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[haolehothead]

There are some things that Danny is never going to believe and this island has a habit of throwing them at him en masse to make him as disbelieving as possible of reality. When Danny wakes up, instead of being treated to a nice and leisurely morning, he wakes up, feels how his chest is smashed against Steve, gets a flood of nice little hormones, and lets out an indignant sounding shriek.

That's all he manages before pushing at Steve with a bare (and small) foot. He bolts from the bedroom and has about a moment's worth of panic before heading for the spare room to dig hurriedly through the drawers. His pajamas are falling off and the first order of business (beyond, 'freak out about being a chick') revolves around clothes. He eventually finds a smaller t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, which is around the same point that Danny thinks he hears noises -- Steve-shaped noises. He curls up in the corner of the room, trying to ignore facts coming into view (like how his hair is an enormous mess or how he seems shorter or how he is a woman and feels like a kid) and tries to hide.

His attempts are interfered with, of course, when Zulu decides to jump into his lap with a bark, forcing Danny to catch him. "Hey," he growls, not accustomed to the higher pitch, but grateful for the familiar cadence. "What the hell are you doing? Shut up!"

Danny just wishes that his stomach wasn't tumbling around and around like a goddamn washing machine at the mere thought of seeing Steve. Hormones, nerves, and a girl's body. Great. Just great. Maybe he should have stayed to check if Steve was okay, but for the moment, hiding seems the best course of action.

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[newkindofcop]

Steve doesn't wake up at first, when Danny pushes away from him and starts rummaging through drawers. He's completely dead to the world as of this moment, sleeping soundly. Ever since the idea to expand on their porch hit him, he's been working in every minute of his spare time, and ironically, construction has a way of wearing him out much more than drills with the ITF or surfing might.

His internal clock is set for an earlier hour, though, and he eventually wakes up on his own, but there's some commotion as he's slowly drawn out of sleep, Zulu barking in the next room and getting more hysterical by the minute.

Steve finally gets up with a groan, shucking on some pajama pants and going to investigate. "What's up, buddy? You hun - " His half-lidded eyes snap open fully as he finds the tiny blonde girl curled up in the spare bed, her face hidden in the dog's neck.

"- gry," Steve slowly finishes, taking a few slow steps into the room and crouching next to the bed. "Okay, who are you and why are you here?"

[haolehothead]

Danny manages to lift his head away from Zulu's fur, but the look of sheer contempt and fury makes his lip curl up in a way that he's sure looks petulant. The hair is ridiculous and Danny's had to move the ring from his ring finger to his thumb because it kept slipping off. "Are you kidding me?" he whines. "Are you actually kidding me? I am tiny and a girl and...and..."

And a part of him wants to slap Steve as much as a part that wants to mount him like a tree. Hello desire, thank you for joining this barn-dance.

[newkindofcop]

To say Steve is shocked is the understatement of the century, his surprise almost causing him to lose his balance as he sways back on his heels, hands bracing against the bed when he leans back in. He's ready to doubt what's right in front of him but he knows those eyes, knows that look of disgust and that voice that sounds almost exactly the same, despite being a few octaves higher.

"Danny?"

[haolehothead]

Danny rolls his eyes. "No, I'm the ghost of your first fuck," he retorts sharply, because who the hell else is he supposed to be, even if he's suddenly young and a girl and short and so many other things that he's not happy about. He possessively grips Zulu tighter, not willing to give his puppy away, even as the dog struggles.

[newkindofcop]

Zulu whimpers and struggles against that grip and Steve leans in, looks into those eyes that he knows so well staring back at him, and brushes a few strands of longer blonde hair back behind Danny's ear, frowning in thought. "When did this happen?"

[haolehothead]

Danny loosens the grip just slightly, but only because he's starting to go a bit slack-jawed and useless when in close proximity to Steve when he looks the way he does with his shirt off and his pants riding low on his hips. Danny's really going to lose it soon, especially considering how his brain is currently trying to convince him to mount him against the wall or pin him to the bed. "I don't know, okay? I don't know. One minute we're asleep and the next I wake up and I'm this," he complains sharply, a buzz of heady sensation running through him at Steve's touch.

[newkindofcop]

"This has got to be one of those things," Steve muses out loud. "You know, like the day of honesty before, where you just - change. Which means this is probably only temporary, right? Only a couple of days or so?" He glances over Danny's shape for a moment - smaller than before, and curvy, swallowed up in that t-shirt and sweatpants and still Danny somehow, but it's a lot to take in. "I'm sorry, D," he adds, sighing.

[haolehothead]

He's sorry, he says. He's sorry, which does nothing for Danny when he's still a girl and feels awkward and can't exactly get used to not having a dick or having breasts and instead of doing much, he lets Zulu out of his arms, picks up the cover and crawls in under it because holy god, he is mortified by some of the thoughts he is having about Steve right now. "You're sorry," he huffs out, from beneath the sheet. "That's just, that's just great, you're sorry and you're shirtless."

[newkindofcop]

"What does my being shirtless have anything to do with it? Danny," Steve murmurs, getting up out of his crouch and sitting on the edge of the bed, resting a hand on a small lump that he's pretty sure is Danny's shoulder - he thinks, at least. "C'mon, you don't have to go anywhere. We can stay here, wait this out, wait until everything goes back to normal."

[haolehothead]

Danny's beginning to get a better read on just what age he must be, because when he shows up at the children's office, he gets overwhelmed with a sensation that is truly familiar because it isn't one that hit until he was eighteen and realized that more than anything else in the world, he wanted to be a cop and a father.

It must be eighteen, then, because when he turns up again, he gets the same feeling. Danny rubs at his face with the too-long ends of the fuzzy sweater he's wearing and heads inside to make a face at one of the infants, bending down and adjusting the jeans in order to pick her up. "Hey there, cutie," he whispers, adjusting the baby in his arms to take a spin around the room slowly, rocking back and forth as they go.

[newkindofcop]

Steve's in the Compound kitchen while Danny works, making them both some lunch as he waits. By the time he's finished, it's just about lunchtime and he decides to bring what he's made up to the third level, meeting Danny where he works.

Food in hand, he stops in the doorway, his eyes finding Danny by that shock of untamed blonde hair, and just watches, a fond smile passing over his lips, enjoying the sight for as long as he can before Danny notices him there.

[haolehothead]

Danny's busy shifting the infant in his arms carefully, hushing him with soft little sounds as he brings the baby around the room, glancing up to find Steve staring at him. He flushes and turns away, suddenly shy for reasons he can't explain, and he draws the sweater over his palms further, bending down to brush his nose against the soft skin of the baby. "He's staring, isn't he," Danny mumbles.

[newkindofcop]

"Yeah, I'm staring," Steve murmurs. He's set the plates of food down on a table and walked over to stand behind Danny, pressing a hand against the small of his back as he leans down to brush lips over the top of his head. "Got something nice to stare at."

[haolehothead]

Danny would swat him away, but he has his hands occupied by a child that he has no actual intention of dropping. So he limits himself to an amused guffaw as he leans back into Steve's grip. "Funny boy," he drawls out wryly. "What'd you cook me, wifey?"

[newkindofcop]

"There's some fruit over there," Steve points out, "and I made you a peanut butter and banana sandwich. Figured you were going to be hungry after we - " He notices the small number of children around and quickly changes his sentence midway through. " - had our playtime this morning."

[haolehothead]

Danny's face contorts into an expression of vague bemusement at Steve's momentary pause, pressing a kiss to the infant's forehead in his arms before letting the baby down, heading for the plate and practically devouring the sandwich whole. "S'good," he praises. "You're a real chef in training."

[newkindofcop]

"Yeah, well, I took some classes," Steve teases, reaching down to eat his own sandwich, albeit a bit slower than the rate at which Danny is devouring his own. "Doesn't take much to slap together a couple pieces of bread." He's still smiling at Danny, though, reaching over to push one of the sweater sleeves up his arms.

[haolehothead]

Danny's at the Winchester at precisely the time that he's said he'd be there, which means that he's dressed in a little black thing that hugs every curve and manages to make his ass look absolutely incredible. And really, when he's trying to impress Steve, you just need to highlight the ass.

He's ordered drinks and is currently sucking his through a straw, waiting at the restaurant for Steve to arrive, and crossing his legs neatly, the heels a menace, but at least a reassurance that Danny's back to his normal height.

[newkindofcop]

Steve arrives moments after Danny starts in on his drink, looking around the Winchester as his gaze scans the room before landing on a face that's become more familiar to him these past couple of days.

He's dressed up too, a suit jacket, pair of slacks and a nice dress shirt undone by a few buttons, clean-shaven. He's got his glasses in one pocket too so he can read the menu, and he leans down to kiss Danny's cheek quickly before taking a seat in the other chair, smiling at him from across the table.

"You look amazing," he admits, his tone slightly surprised - and definitely impressed.

[haolehothead]

Danny smirks up at Steve and settles back in the chair, a casual look on his face, but the way he leans forward is an indicator of body language that says that he's definitely pleased. "Rachel helped," he allows, letting his eyes roam over Steve's outfit. His heart is beating faster, now, and Danny bites his lip hard as he looks at the man in front of him. "God, you look good," he exhales.

[newkindofcop]

"Why am I not surprised?" Steve chuckles, grinning slowly as he briefly swipes fingertips over his own jaw. He hasn't been able to see much of the dress since Danny's sitting down, but he can only imagine how it hugs his smaller, curvier shape. "So do you," he promises, voice low and gaze insistent as he reaches for his drink.

[haolehothead]

Danny's up on his feet when Steve reaches for the drink, giving him a look that says he is not going to get away with just a brief kiss. Danny curls his fingers around Steve's cheek and leans in slowly to brush slow kisses to Steve's lips, nudging his nose in against Steve's and really taking advantage. "Hi," he says, softer, with a more delighted smile.

[newkindofcop]

"Hi," Steve whispers, visibly amused and pleased by the deepening kisses - and then taking advantage of his position to really see how short the dress actually is on Danny, one hand discreetly resting on the outside of his hip. He breaks the kiss to take a long sip of his drink, clearing his throat after he swallows.

[haolehothead]

Danny can't help the delighted smirk as he settles back in his chair, unable to help himself. Really, it's a good thing that he's sitting down, because he might have his own mental breakdown otherwise. He gestures to the menu. "I figured I'd let you decide what we're eating. Like a gentleman and all."

[newkindofcop]

"That's considerate of you," Steve replies, picking up the menu and glancing over the small list. He's noticed a black marker on the table, but he doesn't comment on it, wondering if it's something their server might have left behind by accident. "I don't know about you, but I'm thinking seafood."