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Trooper Station, Friday

Look, an inordinate amount of Liam's time at the Station was taken up with one of three things: pointless busywork, Fandom being Fandom, or the Troopers being, well. The Troopers. Occasionally broken up by the Bee Lady or the raccoons causing some sort of disturbance. Today, though?

Today there was paperwork to be done that for once was not of the pointless busywork sort. It was actual onboarding forms. Because the Station was getting a new detective!

For what reason, Liam couldn't quite fathom, because there wasn't a whole lot of detecting that needed to happen in Fandom, but he'd been here long enough to know that was just how this place worked.

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Finally, a police department! Kinda. It was pretty tiny, but he was going to just push through that and deal with whatever rent-a-cops worked at this weird amusement park island... thing. Because what even were those uniforms?

(Stormtrooper uniforms. They were Stormtrooper uniforms.)

"Can I speak to literally anyone in charge here. Anyone. A manager maybe."

Had Calvin been taking bets on whether New Guy knew that he was, well, the New Guy, or if the island had kidnapped him the way it apparently sometimes did?

Maaaaaaybe.

In any case, Liam was not generally speaking a betting man, so he hadn't taken any of those bets, but judging from the picture in the personnel file, 'got here by 'accident'' won out.

"I'm the Sheriff," Liam said, making his way out of his office. "What can I do for you?"

"Great, then you can get me the hell out of here and back on my flight to Las Vegas," Danny said, perking right up as he gestured to himself and then over toward the door like miming helped expound on the situation.

Or that he was so painfully Jersey that he needed to add hand gestures to everything or else he might die.

Yeah, sorry, Danny, that was... unlikely. Not that Liam wouldn't want to help, mind you. But the chances of the island letting that happen were low.

"Daniel Williams, right?" he checked.

You weren't really sorry at all!

Danny narrowed his eyes in what was absolutely suspicion. "Yeah. That's my name."

Not especially, no.

"I've been expecting you." A beat. "Sorry, that came out more ominous-sounding than I'd meant it to," he said, with a rueful smile. "But it's true. I've got transfer paperwork with your name in it in my office."

Liam. LIAM. Maybe give the poor man your name before informing him that he works here now?

"My what?" Did he have to get that loud at the end? Yes. Yes, he most definitely did.

"Your name," Liam repeated. "On this paperwork." He ducked back into his office to grab the file, and handed it to Danny.

It was his file, for sure. Even had That One Time Hawaii Five-0 Was Disbanded Because Everyone Thought Steve Killed The Goddamn Governor listed. Oh, and his last P-Fit too. Great.

Wait, was he being canned like Lori? Because that was some serious bullshit.

"Okay, I quit then," he said stubbornly "Now. Point me toward the airport so I can be unemployed and get a single freakin' bar on this phone."

Not canned, transferred! To an island with almost no crime to speak of. So basically it was sure to be like a very long vacation?

With the occasional rain of pudding or invasion of Jello dragons or getting transported to an apocalyptic version of the island.

"Nearest airport's on the mainland," Liam informed him. And good luck getting there if the island didn't want you to, Danny!

SO, PUT OUT TO PASTURE THEN.

"I'm on another island," Danny said like he just couldn't believe his luck. Not in a good way, Liam. Never in a good way.

"Fandom Island," Liam supplied helpfully. "Just off the coast of Baltimore. Afraid the weather's not as agreeable as O'ahu."

Actually, Danny would probably find it more agreeable than O'ahu. At least until the first time it rained something it really shouldn't.

O'ahu rained plenty enough for Danny's liking, okay? Enough that, when things actually caught fire, he was genuinely surprised.

There was a little twitch at the mention of O'ahu, though. "How the hell did I end up in Maryland? You know what? No. Doesn't matter. You got kids, buddy?"

"No," Liam shook his head. Although... if all went well, he'd soon have a different answer to that question. Sort of.

"And it's not 'buddy'," he added, after realizing he'd never actually given Danny his name. "Liam Kincaid-Price."

Hopefully Danny wasn't going to expect a handshake, because Liam's hands were staying firmly in his pockets, thank you.

"That's a mouthful," Danny just had to say. "I do. I have a daughter. One that I have to get back to. So, any help getting back to--" And it pained him to say this while not on any of the Hawaiian islands. "--the mainland so I can do that, would be appreciated."

So he didn't pistol whip someone because Steve was a terrible influence.

Well, now Liam just felt bad.

"How'd you get here to begin with?" he asked. Because sometimes that was useful as far as narrowing down whether the island would let someone leave.

The Big Dad Energy was strong with Danny. It was his thing.

"I thought I was getting off the plane from Newark to Las Vegas, but instead I'm here." And he'd know if he'd been drugged. He liked to think, at least.

"Yeah," Liam said sympathetically. Because that sort of thing did happen. "I can show you to the causeway," he offered.

No promises that it would actually lead anywhere useful, though. Damn thing was capricious like that.

"Thank you," Danny said with a sigh that was far too relieved. Because damned if he wasn't going to do whatever it took to get back to Grace. "That is literally all I ask."

Liam did not have high hopes for it actually working. "So if your daughter's in Las Vegas, why were you in Hawaii?" he had to ask. Because that sort of thing hadn't actually been in the personnel file.

"My ex," Danny bit out. "Splits her time between O'ahu and Las Vegas thanks to her husband's job. And since I was coming to the mainland to see my folks..."

It seemed like offering an olive branch to have Grace spend time with them.

"Ah," Liam nodded in understanding as he led Danny out of the Station and started the walk down Unicorn Drive. "I see."

"What is up with this place anyway?" Danny asked, quickening his steps to keep up. Ugh, tall people with their stupid long legs. "Like Euro-Disney or something."

"Like what?" Liam blinked at him. Look, he'd never been a kid, Disney... wasn't on his radar. Sure, he vaguely knew of some of the movies and stuff because it was an inescapable mega-corporation, but theme parks? Nah.

And Danny was the father of an eleven year old girl. He could tell you all about Barbie and whatever pop singer was in at that moment. "Euro-Disney? You know. The theme park?"

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