A/N: This is technically my third H50 Fanfic, but the other one I'm working on is giving me some trouble, and it's going to end up being really long. So I'm posting this one first.

This idea came to me a while ago, but I've only just gotten around to actually writing it. It's mainly about Steve and Danno, but there will be some Grace and some of my OC, Jesse, as well as some 5-0 team.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Please leave me comments and reviews. :3

"I cannot believe you managed to say bubbles in an angry, menacing way." Danno said, looking at Steve in a mixture of awe and skepticism.

"I'm just brilliant like that." Steve said, flashing a grin at Danny.

They were on their way home after a long day at work, and Steve had decided to let Danny drive. He wouldn't admit it to Danny, but his head was killing him. He'd taken more than a few hits to the head earlier, and, though he hadn't really felt them at the time, they had really added up.

Reaching up, he rubbed his eyes.

"You ok?" Danny asked, glancing over at Steve. He had insisted they go to the hospital, just to make sure Steve was ok. Much to his surprise, and more than likely, Steve's own surprise, the doctor had cleared him. They had even had a CT scan done and there appeared to be no lasting damage, although she had suggested that Steve take it easy for a few days.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Steve said.

Before Danny could push the issue, they arrived at Stev-their house, Danny reminded himself. He didn't know how long it would take for him to get used to that.

Pulling into the driveway, he switched the car off and, after another concerned glance at Steve, climbed out. He was following Steve up the steps to the front door, when it flew open and their daughters came dashing out.

"Danno!" Grace called, leaping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist, just like the monkey she was.

Jesse's greeting wasn't quite as energetic. "Welcome home!" She said happily, embracing Steve and then Danno.

"Grace and I already made dinner." Jesse said, turning to head back inside.

"Oh yeah? What is it?" Steve asked, following his daughter, Danno right behind him, still carrying Grace.

"Pancakes!" Grace exclaimed, sliding down off Danny's hip and dashing after Jesse, causing Danny to roll his eyes.

He thought back to before his world seemed so perfect. Was it really only a few weeks ago? He lived in that dump of an apartment, barely enough space for him to walk around. Only getting to see Grace every other weekend. Even going over to Steve's house hadn't been completely enjoyable, not with only one of their kids there.

But then Rachel had suddenly given up her custody of their child and moved back to the mainland with Step-Stan. His apartment no longer suitable, he had been searching for a place for them both, when Steve invited them to move in with him and Jesse. He had thought it a temporary thing, something that wouldn't last. But then everything had taken another sudden, and somewhat terrifying, lurch forwards. Steve had told him that he loved him. And he had been able to tell Steve that he felt the same.

Now he and Steve shared a room, but, unlike Grace and Jesse, they also shared a bed.

Shaking his head to pull himself out of his memories and back to the present, Danny followed Steve into the kitchen. He was about to ask if there was anything he could help with, when Grace put her hands on her hips and gave him a fierce glare.

"You and Sealio sit down at the table." She said, her posture saying 'try me'.

Chuckling, Danno held up his hands in surrender and, after grabbing a beer from the fridge for him and Steve, he sat down at the table beside Steve. He couldn't exactly remember when his Monkey had started calling Steve by Jesse's little pet name, but it's not like he was against it.

A few moments later, the two nine-and-a-half year olds brought over two plates of pancakes, some a little more cooked than others and all different shapes. Setting the plates on the table, the girls dashed back into the kitchen for the syrup and butter, and then their own plates.

Their life was wonderful, peaceful(for the most part), perfect.