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Epilog to the The Young Assassins

Yesterday’s Tomorrows

By Terri Whitman © 2-16-07

The blaring sound penetrated Danny Williams’ subconsciousness. Rolling over, he looked at the source of the noise. His alarm clock showed it was twenty minutes before seven.

“Dammit. Why does it have to go off now? Of all times, why now?” he muttered to himself. Reaching over, he hit the off button.

“I should have told Steve no.” Groaning, he flipped the bed covers off swinging his legs over the side. Rubbing his temples, he tried to will away his pounding headache.

Forcing himself onto his feet, he made his way to the bathroom. The refection in the mirror stopped him in his tracks for a second. A heavy set of bags under a pair of bloodshot eyes stared back of him. Beneath them was the shadow of a beard. On his right cheek was the telltale sign of a lipstick.

I don’t even remember ‘that’ happening. Maybe a shower will make me feel better. Reaching over, he turned the water on. At first he thought about taking a cold shower, but the way his body hurt, he knew he needed the soothing heat to help stop the pain.

As his water heated up, he took out his electric shaver. It only took him a few minutes to clean up his youthful face.

Stepping into the shower, Danny ducked his head under the warm water. Slowly the headache left as did his other aches and pains.

“I better hurry. Steve’s going to be here soon,” he said aloud.

Finished with his shower, Danny reached out for his towel, but it wasn’t there. “Dammit, I forgot to get one out.” Shaking his head, he exited the bathroom dripping and buck-naked and walked over to the closet for a towel. Quickly wrapping it around his middle, he took another one out to mop up the wet footprints.

Re-entering the bathroom, he finished drying off. As he did, he looked at his body, noticing the bruises he had received.

It saddened him when he remembered how he had been unable to save Kirk. He thought for sure Army was going to shoot him and not Kirk.

Feeling a bit melancholy with that thought, he walked into his bedroom to dress. Taking a quick minute, he straightened up his room, and then grabbed his tie, tying it as he walked into the kitchen.

Opening the refrigerator, he was greeted by a foul smell. It had been a two weeks since he had been back to his apartment and the leftovers and milk were now spoiled. Not really hungry, he removed the container of orange juice.

Maybe this is still good. After taking a quick whiff of the juice, he poured himself a large glass of it and walked out to his lanai.

The sun was just starting to make its way up, poking its head just above the edge of the ocean. The rays highlighting the side of Diamond Head and it colored the morning clouds with a rainbow of colors, mostly bright pinks and orange.

I didn’t know if I was ever going to see another sunrise like this.

A knock at his door brought him out of his ruminations.

“Morning Danno.”

“You’re right on time, as usual.” Danny led the way back into his apartment.

Steve appraised his second-in-command for a moment. Doc Bergman said Danny was fit enough return to work, but Steve was having some reservations about the ME’s decision. He could see something was still not right with his young friend.

“Why don’t you take today off?”

Danny looked over Steve with disbelief. “Why?”

“Because it’s still apparent you’re not up to par yet.”

“I’m fine,” shot back Danny. “Just a few aches and pains, that’s all. They’ll go away.”

“Not with what I’m seeing.”

“You ordering me to stay home?”

“Yeah, Danno. Stay home one more day.”

McGarrett saw his observation was right on the head when he saw his young friend grimaced in pain after shaking his head, but he was pleased to see Danny acquiesced to his order. “Rest up today and…if you feel better tomorrow I’ll let you come in.”

“I guess so. It can’t be any worse than it is today.”

Satisfied his orders would be obey, McGarrett opened the door, but before he closed it, he turned back. “Yeah, because tomorrow might be good for something.”

Pau

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