter, emerging to hear the Arizona was sunk...her man with it. How do you explain to a three year old boy that his daddy's never coming back? How do you pick up your life 2551 miles from your family and home? Tears burned the back of her eyes as she sat, "Mommy? Mommy where dada." The little hands patted her legs and it took all her strength not to break down, her lungs burning as she held her son close, rocking him. When he was older she would take him to the place his father had gave his life for his country...And when she was old...she would join him there.
Los Angeles, California. Present Day.
"She died two years ago." The voice in the darkness said. The woman advanced, setting beside the man, her hand on his back.
"I'm sorry." She said, sincerely. "I..Are you okay?"
He shrugged, slightly, taking a lighter from his pocket and stroking it lightly, flicking it open, watching the flame. "Not your fault, Beth. I'm the one that wanted to know...to know if there was anyone left."
She leaned her head on his shoulder, watching the flame. "You should go." She looked up at him, he looked down at her and smiled just slightly. "I think my delicate flower can survive a few days." She kissed his cheek.
Grace Williams was happy. Her dad was coming with her on a field trip. He didn't have to chase bad guys today, but she said it was okay just in case he ran across one anyway to chase him. She clung to his hand, skipping as they followed the rest of the group. She knew that she must be calm and quiet, for it was a mem..memorial..that they were seeing. People had died here. Tommy said people still were in the ship. But that didn't bother Grace. It was the same as in a coffin..and that was normal. Tommy just liked to try to gross her out. "Stay close Monkey." Daddy warned, his hand still gripping hers.
"I will." She sighed, "Do we know anyone here?" She said
"Not personally, Uncle Steve's grandpa died here though." Danny looked down at his daughter, picking her up for a better view.
"Oh." she said softly, scanning the crowd. There were a *lot* of people here today, she giggled when her dad let her ride on his shoulders, "That's sad. I miss Gramma and Grandpa."
"Yeah? Well maybe Mommy will let me take you back home and see them sometime."
"I doubt it." Grace doubted, wrinkling her nose, she tilted her head.
"Never know, Monkey."
"Danno...is..is that Uncle Steve." She pointed. There was a man standing alone, a dark hat pulled down on his head, a short, light coat on. "He's gotta be hot..no one wears a coat here. Is Uncle Steve undercover?"
Danny sighed, there was no way he could see. "I can't see him, sweetie."
"There!" She pulled his hair a bit, "By the rail." The crowd parted a little and Danny got a good look. He frowned...the man definately looked exactly like Steve. Longer hair, curling under his ears just a bit under the hat, paler, scruffier, same height, same built. He had the same expressions Steve did..it was uncanny the resembelence. But Danny knew for certain it wasn't Steve..."No..no babe, that's not Steve." He frowned when the man was suddenly gone...as if he'd vanished into thin air.
"I don't know about you..carting my sister two thousand miles away." Mick St. John gave the man who was about to marry his sister a level glance, before tipping back a bottle of beer.
Steven smirked, "Not like I can help it, maybe you should come to...join the Navy." He winked,
"No way." Mick shook his head, running a hand through his hair, "I'm trying to avoid this whole war...and not because I don't want to do my part." He pointed the bottle at the slightly older man in warning, a brow quirked, "I want to, I just don't want to kill anyone, it's not my style."
"The war's over in Europe anyway. Not like we'll get involved.." Steven offered, smiling broadly as Elizabeth came out of the house,
"Hey sailor." She greeted, slipping her arm around his waist, her brother coughed and she giggled, "Aw, Mick...my poor little brother." She winked, "I think he's taking a personal affront to me marrying off."
"It's not the marrying off, Lizzie, it's the going to the Islands. You might get corrupted." Mick grinned when she laughed.
The day she left with her husband to the Islands was the last day he ever saw his sister. He was drafted two months after Pearl Harbor...two months after his sister's husband was killed. He spent his tour in Europe, Italy..a medic...all on Steven's advice. The years after the war were a blur..he had talked to Elizabeth..she'd begged him to come to the Islands, to get away, to heal from everything...but he'd refused. He'd wanted to stay home. Mick snorted, shaking his head as he looked down on the traffic below his window. The heat was oppressive, and the two hours he'd spent in the sun were too much, he cranked down the A/C even more..forty was as low as it went...he'd get a little ice for the tub. It was only recently he'd wanted to open the gnawing wound of whether his sister or family even still lived. To find she was already dead and gone, her ashes scattered over the water at the Arizona memorial...had settled deep with him. She was all of his immediate family he'd had left. She had one son, he in turn had a son and a daughter..the daughter was in LA...Mick had discovered that when he did his digging, the son had followed his grandfather (Even named directly after him), and now was living here. Jack was dead. What was it with this family and *dying* Mick growled. He should be dying just like everyone else in his family. Instead he was cursed to this eternal exsistance...to hide...to watch from afar. Tomorrow he would go to the Palace and take a look at his last link to Lizzie. He would watch out for Lizzie's grandchildren...he had amends to make. A long list of amends...very long.
It bothered Danny for some reason. What he had seen. "Steve." He asked, his brow furrowed.
"Yeah." The quick reply came.
"Do..do you have family...like from mainland?"
"Just Mary Ann." He shrugged, "And some of my mother's family. Why."
Danny shrugged, "I..just wondered. I went with Grace to her field trip."
"Yeah? How'd that go?"
"Good..it went good. It was nice." Something was on Danny's mind, that much Steve could tell, but he didn't press, he had a lot on his mind himself, and this case at hand was important. "No..no secret brothers or something?"
"Danny..what's with the weird questions? We have a perp to catch."
"Perp? Really you're going to use cop language now."
Danny shrugged, not answering, "I just..saw something. Saw someone that looked like you and it bothered me."
Steve smirked, "What..that there's two of me out there? We all have our twins, Danny."
The man watched...he had sworn he'd seen the target and his partner leave and go the opposite way..to the opposite end of the island. Now..now there was this man coming out of the hotel, a long dark coat on. His hair was longer, perhaps a wig? He began to follow him. The specs were right. Right height, right build, right face...very wrong hair. The hair was throwing him off. He frowned, maybe he was on to them and the car had been a fade out. This one was walking, and it had to be him..he walked like the target, a swaggering confidence with each footfall. The man kept up with him as much as possible, suddenly the target stopped dead and so did the man. The target turned slowly and the man's eyes widened...yes..yes this was the target. He reached back for his stun-gun. The Boss wanted McGarrett alive..for now. "You are following me." Voice was right too..smack right.
"No..not at all..just walking."
"This late? On a weekday? Going somewhere important?" The target turned face on, watching him. There was a deadly calm about him, and the man felt as if he migh tremble in fear.
"It's good..night air."
"Stop following me." There was a growl and the man was left blinking as suddently the target vanished as if into thin air.
Mick didn't like that man...he didn't like any human that slunk behind another in a dark street. He was hungry and it was getting worse, he entered the club, meeting the eyes of the gaurd, the name Kostan breathed softly between them and he was let in to the downstairs "VIP" room. He smiled, taking a sweet brunette's hand, and led her to a couch and there gave in to his curse, her sweet wrist sustaining him for the night.
"He scared you! What are you ...a pussy!" The Boss was mad, his accent thick. "I don't hire you to screw up!"
"No..no he..it was ..I can't explain it!" The Man said, shaking...he couldn't express how the target made him feel, "He *vanished*. Like thin air."
"Don't fuck up next time." The Boss growled, "I should do my own damned dirty work." The Irish man said, frowning and stomping away.
"Did you have fun last night Boss?" Kono's eyes sparkled as she sat on the edge of his desk.
"What?" He quirked a brow, leaning back, looking up at her.
"Don't play silly, I saw you at the club..before you disapeared downstairs. I've heard stuff about down there, brah...I thought you and Catherine had a thing."
Steve furrowed his brow, "I wasn't at any club last night, Kono.I hate clubs. Besides, Danny and I were doing recon work."
"Oh." She said softly, leaning back, "I..could have sworn that was you..the hair..the hair was different..fluffier. That's why I noticed...didn't think you felt you had to hide your appearence so, but..hey." Her eyes twinkled.
"Well, it wasn't me. You know, you're the second person..Danny said there's someone walking around looking like me too." He smirked, "I don't know if I can handle that."
Kono chuckled, "What's Oahu gonna do with two of you."
"I dunno...might be a state of emergency." He teased.
"Smart ass." She smirked, sliding off his desk.
Steve smiled as she left, leaning back, he furrowed. It was rather strange, he wondered who this was...walking around the night and day looking like him, Grace and Kono both had mistaken this man for him. Maybe he should find out where that club was...see if they got a name. Steve brought too much trouble to the table to have a doppleganger out there.
To Be Continued.