It's not like his has the whole low down on Chin. Not like he knows how he ended up at the Arizona this morning. But it's been two decades. People change, what they want from life and what they want to be doing with their lives changes.
Steve's changed more in one day than he ever thought it could when was that young. One car bomb, and the knock of one hand on the door, and a colliding row of dominoes changed near everything he was ever certain about except The Navy. He can't even quantify an emotion for the blank wonder of if this one will. The gun shot. Still ringing, thin and tinny in his ear, over the phone. His father's blood on the house. He's not sixteen anymore. He didn't want this, but he isn't.
It's a though process that sends him staring out the window, seeing nothing, even while he's watching the Arizona Memorial buildings get closer as they turn toward it, and its parking lot, and the area that will be covered even more with tourists and a handful of veterans, given that it isn't early morning. Trying to shake the thought of three different McGarrett dying on this island under anything but natural circumstances. Like it was some monster stalking them all.
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Date: 2014-01-20 03:04 pm (UTC)It's not like his has the whole low down on Chin. Not like he knows how he ended up at the Arizona this morning.
But it's been two decades. People change, what they want from life and what they want to be doing with their lives changes.
Steve's changed more in one day than he ever thought it could when was that young. One car bomb, and the knock of one hand on the door, and a colliding row of dominoes changed near everything he was ever certain about except The Navy. He can't even quantify an emotion for the blank wonder of if this one will. The gun shot. Still ringing, thin and tinny in his ear, over the phone. His father's blood on the house. He's not sixteen anymore. He didn't want this, but he isn't.
It's a though process that sends him staring out the window, seeing nothing, even while he's watching the Arizona Memorial buildings get closer as they turn toward it, and its parking lot, and the area that will be covered even more with tourists and a handful of veterans, given that it isn't early morning. Trying to shake the thought of three different McGarrett dying on this island under anything but natural circumstances. Like it was some monster stalking them all.