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The following morning they drove to Steve's house to clean up. It was the weekend and he didn't have Grace so Danny just hung around, not wanting to leave Steve alone yet. In fact, when the SEAL was taking too long in the bathroom he went to find out why. Not even thinking twice, he barged in to Steve's room without knocking and Steve didn't call him out for it.
Steve was looking under his bed.
"What are you looking for?"
"My pills," Steve replied, pulling the bottle in question from behind the leg of the bed.
"You're gonna keep taking them? Even after all this?"
"I'm glad I don't have to be afraid of losing control, but, Danny, I just want to be normal."
Danny glared at the offending pills and something on the label caught his eye. Snatching the pills from Steve before he could take one, Danny took a better look at the contents.
"Steve, there's silver in these!"
"So? Low levels of silver are good for the body," Steve replied defensively and grabbed for the bottle but Danny pulled it away.
"Not for us, dumbass! You've been slowly poisoning yourself! Remember, werewolf 101? Silver, beheading and fire - only three ways to kill us! You idiot! Haven't you ever watched a horror movie?" Danny knew he was ranting but he didn't care. How could Steve be so stupid?
"This is what they gave me. They must have thought they were safe. I figured the silver thing was just a myth," Steve said defensively, but not with the aggression he normally put in their arguments. Looked like he still saw Danny as Alpha and in this instance he was more than happy to use it.
"Well it isn't. If you'd kept taking these it would eventually kill you. You're going to need blood to flush this crap out of your system and we're flushing these down the toilet right now," he stated and marched to the bathroom before Steve could object and tipped the pills down the drain.
When Steve didn't even offer token protest, Danny huffed in frustration.
"Will you please quit it with this alpha crap? This submissive thing is freaking me out!"
"Give me a few days to adjust Danno, I'm sure we'll get back to normal soon enough," Steve replied, bowing his head in submission. Danny threw his hands in the air in despair and went back downstairs, followed shortly by Steve.
Steve went straight for the refrigerator, grabbed them both beers and headed out to the lenai, so Danny followed and they both took their customary seats and, after Steve passed him a beer, they sat watching the ocean in silence.
A little later, they went to visit Max.
"Why are we here?" Steve asked as they walked from the car to Max's porch.
"I want you to get some blood and I need to stock up too."
"Max is your supplier?" Steve said incredulous and Danny chuckled. Max did seem the most unlikely person for this if you didn't know what Danny knew. He didn't answer Steve, just smiled enigmatically and knocked on the door.
Max opened it with his usual big grin.
"That time of the month again.... Oh, Commander McGarrett, I didn't see you there. Is this visit official police business?" he said, looking from one to the other for confirmation.
Danny smiled wider and clapped a hand on Max's shoulder before pushing past him to go inside.
"Relax, Max, Steve's in the club" he explained as Steve followed him in and Max shut the door.
Puzzled, Max raised his glasses and took a good look at Steve.
"Most intriguing. Though I did warn you it was only a matter of time."
"He was turned years ago smart-ass," Danny replied, grin getting bigger and smug. He knew he shouldn't, but this was too much fun.
"But how did we never know?" Max asked, surprise and curiosity evident on his face.
"Wait... Max is a werewolf too?" Steve asked, causing Danny to burst out laughing. Max looked as affronted as if one of them had badmouthed one of precious sci-fi shows, which Danny found even more hilarious.
"I most certainly am not. I'm a vampire."