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mcdannoangelwolf · 3 years ago

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immortal and non-immortal AU (Feel free to ignore this and do whatever you want. Ship McDanno with Danny being the immortal one. Something maybe involving Steve's research on Danny, which is canon, but when cross referencing facial recognition[maybe testing out an upgrade Jerry added?idk xD] and popping up through old archived history photographs and paintings and articles are people who look EXACTLY like Danny, and Steve falls through his rabbit hole before confronting Danny?)

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Thank you so much for this prompt! I'm sorry that it's taken me so long to get it out. Work has been hectic and this prompt got away from me. This will likely be re-written and expanded later on.

I twisted it a bit from the "traditional" Immortal. I took some of the premise, (what I could get from the previews as I haven't seen it lol), from Infinite. I hope you enjoy it!

The Story is almost 3k words and 6 Microsoft word pages long so I'm adding a read more.

Steve had always noticed that Danny was…different. There was a soulfulness in his eyes that contrasted with his long-suffering attitude toward people. He could be the sweetest and most kind man in existence but, with the flip of a coin, have an almost murderous contempt for idiots, criminals, and just bad people in general.

He had a wide breadth of knowledge but seemed to enjoy, if not playing the fool, then at least downplaying his own intelligence. Steve never called him out on it. After all, why would he? People were allowed to be who they were. To behave how they wanted. Steve was well aware that he had his own set of quirks. There was a reason Danny called him a Neanderthal.

So Steve didn’t push, didn’t pry. When Danny spouted some obscure fact or knowledge Steve accepted it and moved on. He took the excuses Danny gave for knowing “limited” amounts of Russian and Spanish at face value, even though he could tell they were bullshit.

No matter how close they got, (closer than Steve had been to anyone in a long time but not as close as Steve was wanting; yet at least), Steve let it go. It was frustrating, sure, but even the batshit frustrating stuff about him Steve loved.

Steve may have had more quirks than he was aware of.

It wasn’t until 5-0 got involved with beta-testing a next-gen facial rec program that Steve’s curiosity got the better of him. The program was meant to crawl the web for matches to any person's picture it was given. It was supposed to pull from any publically available image, archive, or website. Jerry had tried to explain the exact methods but the only one who seemed to really understand was Chin.

Out of curiosity, the team had taken turns putting their pics in to see what the program would bring up. Everyone but Danny and Jerry. Jerry had spouted off something about Big Brother and some other conspiracy theories that Steve hadn’t paid much attention to. Danny though, Danny had just said no. A vehement, stern no that brooked no argument.

Steve hadn’t pushed. Hadn’t thought to, to be honest. They were having too much fun. Steve’s pic brought up a bunch of news stories about 5-0. As well as news articles about his wrongful arrest for Jameson’s murder.

Chin’s picture brought up bittersweet kinds of memories. Old wedding announcements for him and Malia.

Kono’s pic brought up all kind of old news articles about her former surfing career.

The program’s reach was interesting but they all agreed that it felt a bit invasive. Since they basically had free-run of it though they were able to delete their searches and it’s results. Shortly after the team testing,were they caught a case and Steve forgot all about Danny’s reticence to play around with the program with them.

Once the case was solved, the bad guys caught, and justice was served; Steve was alone in the office, catching up on paperwork. Everyone else had gone home hours ago and Steve himself was about to call it night. He would have left sooner but it was Thursday night and, if he got it all finished, the team could have a three-day weekend. So once all the I’s were dotted and the T’s were crossed Steve packed up and headed for the door.

As he was locking up his office though he glanced over at Danny’s office and once more remembered Danny’s reluctance to experiment with the program.

In the back of his mind, Steve knew was a bad idea. Potentially crossing the line, but he couldn’t help but be curious. Knowing If Danny found out there would be hell to pay Steve booted up the tech table and brought up the program. Using a photo from his phone, (one taken of Danny and Grace on his beach a few weeks back), Steve ran the program.

It took longer to come back with results than it had for the others and when it was done Steve still didn’t expect much. Some articles about 5-0, maybe some stuff from back in Jersey.

Steve was so, so wrong.

*** Steve sat outside Danny’s apartment, drumming his fingers on the wheel nervously. He kept looking at the thick folder on the seat next to him, then back at Danny’s door. Debating.

It was crazy. Absolutely crazy. The folder contained the results of the facial rec program Steve had run on Danny. It had turned up a lot of results. A lot of them. Dozens upon dozens more than it had for everyone else. Combined.

But the results… couldn’t be possible. Couldn’t be real. But they were. Steve had checked. Had looked up every single result individually. Just to make sure. Even having done that though Steve was still having a hard time believing what he had found. Surely there was some sort of explanation for it.

They said everyone in the world had a twin, that there were only so many faces in existence, but a single face; across hundreds of years. Near perfect matches. It was insane. Impossible.

Wasn’t it?

Steve didn’t know. He had seen some weird things in his time as a SEAL. Things he couldn’t explain, even to this day. But nothing like this. Steve had tried to ignore it. To bury it along with all the other weird shit he had seen in his life.

But this wasn’t weird shadows or unexplained sightings in some backwater country overseas. This was Danny. His partner and best friend. It had to be some sort of massive coincidence but Steve couldn’t seem to ignore it. So even though he was sure Danny would light his ass up for running his picture he put together everything he had and now sat in front of Danny’s apartment.

Before he could try and talk himself out of it Steve grabbed the folder and headed for the door. He had barely finished his third knock when the door swung open to reveal Danny in a black tank-top and shorts, holding two beers between his fingers.

“I was wondering how long you were gonna sit out there.” Danny smirked, stepping aside to let Steve in before holding out the beers. Steve took one of them and downed half of it as he walked across the matchbox of Danny’s living room to the lone chair.

Steve dropped into the chair and dropped the folder on the coffee table.

“What’s up with the file, we got a case?” Danny questioned. Moving to sit on the sofa.

Steve, not knowing how to start the conversation just pushed the folder across the table to him. Danny quirked his eyebrows at him but took a swig from his own bottle and flicked the folder open.

The curiosity immediately fell off Danny’s face as he flipped through the contents of the folder. Printouts of the pictures Steve had found on the net. The normal stuff he had expected to find. Pictures of Danny from back in Jersey, from the papers where he had received commendations, a group photo of his police academy graduation, his wedding announcement to Rachel. All the normal stuff.

But then it got weirder. Older pictures.

A shaggy-haired hippy at war protest from an old 60s newspaper.

A black and white pic of a group of men in high waited trousers, suspenders, and white shirts. A short man with slicked-back blond hair, smoking in the middle of the group.

Sepia-toned pictures of different old cowboys. Long hair scraggly under their hats with drawings ,broad mustaches.

Still older. Oil paintings and charcoal drawing. Carved and clay busts. Pictures of forgotten frescos and tile art.

The man in every picture had, objectively, the same face. A minor difference in pic. Skin tone, hair, or eye color. But it WAS the same man. It was Danny.

“Where did you get these?” Danny’s voice was hoarse as closed the folder.

“I got bored. I know you didn’t want to but I ran your pic. I figured you didn’t want to cause there was something embarrassing.” Steve murmured, stomach in knots. Danny wasn’t reacting how he thought he would. With dismissiveness of the program as a glitch or some sort of coincidence. Instead he was neutral. Almost calculating.

“Does anyone else know?” Danny questioned without looking up.

“What? Danny, what’s going on?” Steve barely got the words out before Danny was up and looming over him. Steve instinctively shrank back further in the chair; eyes locked with Danny’s as he gazed up at him.

Danny’s expression was a hurricane on a midnight sea, sharp lightening across the midnight sky, and raging forest fire all at once. Angry, wrathful, and lethal. For the first time in their relationship, Steve was actually afraid of the man before him.

“Did you show anyone else, does anyone else know?!” Danny growled, low and sinister.

The tone was ice in his gut and a splash of cold water on his face.

“No. No one else. I transferred the results to a thumb drive, erased the search, the results and even uninstalled the program. I used my laptop at home to get all these…with a VPN. I erased the drive and the results there too.” The words tumbled out of Steve in a frenzied rush. It was all true. He hadn’t known what he had, still didn’t but he hadn’t wanted to take any kind of chance and had made sure that his actions couldn’t be traced.

Danny stared at him for a moment before his face softened into a tired expression. Steve’s breath caught in his throat as Danny rested a hand over his cheek for a moment before turning to drop onto the couch.

Steve wrangled himself back into composure as watched Danny drain his beer before resting his head in his hands.

“It’s not some kind of glitch in the program or weird coincidence is it?” Steve asked, voice hushed.

Danny let out an inelegant snort and fell back against the sofa before replying.

“If I told you it was, would you leave it alone? Would you walk out and forget you ever saw these, that this conversation ever happened?” Danny asked, eyes on the ceiling.

Before Steve could answer though Danny went on.

“Of course you wouldn’t. You might for a day or a week; maybe even a month. But eventually, we’d be right back here.” Again before Steve could make any reply Danny was up and moving past him.

Steve craned around and tracked him into the kitchen where he pulled a bottle of booze and two tumblers from the cabinet.

“Sip it slow,” Danny told him, handing three fingers of amber booze, “It's older than both of us.”

“You sure about that?” Steve asked without thought, eyes on the closed folder.

Danny dropped heavily onto the couch and sipped at his drink. Following his lead, Steve took a cautious sip of what turned out to be an amazing scotch. It flowed over his tongue, dark and smooth, tasting faintly of tart cherry and citrus.

“Good right,” Danny asked quietly, “it should be. It's fifty years old.”

Steve choked a bit on his second sip at the revelation. A fifty-year-old bottle of scotch this good would cost thousands.

“It was a gift to me, from my last lifetime.” Danny spoke quietly, staring into his glass.

“So those are you….how…what are you?�� Steve hated how hoarse his voice was and the way he squeezed the tumbler.

Danny downed the last of his booze and put the glass on the table.

“I’m a human. Just like you. Not a vampire or a highlander or whatever else you might be thinking of. I’m Daniel Williams, born 1976 to Clara and Edward Williams in Newark, New Jersey.” Danny spoke without looking at him, instead, his gaze was locked on the wall opposite the couch.

Steve’s heart clenched at Danny’s quiet, defeated tone, his wretched expression. Without thinking about it he tabled his glass and moved to sit next to his friend.

“Danny…you don’t…” Steve started, intending to tell him he didn’t have to go on to, to tell him. Before he could though Danny went on.

“I’m an Infinite. It’s what we call ourselves. When we die, we come back. Sometimes instantly. Sometimes it takes a bit. But never more than a week or two. We get eighteen years of normal life. The day we turn eighteen memories from our past lives start to trickle back in. Within a year we can recall our last life in perfect detail. If we push we can usually recall a few dozen. Some Infinites dedicate their entire lives to remembering their past lives.” The words fell out of Danny in a rush and with every sentence, Steve developed more questions.

Steve was still processing when Danny spoke again.

“I know you’ve got a thousand questions. Since we’re doing this I will do my best to answer them all. Eventually. But, for now, can we please leave the heavy stuff for later? No God, Devil, Heaven, or Hell stuff? Please?” There was a desperation in Danny’s voice that Had Steve agreeing without thought and locking his more existential questions up for later.

“To be clear,” Steve asked after a moment, “You’re talking about Past Lives, Reincarnation?” It was a stupid question, that was obviously what they were talking about. But Steve needed a moment.

“Yea, Reincarnation,” Danny nodded at the folder as he spoke, “Those are just a few. Honestly, I’ve come one-upmore times than I can recall. I don’t often try to get the details, but stuff trickles in whether you want it or not. Old memories, skills or knowledge; languages. You can build on stuff from lifetime to lifetime. A lot of Infinites make it into a contest. Trying to one up each other, they’ll spend lifetimes practicing and training. Just thinking about it is exhausting.” Danny actually chuckled a bit and Steve felt himself relax a bit.

“How many are there?” Steve questioned after a moment.

“Only around two hundred. Sometimes it’s hard to keep track. Sometimes Infinites stop coming back and new ones show up. It’s a real bitch when that happens transferring wealth and property from a Finished Infinite to a new one. Lots of paperwork and bureaucracy. You think Congress is bad, you should see a group of semi-Immortals trying to get things done.”

Over the next few hours, Steve asked several questions and Danny answered every one.

“Do you look the same every time?” “Pretty much. Hair color and eye color will vary sometimes. Height and build too. But always the same face.”

“Does your family know?” “If they do they’ve never mentioned. When you start to remember, another Infinite shows up to explain it all. We can recognize each other and when we start to remember another Infinite is drawn to us. I dunno how, we dunno how. It just happens.”

“You mentioned, wealth.” “Yea, that’s complicated. We accrue wealth from lifetime to lifetime. Stashed in banks across the world. I usually don’t bother with it. I’ll arrange for mom and dad to get some for their retirement, Grace will get a scholarship to whatever school she wants. Other than that, It’ll sit there.”

Eventually,, Steve asked the question that had been burning in his mind.

“So what does this mean for me, for…us?” Steve was afraid of the answer. He was SEAL, he knew about Black Ops, about classified. This wasn’t the kind of information that just anyone could have.

Danny turned and sat cross-legged on the couch to face him and poked and prodded at him until he did the same.

“Unless you plan to go around, running your mouth about immortals walking around nothing is gonna happen to you Steve. One person a lifetime is allowed to know. I don’t usually bother telling anyone. It…it’s a lot to take in,” Danny told him quietly before reaching out to take his hands, “As for us…that’s up to you. I can’t leave Hawaii, leave Grace. And I can’t suddenly come up with the money to fight for custody without red flags. But…I can put distance between us. I can leave 5-0, go back to HPD or something.”

Danny didn’t look at him as he spoke, instead, he kept his eyes on their linked hands. Steve’s heart clenched at the words, at the thought. Not seeing Danny, not working with him, not spending time with him and Grace. Danny had become such an integral part of his life. Just picturing that life made Steve sick.

Before his higher brain functions could kick in and stop him Steve loosened one of his hands from Danny’s and used it to tilt his face up and press their lips together.

As kisses went it was…pretty crappy. The angle was off and, Steve was a bit strained from his sitting position but once Danny’s hand rested on his cheek, it felt like heaven.

“You’re Danny Williams,” Steve said once they broke apart; still close enough to share breathes, “Born 1976 to Clara and Edward Williams in Newark, New Jersey. That’s who you are, and all that matters. Everything else, everyone else can wait.” Steve nodded sideways at the folder without taking his eyes off Danny.

With teary eyes Danny leaned in and kisses him again.

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