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THank you so much to @ellena-asg for this prompt. Their Pokemon number was Charizard. I took this in what I thought was a fun direction. Making it about a Shiny Charizard.

Like i said before I pulled A LOT of the technical stuff, (how pokeballs work and how Charizard flies, etc) out of the air or just made it up lol. I hope that everyone enjoys the story. This story has no connection to to my future Pokemon Fusion. Thought it might be the start of an entirely different one. I don't know yet. For now it is just a stand alone story.

Pics of the featured Pokemon, Charizard and Blissey, can be found at the end of the story.

Steve was wading through the shallows after his morning swim, water sloshing around his hips, when he spotted something glinting in the sun on the beach ahead of him. Quickening his pace, such as he could, Steve sped up. He wanted to get to the item before the water and sand buried it once more. Steve was always careful to keep his beach free of debris tossed up by the sea especially that made of metal and glass.

His safety aside he frequently opened his private beach to Danny during his visitation with Grace and Charlie. He wouldn’t want them, or their pokes’ injured. Finally, a bit out of breath from jogging through the sand and surf, Steve managed to reach the spot where the light had been reflecting. Digging through the sand he was surprised to pull up an iron-gray pokeball. He couldn’t tell if the color had been worn away by the sand and seawater or if that was just how the ball was. When he clicked the ring it expanded, slowly, with a slight whine.

As he went to press the switch though he hesitated. The ball appeared to be old and disused. Like every sailor, SEAL, and seafarer he knew ocean water could prematurely age things. There was a chance that the ball had only been in the water for a few months or even weeks. Most pokes’, after they were caught, weren’t too bad around strangers but there was always a chance that, if it was in use, the pokémon could lash out at him.

It wasn’t like he had a poke' of his own to protect him, and he didn’t want to have to shoot it or something. Steve headed inside, thumb running over and over the smooth surface of the ball, as he debated opening it or leaving it closed.

On the lanai, he set the ball down and shucked his trunks. He dunked the garment in a bucket of fresh water a few times before wringing them out and laying them across the back of the chair to dry. With one last glance at the ball, he headed inside for a shower, reasoning it would still be there when he came back.

Once cleaned up and dressed for the day, and fortified with a cup of coffee in hand, he came back out and took up the ball. While showering he had decided it was best to see if the ball was even in use before wasting time taking it to the Pokemon Center. Chances were the thing was empty, trash improperly disposed of, and the entire “dilemma” was a moot point. The second greatest chance was that it was a smaller or weaker pokemon, something that wouldn’t pose much of a threat. Trainers, good or bad, tended to keep a better on their stronger or rarer species. On the off chance that it was something large or aggressive, Steve had his sidearm at his hip. He hoped a few air-shots would cow the possibly restless poke' long enough for him to trigger the Return Command.

Setting his mostly empty coffee mug on the chair arm Steve took the ball and moved further into his yard. At the line where the grass met sand, one hand hovering over his weapon, Steve tapped the button.

And nothing happened. Tapping it again, harder this time, Steve heard a faith whir from the ball but it still refused to open. After inspecting the seam and hinge for damage, and finding none, Steve tried a third time. Aside from the whir, a bit louder this time, nothing happened.

Stuffing the ball in one of his cargo pockets Steve headed back to the house, silently chiding himself. Of course the ball wasn’t going to open. After being submerged in water for who knows how long, and probably being banged around as well, the mechanics were probably damaged. He just hoped that if it was active that the poke’ inside was safe.

‘Honestly,’ Steve thought as he snatched up his mug and headed for the kitchen, ‘Shouldn’t have tried to open it anyway. Should have taken it straight to the Center. Bad etiquette to try and open another trainer's ball.’

‘You’re not a trainer.’ A nagging voice in the back of his skull whispered back as he washed out his mug.

Gritting his teeth against the sour feeling in his stomach Steve pushed the thought away. It was stupid to dwell on old issues, pointless issues. Setting his mug in the strainer to dry Steve headed out; grabbing his phone and keys as he went.

He’d drop the ball at the Center on his way in and that would be the end of it. If it was active they’d be able to find the trainer, eventually, and could take care of its inhabitant until they did.

***

Steve paced through the small waiting area while checking his watch. Again. He had arrived at the Center an hour ago and handed off the ball to the waiting Joy. She took one look at it, snatched it up, and ran to the back room, admonishing him to have a seat as she went. Steve had waited at the counter, confused, before turning to find a fuzzy pink Blissey standing behind him.

“Bli bli.” She had intoned before grabbing his wrist in an iron grip and dragging him into the waiting area.

“I was going to sit down, on my own.” Steve had told her as she shoved him onto a chair.

Steve had texted Danny a sitrep and told him to hold down the fort. At half an hour he had gone to the counter to ask for an update only to find the Blissey there. After forty minutes he decided to leave his contact info and head to the office. He had left the note with the Blissey but when he tried to leave she had, in the blink of an eye, appeared to block his exit.

“I need to work, just have the nurse call me and I’ll explain everything.” Steve had told her but the Blissey’s face clouded over and her eyes narrowed as she pointed to the waiting area. Not willing to be taken down by a giant walking egg Steve had gone back to the waiting room.

At forty-five minutes he started to get nervous and started pacing. He was worried he had screwed up when he tried to open the ball. He hadn’t even held a Pokeball in over a decade. Glancing at the counter again, only to find it still manned by Blissey, Steve dropped back onto his chair.

“Bli blee!” Steve jerked as Blissey once more showed up out of nowhere, if he hadn’t known better he’d swear she was Teleporting. Before he could say or do anything she once more grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him behind her.

Knowing it was pointless to try and argue with the pokémon he let himself be dragged into the backroom. The pair washed up in a dim room filled with enough computer equipment to make Chin weak in the knees, as well as a large poke-incubator. The dark-haired Joy that had taken the Pokeball stood nearby with a man in a Jennies' Uniform.

“Commander McGarrett,” The man held out his hand as he spoke, “I’m officer Makoa, and I’m with the Jennies. This is Kailani, one of the Joys here. Can you explain how came by this Pokeball?” Officer Makoa indicated the Nurse briefly before turning to the Pokeball.

Steve’s hackles immediately went up. Officer Makoa’s tone was accusatory and suspicious.

“I was swimming this morning and saw it half buried in the sand on the beach. Why?” Steve drew himself up to his full height and crossed his arms over his chest. Danny might have called this posturing but he was getting tired of the runaround.

“Where were you swimming, which beach; were there any others?” The Officer asked, pulling out a small notepad and pen.

“I was swimming at home. It’s my private beach, I’m not telling you my address, and no there weren’t any others. And I’m not answering any more questions until you tell me what the hell is going on here.” Steve stepped into Makoa’s space, towering over the shorter man. Makao, to his credit, didn’t look scared despite stepping back a pace.

“Commander McGarrett, “ The Joy spoke up from where she was hooking the Pokeball up to…something, “I’m Kailani, a Joy here at the pokémon center. This isn’t a standard pokeball. This is an old Rocketball.”

“A Rocketball, Team Rocket? They’ve been defunct for over a decade.” Steve stepped around Makoa to the nurses’ side.

“Indeed, given the condition of the ball, I’d say that it’s been at sea for several years. In the last years of Team Rocket’s influence, they tried to relocate to Hawaii. They weren’t successful. I imagine this ball was on one of the freighters they used for smuggling.”

“Can you tell if it is active,” Steve asked, attention now completely on Kailani and the Pokeball, “I tried to open it, see if anything was inside, but it wouldn’t budge.”

Kailani, now typing on a laptop, nodded at Steve before gesturing to the ball.

“It’s active yes. You couldn’t open it because this particular ball is what used to be called a Lock Ball. Lock Balls were designed to fit on a belt equipped with fingerprint recognition. Removing the ball without scanning the owners' print locked it, making it unusable.” As Kailani spoke the ring around the ball switch started to flash red.

“Does that mean you can’t open it? The poke’ is trapped inside?” Steve questioned, stepping closer to the apparatus the ball was resting in.

“Of course I can,” Kailani replied with a laugh, “Fingerprint tech was in its infancy when this Ball was built. It’s easily bypassed with today’s tech. I do need your help, however.” At that, she moved away from the laptop and held out what Steve recognized as a fingerprint scanner. Steve just raised his eyebrows.

“To open the balls system I need to reprogram it to a new trainer. Standard procedure, in recovering a pokémon from a criminal organization, is to transfer it to law enforcement for assessment and treatment.” Kailani explained but Steve shook his head.

“I’ve had exactly one pokemon in my life, twenty years ago. I’m not a trainer. You should get someone else to do it.” Steve tried to step back but Officer Makoa spoke up.

“Sadly there isn’t time Mr. McGarrett. Joy Kailani was explaining just before you came in, the Ball is starting to fail. The Pokemon inside needs to be transferred to a new trainer's biometrics as soon as possible. I have a full team registered to me and can’t take another, Joy Kailani isn’t law enforcement. It has to be you.”

“Don’t worry Commander McGarrett,” Kailani spoke softly while glaring at Officer Makoa, “It is only a temporary transfer. If you wish once the Pokemon is stable it can be transferred to another handler. For now though, to open the ball, I need to place it under your care. You’re still listed as a trainer in the Hawaiian Database.” Kailani once more held out the scanner pad. With a deep breath, Steve pressed his thumb to it.

The scanner glowed green for a moment while it took down his information. Once it was done the laptop pinged and Kailani set it aside to go back to typing away. Trying to ignore the pit in his stomach at having a poke’ registered to him Steve could only watch the ball. The indicator ring continued to lazily flash red. As he watched Steve realized that the flashes were slowing down and becoming dimmer and his worry increased. This time for the poke’ inside. Before he could say anything though the flashing stopped altogether and the ring turned a pale blue.

“I’ve overlaid your fingerprint on the balls lock system,” Kaillani spoke as she moved to Steve’s side, handing him a white pokeball with a red seam. A Premier Ball, “The Lock Ball’s systems are failing so you need to initiate a Ball Transfer. I’ve programmed this one with your old trainer ID. Once transferred the pokémon should behave like a traded pokémon.”

��“Should,” Steve questioned as he took the ball from her, “You don’t sound very confident.” Kailani just shrugged.

“I can’t be one hundred percent certain Commander. We have no way of knowing what kind of pokémon is in the ball, or how long it had been with its previous trainer. There are a lot of factors that we just can’t account for. The best outcome, the pokémon inside will be obedient to you, to an undeterminable extent. Worst case, it rebels. We just don’t know. Won’t know until we know.” With that Kailani motioned to the Lock Ball.

Ignoring the slight shaking in his hand Steve held up the Premier Ball until its switch pressed into the Lock Balls switch. The two balls popped open and, in a flash of pale blue light, the pokémon’s energy form transferred from the Lock Ball to the Premier ball.

“Now what?” Steve asked quietly. The weight of the pokeball hadn’t changed, of course, but it felt heavier in his hand.

“Now we see what kind of condition the pokémon is in. Just put the ball in the incubator.” Kailani directed quietly.

Steve followed her to the incubator and did as instructed. Kalani typed some commands into the incubators keypad and the Premier Ball shook a moment before opening. As the red light of the pokémon’s energy form took shape Steve felt his jaw drop.

“Is that…” Officer Makoa started, voice trailing off into silence.

“A black Charizard.” Steve finished as the hulking fire type, sleeping, completely took form.

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“I swear to god you spit another fireball at me, you overgrown fucking bottle rocket, and I’ll shove this extinguisher down your throat,” Steve growled, brandishing the single-hand extinguisher at the pissed-off Charizard.

Charizard was sat on his beach, tail held high away from the surf, glaring at him over his scarred muzzle. It had been just over two weeks since he’d brought the Pokemon home. For the first few days, it had been alright. Charizard, who had been trapped in his ball for at least five years but likely more, had still been recovering from hibernation sickness. He’d been lethargic, but compliant. He’d rapidly regained his energy though and had since been a pain in Steve’s ass. In addition to hibernation sickness, Charizard needed physical therapy to get his strength back. Especially his flight muscles. Being in hibernation for so long left them too weak to lift him.

While he may have needed the treatment the Pokemon refused to listen to Steve every time he tried to guide him through the exercises. Every day Charizard’s temper had gotten worse and worse, and Steve’s patience had worn thinner and thinner. Now they were here, a stalemate in his backyard, with Steve either dodging or extinguishing fireballs shot at him every time he tried to get close to him.

“Listen,” Steve pitched his voice soft and cajoling, “You may not like the exercises, but you need them. If you’d just listen to me…” Steve took a few cautious steps forward as he spoke…and had to quickly duck to dodge a stream of fire shot at him.

“You son of…overgrown…giant pain in…fucking sparkler.” Steve spat out half a dozen half-curses as he lay in the sand. Charizard wouldn’t try to hurt him, he was pretty sure, so he let himself lay on the ground and regain his composure.

Once he was calmed down Steve got to his feet. Charizard was looking out at the ocean, his back turned to Steve. Not for the first time, Steve let his eyes scour over the pokémon. He had thin white scars scattered all around his black hide. Joy Kailani hadn’t been able to determine if they were left over from past battles…or something more sinister.

Despite being thieves and criminals Team Rocket had been known, for the most part, to treat their pokémon fairly well. Pokémon Cruelty was one of the few things most members hadn’t been guilty of. Steve wasn’t so sure though. Some of the scars were jagged zigzags, others perfectly straight. Steve supposed they could have gone either way…but something in his gut didn’t sit right when he looked at them.

Pokemon were tough creatures, tougher than normal animals, and rarely scarred. Either from battles or abuse. They weren’t questions Steve could answer today. Maybe not ever. With a sigh, he plucked the Premier ball off his belt and pointed it at Charizard.

“Alright, asshole. I’m done with you for now. Return.” In a flash, Charizard returned to his ball, the only command he would follow. Once Charizard was safely tucked away on his belt Steve headed for the house. Only to find Danny standing on the lanai, two beers held by the necks in one hand and another single-hand extinguisher in the other.

“How long have you been standing there?” Embarrassment crept up Steve’s spine as he spoke. He had been lucky thus far in that Danny, an accomplished League-level Trainer, hadn’t seen his floundering attempts to work with Charizard.

“I got here around ‘candy ass roman candle’,” Danny replied, smiling slightly as he held out the beers.

“So you pretty much got the whole show.” Steve sighed, taking the beer and dropping into one of the chairs.

“If you say so, babe,” Danny replied, taking the other chair.

“What the fuck am I doing Danny? I’m not a trainer. What in the hell made me think I could rehab a fucking Charizard?” Steve groaned, dropping his head into his hands, beer forgotten on the ground by his feet.

“Charizards are considered one of the more stubborn fire types. But I have it good authority that you are far more stubborn than they are.” Danny replied quietly and Steve could hear the grin in his voice. Steve looked up from his hands to, indeed, find Danny smiling at him.

“I’m serious Danny, I don’t know what I’m doing here. What do I do?” Steve didn’t expect Danny to have the answers but he didn’t know what else to do.

“I’m gonna guess that the Center gave you all the technical information you needed. But left out the interpersonal info?” Danny guessed and Steve nodded.

“They set me up with a Joy that specializes in rehabbing pokémon after extended hibernation, and another one for pokémon recovered from criminal organizations. Both are the mainland and neither has time to come out here for at least two months.” Steve replied, finally cracking open his beer.

“Have they been able to find out anything about him?” Danny asked, nodding at the ball on Steve’s belt.

“The Jennies have been scouring their databases but they haven’t found any reports of a stolen shiny in the Charizard line. They figure that he was either a lucky find in the wild or part of one of their breeding programs. The data they pulled off the Lock Ball was pretty much useless, nothing about his origin or trainer. They know nothing about him. I’ve got Jerry looking at it just in case.” Steve offered.

They were quiet long enough for Steve to recline back into his chair, eyes on the ocean, thoughts on the pokémon at his hip.

“You’ve been with him for a few weeks now babe. What do you know about him,” Danny asked but Steve just shrugged his shoulders, “Come on babe, use your words.” Steve huffed and pulled Charizards ball off his belt.

“I don’t know…He’s…he doesn’t like to follow orders, and he doesn’t seem to want me close to him…but…when he was sick and tired he didn’t seem to mind. As soon as he felt better he started acting out, hateful, and angry. He spits fire at me but I don’t think he actually wants to hurt me. He could if he wanted to, he’s a bit slow but he can get around on his feet just fine. The fire just keeps me at a distance.” Steve replied, gazing at the Premier Ball, rubbing his thumb over its smooth surface.

“What’s that sound like to you?” Danny asked and once more Steve heard the grin in his voice. Danny glanced over at him and rolled his eyes as realization dawned on him.

“He’s afraid,” Steve groaned out at his own stupidity, “The poor guy wakes up from hibernation and gets given to a guy he’s never met. One who starts barking orders at him the second he gets on his feet. How could I have been so stupid?” Steve felt like hitting his head on a tree. Danny just laughed.

“Babe, you’re not stupid. You said it yourself, it’s been a long time since you had a ‘mon of your own. You guys weren’t together very long before…before you had to leave. Aside from that you’re used to military trained ‘mon, they never question an order.” Even though Danny wasn’t mocking or being a dick Steve still felt like a moron.

“I just…I saw the problem but I didn’t see the bigger picture.” Steve replied quietly. This was what Danny was always telling him about. Not rushing in head first.

“Your heart was in the right place Steve,” Danny rested a hand on his shoulder, Steve hadn’t realized he was standing up, “You just didn’t have all the intel. Now you do, now you can do better.” Steve lifted the hand that wasn’t holding Charizard’s ball to rest over Dannys.

“You honestly think I can do this Danno?” Steve asked, not able to help how small his voice sounded.

“I know you can babe, and if you need help all you have to do is call me,” Danny replied before leaning down to kiss his forehead.

Steve's breath caught in his chest and his stomach swooped. This thing between him and Danny was new; delicate. After Danny’s disastrous affair with Rachel, and his own false imprisonment, the two of them pulled their heads out of their asses and started seeing one another. It had only been a few months but Steve liked to think they were doing well.

“You uh…you wanna spend the night?” Steve asked as Danny straightened up. Despite sharing a bed numerous times they hadn’t done anything more than some heavy petting. Both of them were too inexperienced with male-on-male relationships to be comfortable with more just yet.

“I’d love to babe, but I’ve got court in the morning. The drug bust from up on the North Shore.” Danny replied and Steve groaned again, he had forgotten about that. Danny and Kono were testifying.

“This weekend?” Steve asked, stalling. He didn’t want Danny to go just yet.

“Sounds good babe,” Danny replied with a squeeze of Steve’s shoulder, “I gotta go make sure my good jacket is pressed. I just wanted to stop in and check on you. I’ll see you tomorrow after court.” With that Danny let his hand fall from Steve’s shoulder and Steve watched him walk away.

Steve stayed outside, mulling over his recent revelation, as afternoon turned into the early evening. Leaving off his brooding about dinner time Steve headed inside and warmed up some leftover fish from the day before and mixed up a quick salad. With his food prepped Steve set about whipping something up for Charizard. The poke’ in question was still, mostly, on a Poke-Chow diet but Steve had recently started adding fresh berries and a grilled Magikarp fillet as well.

The world, Steve thought, was a weird place. Pokémon fed on pokémon and animals fed on animals. They didn’t prey on each other and they didn’t interbreed, though would share territory. He wasn’t a zoologist, pokémon, or otherwise, so he wasn’t going to try to figure it out. Instead, he loaded up a tray with both of their food, a beer for him and grabbed a jug of fresh water for Charizard, and headed back outside.

Sitting his food on the picnic table and Charizards on the ground nearby, he grabbed the pokes’ ball and triggered it. In a flash of white light, Charizard was standing before him, neck arched high as he prepared to pull in air.

“Hold on, hold on. I just…I want to talk to you. Nothing else.” Steve rushed, hoping to forestall the oncoming fireball. He hadn’t brought his extinguisher with him, hoping to foster some trust. To his surprise, Charizard relaxed, a bit, but kept a wary eye on Steve.

“Look…we got off on the wrong foot,” Steve started. He knew most pokémon understood, mostly, whatever human language they were brought up around but no one was ever sure how much, “And that’s my fault. I…I can’t imagine what you felt when you saw me. I’m not the trainer you knew. You wake up, sick, tired, and probably in pain; and a stranger starts barking orders at you the minute you feel better.

“I fucked up…and I apologize. What do you say that we calm down, have a bite to eat, and try to go from there?” Steve motioned to the big bowl of Poke-Chow, Berries, and Magikarp and the gallon jug of water nearby.

Charizard moved to the food carefully, walking sideways so he didn’t turn his back to Steve, while Steve sat down at the picnic table. Steve watched, out of the corner of his eye, as the pokémon picked up the large metal bowl and sniffed at the contents. After a moment Charizard open his maw and breathed a small stream of fire onto the food, giving it a light char, before slowly digging in.

As they ate Steve kept a surreptitious eye on the poke’. He was delighted that Charizard had stayed where Steve had placed the food, about six feet from the picnic table, as it was the closest the poke’ had allowed them to be in nearly a week. He was even more delighted when, after a few bites, Charizard sat down to eat instead of standing. It was small but Steve took it as a win.

The two of them finished their food at roughly the same time and Steve decided now would be a good time to talk, instead of waiting as he had planned.

“I’m not much of a trainer,” Steve started quietly, looking past Charizard and out to the ocean, “I was gonna be when I was a kid. Had my starter pokémon. A Totadile. They aren’t native to the islands but…I wanted one so much my parents jumped through all the hoops needed to get me one. I loved that little guy. He was my best friend. I...I thought we were gonna be together forever.” A lump caught in Steve’s throat as he brought up the memories. He didn’t know what he was doing…he hadn’t even told Danny about this and here he was spilling his guts to an abused and ill Charizard that hated his guts.

“Chaaar.” Charizard, who had been sitting with his head turned up; looking at the darkening sky, vocalized as he turned to look at Steve. Steve didn’t understand Pokémon but he felt like the question was clear.

“I trained him solo for a few years, I wanted us to have a real connection before I formed a team. Just when I thought we were good enough to start including others…something happened and I got sent away. I…I couldn’t take him with me, so I left him here…with my Dad. I planned to have him sent to me later…but my dad ended up getting rid of him before I could. I dunno if he released him or gave him away. I never asked…I was too mad…too everything. I should have found out. But I never did.

“I don’t know how much of this you're getting. How much you understand. I just…I just wanted you to understand why I’m so bad at this. I never trained another pokémon after that. Never planned to. But then I found your ball on my beach, right out there.” Steve pointed out to the area where Charizard’s ball had been buried in the sand and the poke’s head snapped over to stare at the area. Steve realized then that he had never told Charizard how he came to be in Steve's possession.

‘I’m so fucking bad at this.’ Steve berated himself silently. Steve left off his story and told Charizard everything. How he had found his ball buried in the sand, taking it to the Center, finding out that it had once belonged to Team Rocket, (at the mention of the defunct criminal organization Charizard let out a low hiss Steve had, until now, only heard directed himself), and how they had to transfer him to a new ball to save him.

“Your old ball was failing. They had to transfer you to a new one, to a new trainer, to save you. I was the only guy available,” Steve explained and Charizard once more turned to look at him, “I hadn’t planned to keep you. It was just going to be temporary, till we got you out of the ball and squared away. But when you materialized in the incubator, when I heard how sick you were and saw how weak you had gotten after being in hibernation for so long…I wanted to be the one to help you out. Help you get better. I should have known better. I’m not a trainer. I should have had them find someone better…or at least asked what you wanted.” Once more emotion choked Steve of words. He was fucking babbling and he hated it. He didn’t even know what he was trying to accomplish anymore. Every time he opened his mouth more words just spewed out, out of his control.

“Char chaaaar.” Steve, having been staring down at his empty plate, looked up at Charizards vocalization. Charizard had moved close to the table and was looking between the bench and Steve pointedly. Swallowing his nerves Steve scooted closer to the fiery pokémon bit by bit. Once he was just outside touching distance Charizard gave a short huff. Steve got the message; close enough.

“As my Danno would say, big guy, we both have a truckload of issues,” Steve smiled and Charizard gave a short snort, “Why don’t we just...start over? I’ll stop barking orders at you like I’m your trainer, ‘cause I’m not, and you stop trying to roast me alive. Instead… let's just focus on getting you better. I see how you look at the sky, you wanna fly again, and I want to help you. Let's work together to get you there…and then we’ll find someone to take care of you...someone better than me. Sound like a plan?” Steve offered, though the idea of Charizard leaving soured his stomach, holding out his closed fist.

Charizard just stared for a moment, looking between him, his outstretched fist, and the sky above.

“Char.” Charizard vocalized with a nod after what had to be at least five minutes. Steve smiled and nodded in return. Before he could drop his fist Charizard reached out with one curled clawed foreleg and bumped it against Steve’s knuckles.

“I dunno why I even did that,” Steve offered, feeling stupid, “Just felt right I guess.” Charizard didn’t respond, not that Steve expected him to, so Steve scooted away a bit before standing up and grabbing his dishes. He was surprised when Charizard picked up his bowl and started to follow Steve to the house.

“The Center said it do you good to stay out of your ball as much as you can...you want to hangout out here for a bit while I clean up? You can go back in your ball when I head to bed. Maybe this weekend we can set you up a nest if you wanna sleep out here.” Steve offered and Charizard gave a short nod. The pokémon sat his bowl on the ground between them before turning and lumbering back toward the surf.

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Danny stood at the door of the lanai and watched as Charizard and Steve worked out. Charizard, understandably, wasn’t keen on new people. Even more understandably he didn’t like crowds. Given those issues the traditional rehab facilities on the islands were non-starters. So, in true Steve fashion, his partner had turned his backyard into a treatment area. Most of the ‘mons issues were general muscle weakness and a more pronounced weakness in the shoulder area and flight muscles.

There was an area with pokémon grade weights and resistance bands, another with stackable benches for Charizard to do decline pushups, (Danny had been there when Steve showed the ‘mon how to do them. The look on Charzards face had been priceless), and a long section of the beach would never be the same after Charizard pounding it down as his ran laps back and forth near the water line.

As he watched, evening rehab was coming to an end. Charizard was laid out in the nest that he had helped Steve and the ‘mon set up a few weeks ago with Steve massaging the area around the base of his wings.

Danny had caught the tail end of the rehab session. Steve had waved him over but he had elected to stay in the doorframe, watching. After the first few weeks of insane aggression, during which Danny had feared for both Steve and Charizard’s safety, the pair of them were now getting along famously.

They still had their moments. Steve, by order of the Governor, was largely office-bound until the “Charizard Situation” as she called it was settled. The knowledge that the head of Five-0 had come into possession of a shiny Charizard had, so far, remained quiet. Shiny Pokemon were rare and sought after and a shiny Charizard would be a crown jewel for any crook, being worth at least five times its weight in cash. If not more.

Which was another reason the normal rehab facilities wouldn’t have worked. No one wanted it out that Charizard existed until they were sure that the ‘mon could take care of itself. Or, barring that, be cleared to spend Steve’s work days in his ball. As it was the ‘mon was still only cleared to spend about four hours at a time inside its ball, with at least another four hours outside between. They got around the rule in the office by clearing out one of the larger storage areas in the basement for the pokémon to nest in.

Charizard’s easy acceptance of the dark, dank, and windowless room, had had a souring effect on Steve’s mood. Danny could understand, back in Jersey he had broken up his fair share of Pokemon gangster dens. He had seen innocent ‘mons and animals in some of the worst conditions imaginable. So when Steve asked him to help spruce the area up for Charizard Danny readily accepted.

“Yo Danno, give me hand,” Steve’s voice pulled Danny out of his thoughts, “Help me clean up so Princess here can rest.” Steve motioned at the yard, then at the Charizard. The ‘mon in question gave a half-hearted growl at Steve’s choice of nicknames but remained cozy in his nest.

As Danny helped Steve pick up and organize the equipment he couldn’t help the bittersweet feeling in his chest. Charizard was progressing by leaps and bounds under Steve’s attention. Danny knew it wouldn’t be long before Charizard was flying again. On one hand, it was great. It’s what Steve had been working on for the better part of a month. Danny knew Steve would be ecstatic to see his, and Charizards’, hard work pay off. On the other hand, it meant Charizard wouldn’t be around much longer.

Steve had told him all about the deal he had made with Charizard, about finding Charizard a place he could be safe and taken care of. Danny knew Steve had been relentlessly searching for just such a place. The current front runners were the Charicific Valley or one of the Lental Islands. Steve preferred these areas because Charizard could live free. In the valley, he’d be surrounded by his own kind and since the Lental Islands were No-Catch zones he’d never have to worry about humans again. He knew Steve had put out feelers to certain Professors and Researchers about trustworthy trainers as well, just in case Charizard didn’t want to live wild.

Much to Danny’s upset Steve had, apparently, never considered that Charizard was already in a safe place with a trainer that could take care of him.

Steve had told him time and again since they met that he wasn’t a trainer, but Danny knew that he had been. He had seen Steve’s files. Before the Navy, before his mother, before being sent away; Steve had been training a Totadile. And, according to the files, he had been doing a damn good job. Danny didn’t know what had happened to the ‘mon when Steve had been sent away…but whatever happened had been enough to turn Steve off the idea of raising another Pokemon.

Danny wished Steve could see himself how he saw him, how their friends saw him. Steve, contrary to his own beliefs, was a trainer. Pokemon, wild or trained, tended to flock to Steve and hang on his words. Danny’s own team, all stubborn bastards (just like him) listened to Steve just as well as they did him. That alone was proof enough for Danny that he was in the right, of Steve being a natural-born trainer as well as his decision to date the SEAL. Danny’s ‘mon had never, ever responded to any of his girlfriends, or Rachel, with more than cool politeness.

(He had briefly feared for his life during his ill-considered affair with Rachel. His team hadn’t been happy with him.)

With the yard picked up the two of them headed inside, leaving Charizard to snooze in his nest. Once in the kitchen, Steve washed up and immediately started pulling together ingredients for Charizard’s supper. Being outside of his ball so often meant he needed to eat more so it was a good thing Berries and Magikarp were plentiful on the islands. Danny couldn’t help but smile as Steve bobbed around the kitchen with ease. His partner was humming along to a song in his head, nodding along with it as well, with a small grin on his face. Couple with the sweat shorts riding low on his hips and the soft worn and faded NAVY tank he was wearing Steve cut an attractive and achingly endearing figure.

“Why don’t you just keep him?” The words were out of his mouth before Danny was even conscious of forming them and their effect of immediate. The relaxed and light atmosphere immediately became tense and filled with the kind of silence that was heavy and oppressive. Danny could have kicked himself as Steve’s posture became tense and the humming and head bopping stopped. He had, mostly, been able to keep his opinions of Steve’s “I’m not a Trainer” attitude to himself. Seeing every evidence to the contrary with Charizard though had made it harder and harder to keep his tongue. Especially when he saw the forced smile Steve glued on whenever he talked about Charizard leaving.

“I’m not a Trainer, Danny. I dunno what I would do a poke’ of my own.” Steve gave the same tired answer Danny had heard a dozen times before. The monotone edged with defeat frustrated Danny so much he wanted to rip out his hair.

Or maybe shove John McGarrett’s corpse in a Fossil Reviver just so he could punch him, (Danny pointedly ignored the fact that it wouldn’t work. The fantasy was too captivating).

“Steven,” Danny began after taking a deep breath and counting to ten in his head, “You are my best friend. My Partner. My boyfriend, (Steve cringed at the “B word” he always said it made them sound like high schoolers), and I care about you deeply. So I say this will all respect and gentility that I can muster. That statement is bullshit.”

“You care about me deeply Danno?” Steve’s posture relaxed a bit as he grinned over at Danny. Danny rolled his eyes before crossing to Steve’s side and pressing a kiss to the goof's cheek.

“You know I do, you goober,” Danny replied as he hopped up on the counter next to Steve’s workspace, “That’s why I want you to hear me and consider what I’m saying. You’re rehabbing; and doing a stellar job of it, a Charizard. One of the most stubborn pokémon species in existence. And that is without being in hibernation for at least a decade, having been trained by a criminal organization, and being unable to fly. All those issues combined with a Charizard’s naturally prickly disposition? A trained professional couldn’t have done better.”

“You do know something about pokes’ with prickly dispositions Danno.” Danny had to admire Steve’s attempt at deflection as he nodded at the balls on Danny’s belt.

“I do,” Danny nodded with a smile, Steve had walked right into that one, “and my team likes you almost more than they do me. You are the only person they take orders from other than me. And that was before we started dating.”

“Danny,” Steve sighed, setting aside the Berries and Magikarp fillets he had been dicing to face him fully, “Even if I wanted to keep him, and even if he wanted to stay with me; which he doesn’t, Hawaii isn’t safe for him. I’m not safe for him. As soon as it got out that the head of 5-0 had black Charizard, the crooks and gangsters would be out in full force.”

“More than they already are?” Danny interrupted and it was Steve’s turn to roll his eyes.

“My point is, Danno, that it wouldn’t be safe for him. I promised him somewhere he could be safe. Not somewhere he’d be under constant threat of theft or poaching. He isn’t safe with me.” At that Steve went back to prepping said pokémon’s food.

It tore Danny up to hear Steve be so down on himself. Once again he found himself wishing that he knew what happened to Steve’s first pokémon to make him so hard on himself. He had some theories but he didn’t want to either snoop behind his partner’s back or push him to tell him something he clearly didn’t want to talk about.

Danny did have some tact after all. Still, he couldn’t leave things how they were. He just had to do it carefully.

“Look, Steve,” Danny pitched quietly, “I don’t know what happened to make you think less of yourself as a trainer, but you’re great with pokémon and you’re great with Charizard. I’m not gonna bug you about this anymore, but I’m gonna say one last thing first. I think you should consider keeping him. There’d be no safer place on the island than with you. With 5-0.” Steve smiled over at him as he spoke before looking back at his meal prep.

“I will think about it Danno, for you. Despite you ignoring the fact that the big asshole doesn’t want to stay here. Charizard only puts up with me barking orders at him so he can fly again and get out of here.”

Steve went back to his prep, changing the topic to different types of Berries, and Danny looked out into the backyard.

It was amazing how someone as smart as Steve could be such an unobservant dumbass.

###

Steve paced around the Pokemon Center’s waiting room, ignoring the looks of the other trainers, as he waited for Charizards' exam to finish. It had been a month since he and Charizard had started working together and the pokémon had recovered phenomenally fast. It was a testament to the pokes’ hardy nature and the exercises that the Center had given Steve to follow. Despite his progress though, despite their progress, Charizard still wasn’t flying.

Danny, and everyone else, had been telling him not to worry about it. And he had been trying, really he had, but he couldn’t help but feel like he had screwed up somewhere along the line.

“Commander McGarrett,” Joy Kailani called and Steve halted his pacing, “Charizard is all done. He’s perfectly healthy.” She held out Charizards' ball to him as she spoke.

“That can’t be. You had to have missed something. Check him over again.” Steve demanded, not taking CHarizard’s ball.

“Bliiiiseeeeey.” The Center’s Blissey, once again, appeared from nowhere at Steve’s side.

“Can you put a fucking bell on her?” Steve asked as the fluffy pink poke’ glared at him in a frankly murderous way while turning an alarming shade of hot pink. Joy Kailani ignored him.

“Commander, I checked Charizard over twice already. Frankly, I’m astounded at how quickly he recovered. I expected months of rehab. Whatever you did worked wonders. You should be extremely proud.” Steve finally took Charizard’s ball back, staring down at it as he spoke up.

“He’s not flying, if he’s perfectly healthy then why isn’t he flying?” Joy Kailani motioned to a pair of nearby chairs and Steve followed her to sit. Blissey toddled off to terrorize someone else. Steve wasn’t sorry to see her go.

“I saw the note about your concerns before I checked him over. To be honest with you, I don’t know why he isn’t flying. His wings and flight muscles are in perfect health, his biochemical levels are stable, and his flight bladder is perfectly functional. He may be afraid or nervous to fly after so long, or he might not even want to. Whatever the reason though, it isn’t physical. It’s nothing that you did.” Joy Kailani assured him softly but Steve just shook his head.

That wasn’t it. Steve didn’t know jack about pokémon, not really, but he knew about longing. Charizard stared at the sky the same way Steve stared at the ocean when he went too long without a swim, the way Danny did every time New Jersey was brought up. Charizard wanted back in the air.

“Where do we go from here? We can’t risk releasing him into the wild if he can’t fly and no Trainer is gonna take on a flightless Charizard.” Steve questioned and Joy Kailani gave him confused look.

“I…I was under the impression that Charizard was staying with you…permanently?” She asked and Steve had to sigh. Why did everyone keep thinking or insisting that Charizard was or should stay with him? He wasn’t a trainer. Despite what Danny, and apparently Joy Kailani thought, any idiot could follow the rehab guidelines. In fact, if Charizard wasn’t flying he obviously hadn’t done it correctly.

“Just…where do we go from here?” Steve asked again, he wasn’t getting into this debate. Again. Joy Kailani looked like she wanted to protest but eventually nodded.

“I’ll look over his test result again, as well as his physical results. I’ll also reach out to some Joys I know that specialize in flying pokémon as well as those with trauma issues. The best thing I can advise you to do now though is to keep doing what you’ve been doing. It’s worked wonders so far.” With that she got up and walked away, leaving Steve unable to argue back.

“Not wonderfully enough,” Steve murmured to the ball in his hand.

“Bli bli.” Blissey’s soft, sweet vocalization nearly made Steve shoot out of the chair. Seriously, a fucking bell. Two bells. Ten bells.

“I don’t speak demented-nurse-pokemon,” Steve told her. Blissey momentarily glared at him again before softening.

“Bli bli.” She intoned once more, this time tapping Charizard’s ball before tapping him on the knee.

“Yea still got nothing,” Steve replied, shaking his head.

“Bli bli.” The Blissey vocalized again, tapping the ball and his knee more forcefully.

“Hey, watch it. He pops out and he’s gonna cause a scene.” Steve held Charizard’s ball away from the pink pain in the ass.

“Blis bli.” She huffed, giving him a glare that put him in mind of Danny, before turning and toddling away.

Steve decided to beat a hasty retreat before she came back.

***

Steve lay in the cool darkness of his room, Danny snoring slightly at his side, as he stared into the darkness of his ceiling. It had been two weeks since his last appointment with Charizard and the pokémon still wasn’t flying. Joy Kailani had gone back over all the info and still couldn’t find anything physically wrong. The people she had put him in touch with that dealt with trauma-based issues insisted Charizard would need to be transferred to them, on the mainland, before they could treat him.

Steve had nixed that in the ass as soon as it had been mentioned. He wasn’t letting Charizard out of his sight until he knew the poke’ could take care of itself. If the Pokemon head shrinks wanted to treat him they could come to Hawaii.

Since the last appointment though Charizard had regressed some. He was distant and snappish. Not as aggressive as he had been when they first started out but he was definitely aggrieved. He didn’t know what to do. For now, Charizard was still going through the rehab routine and exercises but if he kept regressing, attitude-wise, it was only a matter before he refused to work with Steve. If he did that…Steve had no idea what to do. With a frustrated sigh Steve, gently, disentangled himself from Danny and sat up.

“Waz happ’nin? We getta call?” Danny’s sleep-slurred question made Steve grin.

“No Danno, just getting some water. Go back to sleep, I’ll be back soon.” Steve hushed his partner as he stood, pulling a pair of shorts on over his boxers. Danny just grumbled at him and pulled Steve’s pillow close so he could bury his face in it. Steve smiled and his heart swelled. He was briefly tempted to just crawl back into bed and scoop Danny into his arms, frustration forgotten. Now that he was up though he realized he really was thirsty.

After a quick piss, Steve washed his hands and headed down to the kitchen. After a long drink, he filled up the glass again, deciding to take it upstairs in case he or Danny wanted a sip before morning. Glancing out of the window before heading back upstairs Steve stopped short. He couldn’t see Charizards tail flame. Scanning what he could see of the backyard, knowing Charizard liked to go down to the beach, Steve still couldn’t see him.

Steve grabbed Charizards ball from the counter near the door, and one of the tac knives he had hidden in the kitchen and headed outside. Distantly he knew he should wake Danny, in case of hostiles, but he didn’t want to overreact. He’d do a quick sweep, chances were Charizard was just out of sight of the window, and if he couldn’t find him he’d come back for Danny.

The light from the lanai didn’t reach very far, and he had yet to get the solar light stakes that Danny had been harping about, but the sky was clear and the moon was mostly full. The yard outside of the lanai light was cast in a dim blue glow and, another time, Steve might have thought it was nice. Now though, pokeball clutched in one hand and tac-knife at the ready, he wished it was brighter. After doing a sweep of the immediate area Steve headed toward the beach. When grass gave way to sand Steve saw Charizards tracks and he followed them down to the water’s edge, where they disappeared into the surf.

There was no sign of a struggle and Steve knew damn well that the poke’ wouldn’t get close enough to the water to get swept out by the tide. As Steve turned to head back, intent on waking up Danny, when he heard a roar overhead.

Steve turned back to the water and snapped his gaze up to the sky. A shadow, with a bright spot of flame at its end, streaked across the moon and Steve’s heart leapt. Charizard was flying! Elation turned quickly to dread though as the shadow, as Charizard suddenly plummeted toward the water.

‘Fuck, he tried too much too fast,’ Steve’s mind raced, ‘If he hits the water at the speed...if his tail-flame goes out.’ Steve was ankle-deep in the water, intent on swimming out to Charizard despite knowing he couldn’t do anything, when the pokémon pulled up at the last moment. He watched in amazement as Charizard skimmed the surface of the water, heading straight toward Steve. Steve watched as Charizard slowed his approach, then pulled up to hover. Steve shielded his eyes from sand from Charizards wing flaps as the poke’ landed.

“Charizard…this is great. You’re flying!” Steve cheered as he started toward the pokémon. Charizard though stepped back, eyeing him warily. Steve realized he was still holding his tac knife.

“No, no don’t be afraid. Shit. Sorry,” Steve whipped the knife to the ground behind him, burying the blade in the sand before turning back to Charizard, “I didn’t see you and thought someone might have snatched you. I came to look for you. You should have waited till tomorrow to try your wings, that way I could have been here if you needed me.” Steve chided the big pokémon as he moved closer to him.

Charizard still eyed him a bit but otherwise didn’t move as Steve came into arm's distance.

“Are you feeling ok? It’s late but do you need a rub down? If you strained yourself it’ll set your progress back.” Steve rambled, feeling oddly like Danny. Charizard just gave a soft huff and gave a soft slap of his wings. Steve got the meaning, he was fine.

“Alright, alright, big guy. You’re fine. I get it. Can you at least wait till tomorrow morning to do any more flying?” Steve asked and Charizard gave another gentle huff before moving past toward his nest. Steve fell into step behind the pokémon, only then noticing the Wishiwashi dangling feebly from Charizards claws.

“Midnight snack?” Steve questioned as they walked. Charizard halted briefly, holding up the wriggling fish pokémon as though he had forgotten he had it. Steve watched, slightly grossed out, as Charizard brought Wishiwashi to his maw before biting it in half and then swallowing both pieces.

“I could have lived without seeing that at two in the morning,” Steve remarked.

“What, and I can’t stress this enough, in the hell are you two doing out here?” Danny’s voice had Steve’s gaze snapping to the house. Danny was standing by the door in nothing but his black boxer briefs with Steve’s backup sidearm pointed at the ground.

Steve really should not have found that visual as hot as he did.

“Earth to McGarrett, come in McGarrett!” Steve snapped out of a brief fantasy he’d have to remember for later to answer Danny.

“I was getting water and didn’t see Charizard, so I came out to check. He’s flying Danny! Flying well! How awesome is that?” Steve explained moving to, carefully, wrap Danny in a hug. Danny patted his back with one hand as he held Steve’s gun out to the side.

“That’s great. Also, why the fuck would you hug a guy holding a goddamn gun?!” Danny exclaimed, pushing Steve back and setting the gun on the small table by the door.

“I couldn’t help it. I was too excited,” Steve turned back to Charizard, “Now we can finalize plans to find you a permanent place!” At those words, Charizard whipped his head toward Steve and let out a menacing growl.

“What the problem big guy, you hurt?” Steve made to move toward Charizard but Danny grabbed his arm, holding him in place.

“I don’t think he’s hurt, not physically,” Danny replied but before Steve could ask what he meant Steve’s focus was pulled back to Charizard as the pokémon stomped over to them.

“CHAR!” Charizard growled out once he was about a yard away from him and Danny.

“What’s wrong with you? This is what we’ve been working for, getting you healthy so we could find a safe place for you. Or a good trainer if you don’t want to live wild.” Steve offered, confused.

“Babe, think about it.” Danny admonished from behind him. Steve glanced over his shoulder briefly but Danny’s eyes were on Charizard. Steve pulled his arm carefully from Danny’s grip and moved a few feet closer to the aggrieved pokémon.

“I don’t understand.” Steve offered, not getting why Charizard was suddenly pissed at him. Charizard moved a bit closer and Steve moved to meet him, putting himself between the pokémon and Danny. Just in case. Charizard though halted and stared at Steve for a moment before lowering his head and jabbing Steve, gently, in his shoulder with his snout.

Steve stood in shock. It was the first contact the pokemon had ever initiated. Charizard did it twice more, in rapid succession, each time a little stronger. On the fourth nudge, Steve raised his hand on instinct, only then realizing he was still clutching Charizard Ball in his hand.

“I..I..what..” Steve trailed off, realization starting to dawn on him.

“I think that’s his way of saying he’s already got a safe place, and a good trainer.” Danny offered, appearing at his side, taking his free hand.

“Chaaaar.” Charizard let out a pleased rumble, almost a purr, and straightened up.

Steve stared between Danny, Charizard, and the Pokeball in his hand for several moments before speaking up.

“But…I’m not a-“

“Yes Babe, you are.” Danny interrupted just as Charizard let out a hissed “Zaaaar.”

“I’m gonna fuck up, you need to know that,” Steve said quietly, looking from the Pokeball in his hand up to Charizard. He could feel the wetness at the corner of his eyes but ignored it for now, “I’ve not been with a poke’ in a long time. I’m gonna screw something up along the way. So if you change your mind, now or later, I’ll get it.” At that Charizard cocked his head to the side before turning and lumbering back toward his nest, stopping once to look over his shoulder at them.

“Come’n babe, I wanna get back to bed.” Danny tugged at his arm, toward Charizards nest, not back to the house. Once at Charizards side the pokémon reached in and swept the brush piled at the back to the side, then turned and tipped his tail flame to illuminate the inside. Once his eyes adjusted Steve realized what the pokémon was showing him.

Bones, charred and broken bones. Steve's pokenatomy was rusty but he was pretty sure he was looking at Magikarp bones.

“What the” Steve started as realization dawned on him, “You’ve been flying before tonight, haven’t you?!” Steve demanded, staring over at Charizard.

“Chaar char.” Charizard vocalized in what Steve was sure was a completely unrepentant growl.

“Why the hell didn’t you show me before?” Steve growled out but Charizard just looked away. Danny, however, started laughing.

“What's so funny,” Steve demanded as he turned to his partner, “I’ve been worried about him for weeks.” Danny continued to laugh for several seconds before he answered.

“He didn’t want to leave, you dumbass. He’d probably been faking for weeks, hiding that he could fly, so he could stay here. With you.” Danny finally explained, gently, and Steve once more felt tears prick the corner of his eyes as he turned back to Charizard. Charizard was looking at him, head ducked and wings folded in.

“I…I’d be really happy if you stayed,” Steve managed after a moment, “You’ll have to start meeting my team's pokes’, you’ll have to be able to get along with them. But you don’t have to be a Police Pokemon, you can just be my Partner.” Charizard perked up as Steve rambled. He looked; if Steve was reading it right, happy.

“Why don’t we hash this all out tomorrow, after some sleep? I dunno about you two but it’s almost three am and I’m tired.” Danny spoke up and Steve was shocked when Charizard threw his head back and let out what could only be a raspy laugh.

“Yea..yea that sounds good. I’ll make us all a big breakfast,” Steve offered as he looked between his partner and…his new pokémon, “Do you need help to fix your nest?” Steve asked, motioning the destroyed back side. Charizard though leaned his head forward and bopped his snout against Steve’s shoulder again.

“You…you want in your ball?” Steve questioned, holding it up hesitantly. Charizard bobbed his head in a nod and Steve mirrored it.

“R..return.” Steve managed around the lump in his throat.

“Char…ZAR!” Charizard roared out as he dematerialized into the Premier Ball. Steve swallowed hard as he gazed at the pokeball. It somehow felt heavier in his hand, even though he knew it wasn’t.

“Come on, babe. Let's get some sleep.” Steve let Danny take him by the arm, spin him around, and guide him back into the house. Steve was so overwhelmed with the enormity of the last few minutes that, if Danny hadn’t been leading him by the elbow, he’d have been bumping into walls and tripping over furniture. If he had been able to leave the backyard at all.

Steve wasn’t able to pull himself together until Danny pulled Charizard’s ball from his hand, placing it on the bedside table, and tugged his shorts off; letting them fall to his ankles.

“What, Danno, this ain’t the time.” Steve yelped, immediately feeling stupid when Danny laughed and pushed him back onto the bed.

“Believe me, I know,” Danny smirked as he climbed over Steve to settle back on his side of the bed, “Our first-time nookie isn’t going to be in the wake of your Trainer Epiphany. I just want to go back to sleep and am trying to speed up the process by getting you into bed.”

Steve wiggled and slid around until he was able to crawl back under the cover with Danny. Instead of pulling Danny back to him he instead shuffled a bit till he could rest his head on Danny’s shoulder, arm around his furry torso, and leg slatted between Dannys'.

“I…I don’t even know what to say Danno.” Steve whispered into the dark.

“You don’t have to babe. Not tonight, and not tomorrow. You just have to go with it. I’ll help you figure it out. We all will. For now, just accept you’ve got your own partner ‘mon. Tomorrow morning, after we sleep, shower, and have breakfast, we’ll figure out more.” Danny responded, warm stroking over his skin. Steve could tell by his voice that Danno was already starting to drift back off.

“You’re right Danno. Sleep. You’re too chatty, keeping me up all night.” Steve joked, only to yelp when Danny pinched the back of his arm, near his armpit.

“Go to sleep, you schmuck,” Danny ordered him quietly. Steve decided not to poke any more fun. Instead, he nuzzled into Danny’s hairy chest with a sigh and just let go.

He needed his rest, after all. He was a Trainer now.

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Edge of Seventeen - Eddie Munson x OC

warnings: soft smut, (both parties are of age) Minors Do Not Interact

word count: 6.2k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1274052502-edge-of-seventeen-sam

Masterlist

It was late and Eddie had just finished cleaning up after the Hellfire Club meeting of the week. This was something he actually enjoyed doing by himself. Skimming over the notes of his players as he tidied up and seeing what their takeaways were from that week's adventure. It was probably one of his favourite parts besides actually playing the game. Getting to see how his players experienced his world.

He let out a breathy chuckle to himself, as he swung his backpack over his shoulder and headed out of the basement and up into the empty halls of Hawkins High.

He walked past the cafeteria and was only a few steps from reaching the entrance door when he heard the muffled gentle voice of someone singing along with a few weak piano chords. Stopping in his tracks, he turned around to locate where that voice could come from. He looked down the hallway and his eyes stopped at the door to the music room.

Eddie smiled to himself. He started to think that his passion for music had gotten others to find an interest.

As he made his way towards the room, the voice became clearer and he bit the corner of his lip knowing exactly who he would find on the other side of that door. When he looked through the small window, he couldn’t help but smile. There she was, beautiful Sam with her fiery red hair cascading in waves down her back, fingers dancing along the piano keys.

He took a moment to fix his already matted hair and braced himself to charm her, or at least try. No matter how many times they’ve engaged in conversation before, he still gets butterflies at the thought. Eddie watched as her fingers played across the ivory, so delicate and focused. He could watch her play for hours and never get bored. He wrapped his fingers around the handle of the door, his rings clinking against it softly as he tugged it open and made his way inside.

He closed the door softly behind him and leaned against it, crossing his arms so he could watch her a little while longer. Once she realized he was here she might stop and that was the last thing he wanted.

He recognized the song she was playing. It was Three Times A Lady by Commodores - not really his kind of music, but he thought it suited her well. She still hadn't noticed him, thinking she was all by herself as she started to sing along to the soft sounds of the piano.

Eddie hadn’t heard her sing for the first time, but his reaction was the same all the time he quietly listened to her smooth voice echoing in the room - it had a calming effect on him. He didn’t want to admit it, but sometimes after Hellfire Club meetings, he'd stay longer to listen to her.

Sam sang through the first verse and the chorus with ease, her voice flowing smoothly along with the melody. Eddie closed his eyes as she continued to play. The way Sam's music makes him feel has Eddie convinced that magic must be real. Her voice is the type that leads sailors into the sea. He realized suddenly that the music had stopped. He opened his eyes slowly, meeting Sam's clear blue eyes from the piano bench.

"Sorry," Eddie murmured before clearing his throat. "I was just leaving and heard you playing...you're really good."

Sam sighed as she switched out the book of music on the piano. "Glad you think so. My mom keeps saying I don't practice enough."

"Is she crazy?" Eddie exclaimed as he took a step forward. "You're here almost every night!"

Sam's eyes narrowed at him. He realized quickly that those were the most words Eddie's spoken to her in the few years since she moved to Hawkins. Confusion painted her pretty face, her eyebrow knit together as she watched him speak.

"I mean," Eddie mumbled, face flaring in embarrassment. "Not that I'm keeping track of you or anything."

Sam looked down and rested her fingers on the piano keys. He could only imagine how sore her fingers were from practicing into late hours for days in the music room, all alone. Something her mother insisted she do. This late after school the distractions were fewer, she could work to improve her skills in peace.

"It's fine, Eddie." She inhaled deeply. "To be honest, I wouldn't mind some company." Blue eyes met his warm, brown ones once again.

He gave her a soft smile, hands tucked inside his jeans pockets as he walked forward. "You want me to stay?"

She cleared her throat and looked down again, tucking her hair behind her ears. Her cheeks started to feel warm all of a sudden. "Sure...I mean, you're already here so…"

Eddie felt her eyes following his movement towards one of the stray chairs in the room only to have his action interrupted as she spoke again.

“Why don’t you sit on the bench with me? I-if you want to, of course, I mean there’s enough space for both of us.”

She turned back to face the piano immediately as soon as the words left her lips. He bit back a laugh at her quick reaction. Not that he’d ever laugh at her, hell he was probably as or more nervous than she was. He’s felt this way around her ever since he first saw her as she set foot through the door of the cafeteria. He couldn’t explain it even if he tried but he instantly felt drawn to her.

“I’d love that actually, thanks.” he voiced as he sat next to her, a smile tugged on his lips she turned slightly to face him.

Eddie fiddled with his rings, he hated how shy he gets around her, that’s probably the reason he avoids her when he’s with his friends. They’d never let him forget about it if they saw him all get so flustered over some girl. “so…” she trails off.

“It was really, pretty,” he pointed to the songbook. His long legs straddled the bench, his chest facing her she could read the words on his shirt. The Hellfire Club. “Could use more guitar solos though.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear and laughed. Her bright smile made his chest flutter with excitement as she watched him. “You and the club had fun tonight?” She asked softly, just trying to make him comfortable with the conversation. “I could hear your laughter even over my music.”

“They came thirteen hit points from losing a key party member tonight. It was a tough battle but they pulled it off and managed to save everyone.” Eddie rambled on, she loved when he talked about Dungeons and Dragons. It made his eyes light up and his lips curl in the corners a little extra. “You probably don’t want to hear about this nerdy stuff,” he stopped, looking down at his hands between his lap.

"I do," she said with a comforting nod towards him.

"Y-you, you do?" he looked up, frowning at her because this was the last response he'd expected from her. He really hoped she wasn't playing him.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't know how to play it, but-"

"I can show you," the words came pouring out of him before he could think about what he said. "I- I mean...if you want?" he looked into her eyes, feeling insecure about his words. He didn't want to cross a line.

"Yeah," Sam said brightly. "I'd love to! Maybe I could pay you back with some piano lessons."

"What makes you think I don't already know how to play this old thing?" Eddie asked, a fake expression of hurt on his face.

He swung his other leg over the bench to face the piano and cracked his knuckles. Sam's eyes grew wide, biting back the smile on her lips in case she was going to hurt his feelings. She wasn't sure if he was being serious or not.

"Prepare to be amazed," he said sternly.

There was an aggressively loud mangling of music as Eddie's hands slammed on the keys at random. Sam laughed out loud and covered her ears, nose scrunched up in a smile.

"What?" Eddie asked. "I can't believe you don't like it. I can take this show elsewhere..."

Eddie got up to leave, a pout on his face that makes Sam laugh harder. She grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

"No, stop! It was great! Beautiful! Groundbreaking!" She giggled as Eddie sat back down.

Her fingers tangled with his as she caught her breath from laughing so hard. Eddie's heart thumped harder at the glint of mischief in her eyes.

"You know, Munson. You'd probably make a pretty good piano player," she said, turning his palm over to trace his lifelines. "You have nice hands."

Eddie felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked down to watch her fingertips trace his palm, and over his rough patches from where he held his guitar. The piano was never an instrument that he had considered for himself. It was always vocals and guitar. Those were his specialties. This was the first time someone had made him believe that he was capable of more than just the things he knew already.

He felt a smile tug at his lips, as his hand curled around hers softly, “I guess if you believe I can, then I think you would make the perfect teacher for me” He replied, rubbing his thumb gently over the back of her hand.

Sam chuckled nervously as she bit her lips from his sweet touch. She’d bet she was as red as a tomato, his kind words didn’t make it easier to contain her overflowing emotions.

She looked down to their hands before meeting his doe eyes again, thumb still stroking her hand soothingly. “I know you can Eddie. So a D&D lesson for a piano lesson? Sounds more than good to me”

“Good, we’ve got ourselves a deal then,” he smiled as he lowered himself back down to the bench, hand still holding hers.

Once he was sat, he felt Sam’s stare on their interlaced hands and gnawed on the inside of his lip. He stopped his strokes and slowly tugged his hand back onto his lap. Although he would have preferred to leave them as they were he didn’t want to make things awkward between them.

“Sorry about that” he mumbled.

“It’s ok, I don’t mind,” Sam whispered. “Should we, um, do you wanna start today?”

“I mean… I’ll have to check the good old schedule but,” he paused, who’s he kidding? He gave up his attempt to play hard to get. “Sure. We can start today”.

“You know how to read music?” She asked, her smile infectious. He nodded his head and watched as she leaned closer to him. “C,” she played the key furthest to the left, “D,” she played the next one.

Eddie watched as her delicate hands moved across the keyboard, showing him one by one each note so he could follow along. “E,” she smiled, “for Eddie.”

“E,” he leaned in a little closer, searching her eyes as he went. “For enamored.”

She laughed, “you’re hilarious.”

“You’re pretty,” he huffed, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip as her cheeks flushed pink.

Sam watched as his eyes drifted from her lips and back up. She quickly looked back down at the keyboard.

"Um, so then there are also chords," she said quickly. "Uh, here's C Sharp or D Flat. And D Sharp or E Flat..."

"Sam," Eddie murmured. His hand brushed against hers as she pressed the different keys in rapid succession.

"And F Sharp or G Flat..."

He grabbed her hand, causing the keys to tinkle. “Sam,” he said again, she looked down at their fingers before meeting his eyes.

"Can I get a raincheck on our lesson for today? Eddie asked, once again looking down at Sam's pink lips.

"Um, okay. What else did you have in mind?" She replied softly.

His nose almost touched hers as he leaned in. Eddie brushed a strand of hair out of her face, fingertips grazing her cheek.

"Can I kiss you?" Eddie asked with a small smile.

Sam paused, and she let out a breath, her eyes scanning over his features. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his, brushing their noses together.

“Yes please,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip to stop a smile.

At her words, Eddie finally closed the gap between them, pressing his lips gently against hers. Her lips were soft and sweet causing butterflies to erupt in his stomach, as his hand moved around the back of her neck and rested there to deepen the kiss. It was everything he had hoped it would be and more.

He took her bottom lip in between his teeth and slowly swiped his tongue over the same spot as he let go, silently asking for permission. As Sam’s lips opened for him he felt her hand slip into his hair. He held back a groan as she dragged her nails across his scalp tugging lightly on the strands laced between her fingers.

He’s never felt anything like this before, not with any other girl anyway. He can’t get enough of her. His hands trail down to her thigh, the cold metal on his rings causing her to flinch a little, but he doesn’t even notice all he can think about is devouring the girl he’s waited so patiently to get his hands on.

Sam moaned against his grip, leaning as close as she could on the narrow bench. Eddie let his hand trail away from her neck, his fingers tracing her spine. He skated along the hem of her jeans where they met her shirt and dared to let them dance against her hot skin. Her back arched into him as he ran them against her skin, her lips curving into a bring smile against his mouth.

“That tickles,” she whispered breathlessly.

"I'll be sure to remember that for next time," Eddie replied with a grin.

His lips trailed down along her jaw as one hand gripped the soft skin of her hip. The other hand slowly came up to tangle in her hair, pulling her head back to gain access to her throat.

"Next time?" she panted, heavy lidded eyes staring at the ceiling.

The room felt like it was a million times hotter. The throbbing between her legs grew stronger as Eddie began to leave warm, wet kisses on her skin.

"I mean, I need more lessons, don't I?" he asked cheekily, nipping at Sam's neck.

"I don't know, Munson, I think you know enough already," Sam sighed.

A low chuckle left Eddie’s chest, as his tongue glided along up her throat before reattaching his lips to hers. He gently let go of her hair, and brushed his nose against hers “If you want me to stop sweetheart, just say the word…” He spoke, quietly, ghosting the back of his fingers against her cheek.

Sam’s eyes shot open, and she moved a little to look at him, a sweet smile plastered to her lips. “Don’t you dare..” She breathed, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him as close as she possibly could without either of them falling off the piano bench.

The bench wobbled uneasily beneath them sending them both scrambling not to fall. But it was too late, Eddie tipped too far unable to recover, and took Sam with him. Tumbling to the floor in a tangled mess he gripped her tightly so she fell against his chest and didn’t hit the floor. The impact knocked the wind out of him and he groaned uncomfortably as Sam sat back onto her knees, straddling either side of his hips.

“Oh shit,” she slapped her hand over her mouth, giggling, “are you okay?” She quickly realized he might actually be hurt and ran her hands over his chest and face as he recovered from the fall.

“I think,” he groaned, “I think I need mouth to mouth, I can’t…” he pretended to faint and Sam laughed even harder.

“I think I can help with that,” she wrapped her fingers into the bundle of necklaces around his throat and crushed her lips against his just to shut him up.

Eddie sat up, cupping her head as their tongues tangled together. He rolled Sam onto her back, bumping into a few of the chairs. She cackled as he groaned.

"Christ, I swear I've done this before," Eddie said before laughing out loud.

"Lookin' forward to you proving that," she said with a smile.

Eddie kissed Sam again as she pulled off his jacket and tossed it to the side. The lean muscle of his shoulders and arms flexed against her hands as he hovered over her body. His hands slid under her shirt, long fingers gripping her ribs.

"You are ridiculously soft, holy shit," Eddie groans as his hips rock against hers.

She giggles, squirming in his grasp. Her eyes go wide as Eddie smiles, "ticklish, there too?"

His fingers dug into the skin of her side, causing Sam's back to arch. A laugh ending in a moan bubbled from her lips as the motion caused his hip bones to dig into her thighs.

Eddie used his knee to open up her legs and nestled himself between them, as he peppered her face with wet, messy kisses, landing back on her lips quickly, before ghosting her jaw with his tongue and then pulling her ear lobe between his teeth gently.

“I think this is the best music lesson I’ve ever had..” He rasped in her ear as Sam’s hands tangled into his hair. He moved his kiss down her neck and across her collarbone, as he pushed her shirt up and helped her pull it over her head.

He sat himself up onto his elbow and softly ran his finger across her collarbone and down her arm. “God, you’re beautiful…” He smiled at her, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. “I meant it, princess, you say the word and we stop, okay?”

Sam responded with a nod, so lost in his eyes she couldn’t find her words for a moment. Eddie nudged her nose lightly.

“I’m gonna need to hear you say it, sweetheart, can you do that for me?” he breathed against her lips. She cupped his face in her hands and lifted her chin, her lips meeting his as she took them between hers in a sweet but hungry kiss. She mimicked his previous action and pulled his bottom lip down with her teeth as she came back down. The pull made him groan as his hips bucked against hers.

“I say the word and we stop. I know.” She pulled her hands from his face, dipping them between their bodies and finding the hem of his shirt. “Off,” she panted against him as she fumbled with the fabric.

Eddie sat back carefully, raised on his knees, and lifted the shirt over his head in a swift movement, the necklaces getting caught in the collar. Sam laughed, gently pulling them free and letting them fall to his bare chest. Eddie stared at her, hovering over her body, and tickled his finger at the top of her jeans

“You can take them off Eddie, it’s okay” She breathed, smiling up at him, knowing that he was hesitating to go farther without her consent.

Taking a deep breath, he dipped his head and kissed his way from her neck down her torso as his fingers worked to undo her jeans. He hooked his fingers into them and slowly pulled them off, Sam’s hips lifting to help him before her pants were tossed aside. Eddie took her ankle in his hand, gliding his lips up her leg, placing little kisses along the way.

Sam let out a slight whine from beneath him, and reached for him again, “Baby please.. You’re being a tease,” she pouted.

Another deep chuckle left his chest, as he moved his body back on top of Sam’s, resting a hand above her head while his fingertips drew circles on her torso, skating slightly underneath her bra and the edge of her panties.

“Can I take these off?” he asked as he placed small kisses all over her jawline and his finger slipped under her bra strap.

A low moan tumbled from her lips as he reached her neck and he nibbled on the spot right below her ear. “God yes.”

Eddie smiled against her neck. He slid the tip of his nose up to her ear and whispered, “As you wish m’lady.” Earned a giggle from Sam as his hands reached towards her back.

His fingers grazed against her skin as he popped the clasp on her bra and tucked his hands into the straps and pulled it from her shoulders. “Do you just watch The Princess Bride by yourself or?” Sam watched him through her lashes as his expression shifted from confident to flustered.

“Enough talking princess,” he nuzzled his face against her neck to avoid the question. Kissing her collarbone and sternum, licking his tongue against her skin in circles. He kissed the top of each breast, before pulling a nipple between his teeth and rolling it against his tongue.

Sam whimpered against his touch and her hands pressed into the scratchy music room carpet below her back as Eddie worked his mouth around her breasts. Her breath quickened and she arched her back, pressing herself into him as her nipple hardened in his touch.

Eddie’s hand traveled down her body, before he dragged a knuckle against the fabric of her panties, a gasp escaping Sam’s lips. He looked up with concern in his eyes, “Is this okay?”

Nodding her head furiously, Sam bucked her hips back against his fingers. “Absolutely..” She breathed, lifting her head up to look at him, “Show me what those fingers can do..” She rasped with a smirk on her lips.

Eddie arched an eyebrow, as mischief came across his face. He hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them off her legs, running his fingers lightly up her leg once more before dragging a finger through her wet folds. “So ready for me..” He whispered, placing a kiss on her hip bone.

He slipped a finger inside her warm cunt as he placed kisses on each hip bone and on top of her mound. His warm breath fanned above her throbbing nub as he stuck his tongue out and placed a kitten lick making her sing in pleasure as her back arched.

“Hmm I knew you’d sound beautiful.” he hummed.

Sam lifted herself up to her elbows and met his eyes. Eddie winked at her as he pulled his finger back, now slipping in two as he took her clit between his lips. He rolled his tongue around it and sucked as she let herself fall back, her hands finding solace in his hair.

“Oh, my G- Eddie please don’t stop.” Her fingers tangled in his hair she let her head fall back, red hair cascading in a pool on the floor beneath her. “Please,” the words dripped from her lips.

Eddie wasn’t planning on stopping, not until she was screaming his name, the anticipation of the sound was enough for him to pump faster. His other hand pressed to her stomach, holding her hips to the floor as his tongue worked against her sensitive, slick skin. She wanted to hear her beg for him, his name on her wet lips as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

“Eddie,” she whimpered. Her hand tugging a little harder in his hair, he moaned against her as the pain mixed with the pleasure only made him needier. She loosened the grip on his hair, gaining his attention, she curved her fingers beckoning him back to her lips and he listened without hesitation.

He slammed their lips back together and pushed his hips against her. A hand rested against her neck, the coolness of his rings combating the heat of her skin, as he swiped his thumb across her throat.

“I need you, sweetheart..” He mumbled against her lips before moving off her and messily discarding his jeans and boxers. Eddie rolled back onto Sam and peppered her face with kisses, reaching between them to line himself up with her entrance. “Are you okay?” He asked, tucking a piece of Sam’s hair behind her ear.

Through bated breath, Sam groaned an incoherent yes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and combed her fingers into his dark waves. Both of them moaned as he finally pushed himself into her, Eddie placed little kisses over her collarbone and shoulder whispering compliments and praises into her skin.

Sam gave a soft kiss to his earlobe and lowered her head to nuzzle her face against his neck. She could feel him stretching her out and pleasure took over her whole body, but she was desperate to feel more of him. She needed him as close as possible.

Her hands traveled down along his back to stop just above his cheeks. “I need you to move baby,” she whispered.

His lips attached to her neck and the small groan that erupted vibrated into her skin. “ Just tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop, okay? “. She nodded

Her hands traveled back up to cup his face, assuring him with a soft smile, and he started to move slowly. His eyes stared right into hers as if he tried to remember every single expression on her face. A mixture between pleasure and pain hit her and she whimpered under his warm body before she dove into a fiery kiss.

Eddie kept his movements slow and controlled while she got used to him as they kissed. All tongue and teeth as he swallowed her moans and cries between his lips. He let her lip go with a soft plop as he left a trail of wet kisses along her jawline and down her neck.

“You feel so good, Sam. So. Good.”

Each word was punctuated with thrusts as her nails dug small half moons above his shoulder blades. Sam’s hand flew to her mouth as she cried out his name. He moved his hand to grab hers and interlaced their fingers as he laid their hands down next to her face.

“Don’t, please. I wanna hear those sweet sounds.” He reassured her, staring over at her with admiration. Her beautiful red hair stuck messily to the sweat on her neck and forehead. Beads of sweat dripped down her neck, begging for attention.

Eddie couldn’t resist himself and ran his tongue along her skin, nipping at her jaw before kissing her again. “What about the,” she could barely catch her breath as he thrust into her again, “janitor?”

“Let him hear,” Eddie laughed, kissing her again, growling against her skin, “I want everyone to know that we’re in here.”

Sam let out a laugh which bled into a groan as she clenched around him and pressed her head into the carpet, arching her back into him and meeting his thrusts. “Oh god, Eddie..” She whined, squeezing his hand.

The danger and thought of being caught only made them crazier for each other. Eddie picked up his pace and slammed harder into her as pleasure completely took over, moans and praises dripped from his lips, as he pressed messy kisses to her lips, taking in all her sounds.

“Fuck princess, you’re close... I can feel you” He rasped, pressing his forehead against her, as their hips moved against each other, he reached between them and circled her clit with his middle finger.

Only able to nod her head, Sam whined and took his bottom lip between her teeth, “Oh my god..” She breathed, as she pulsed her muscles around him, feeling the fire growing in her belly.

The two of them moved against each other, a mess of sweat and pleasure filling the whole room as Sam scrambled to grip Eddie’s shoulders. Her vision went black for a split second as she felt herself let go, feeling Eddie’s lips slam against hers once more. His thrusts became uncontrolled and quick as if feeling Sam let go was all he needed, before he felt himself spilling into her, their loud moans surely echoing down the empty hallways of the school.

Eddie peppered her shoulder, neck, jawline, and face with tiny kisses, moving a hand up to cup her cheek and swiping a bead of sweat away from her face. “Are you okay?” He whispered, unable to keep the smile off his perfect lips.

She cupped his face with one hand while the other pushed back strands of sweaty curls from his face. He leaned into her touch and laid a kiss on her palm. Even as they caught their breath, he still couldn’t fathom that they were here together. That they actually shared this moment, that it wasn’t some lucid dream from leftover adrenaline from the week.

“Perfect. You are perfect.” She breathed with a smile as he bashfully pressed his cheek to hers, a soft chuckle tumbling from his lips as he slipped his hand under her lower back and flipped them onto their sides. Sam hissed a little at the movement earning a string of whispered ‘sorry’s’ and kisses to both her cheeks and the tip of her nose from him.

“I’m far from it sweetheart. But you, oh you are a work of art.”

“Don’t say that Eddie. You were perfect - you are perfect.” She looked into his eyes, carefully brushing his cheek with her hand and keeping eye contact.

He grinned and bit his bottom lip. “Come here.” He almost whispered and pulled her softly into his chest. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

She tangled two fingers into his necklaces and tilted her head up to look at him, “Eddie?” she said, the sound of her voice just a whisper. “What now?”

His brows pinched together, his lips pursing at her question. He hadn’t thought that far but now that he was there were a million things he wanted to do now, with her. He wanted to take her to the drive-in, to concerts, and walk her proudly down the hallway. He wanted everyone in Hawkins to know that she belonged to him, and he belonged to her. But what if that’s not what she wanted. He knew how people looked at him, and there was a fleeting moment of disappointment, of guilt for being selfish when he realized that she may be ashamed of him outside of this safe haven they had created. He had just needed her so badly he hadn’t thought about how hard he had just made everything for her.

He swallowed hard, looking at the locked door to the music room, “I,” he sighed, unsure of what to say. “Listen, Sam, I know how the school talks… if it’s better we can just pretend…”

“Pretend what?” Her voice was louder now. “If you’re going to suggest that I forget this happened, please don’t.” She pressed a soft kiss to his bottom lip and rubbed her thumb against his chest.

A deep sigh left Eddie’s chest as he pulled the small redhead closer to him, “I just... I don’t want anyone to hurt you... To turn on you or think less of you because of me. I would never forgive myself for doing that to you..” He answered quietly.

Eddie had gotten used to how everyone saw him. The villain who was corrupting the kids in town with his satanic game. The freak who was too loud and dramatic and didn’t know when to behave. He was used to the way everyone would stare at him or change sides of the street, and the thought of bringing that down upon Sam broke his heart.

Sam placed a light kiss on the tattoo that covered his heart before sitting back slightly to look in his eyes, “Eddie Munson, you listen to me. You are one of the kindest and most caring people I have ever met. I do not care what anyone says about you or the two of us together. I have wanted this for longer than I care to admit too. You are the person I choose Eddie. I want to be with you for exactly who you are.”

Eddie didn’t answer at first, but she could see how much her words affected him. How much he needed her to say that for him to understand that she didn’t give a shit what others would think of them together.

How much she cared for him.

The corner of his lips turned upwards into a soft smile and she swore that she could see his eyes getting slightly coated with tears before he placed his forehead against hers with closed eyes. He breathed out and whispered the words that made her heart beat faster than ever before.

“You are too precious for this world, princess… I’m never letting you go.” He embraced her into a tight hug and kissed her hard, feeling how her heart could burst out from her chest as she pulled him as close as possible with the grip on his necklace.

“Well, good thing I don’t plan on going anywhere then huh?” She said as he pulled back from her lips a soft but hesitant smile on his lips. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and took in the mix of her sweet soft scent with his as he tried to contain his emotions. She can’t see you crack, Munson. How the hell did he get so lucky?

“Sam?” he asked after a minute of silence, both not wanting to leave each other, but he knew at some point this moment would end and he was pushed into reality again.

“Yeah?” she whispered in a sleepy voice. He noticed her steady breathing. The last thing he wanted to do right now was to keep her awake but they had to get up at some point. Tomorrow would be a regular day at school again and he didn’t need anyone walking into the music room seeing them like this. This was just for him and her, a moment for nobody else but them.

Eddie smiled into her skin as he placed a sloppy kiss on her forehead, and brushed a hand over the side of her face, removing the strands of hair that were stuck in the sweat remaining on her skin. “We’ve gotta get up sweetheart,” He mumbled, shifting so that he could stand up, and reach out his hands for her. He pulled her up to her feet and placed both hands on the sides of her face.

“One more kiss” He chuckled, pressing his lips into hers, pulling back, and then kissing her a second time.

Sam giggled into the kiss, placing her hands on his waist. When he finally let her go, the two of them moved around the classroom, gathering their clothes and getting dressed again. Eddie stole glances at her as she pulled her shirt back over her head, unable to contain his happiness. It was a new feeling for him. He actually felt at peace with her around. He still worried about the backlash Sam would face just by being near him, it was something he was always going to worry about. This town loved to cut down anyone who dared be different than them and they wouldn’t hesitate to do that to Sam. He just knew it. But it just meant that he had to protect her. She had made it clear to him that she wasn’t running away that easily, which only seemed to make the uneasy feeling worse.

Once they were dressed, Eddie made his way back over to her, and draped his jacket around her shoulders, smiling as he placed a light kiss on the tip of her nose. “We should get you home, Red” He smirked, as he breathed out a deep sigh.

Eddie wrapped his arm around Sam’s waist and kissed her temple as they walked out of the classroom and into the hallway together. As they walked Sam leaned her head against his shoulder, and let out a deep breath.

“When we are together, the moments I cherish. With every beat of my heart to touch you, to hold you, to feel you, to need you. There's nothing to keep us apart..” Eddie sang quietly.

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