Supernatural and NCIS ficlets
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tigriswolfTitle: I shall neither flinch nor flee
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
Warnings: slight AU? Spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 345
Point of view: third
Prompt: diet
Sam stops eating after Lucifer tells him the truth. Maybe the devil will bring him back if he actively kills himself, but if he wastes away? It’ll be slow and drawn out. If he’s lucky, Lucifer won’t notice.
(He’s never been that lucky, but he’s trying to think positive.)
When Dean calls him to let him back in, Sam hasn’t eaten for a couple days. He’s hungry, but not in dire straits. He gets burgers for Dean, that first week, and says he ate on the way back; they don’t have time to sit down anywhere, so the lie holds.
And he’s so hungry. It’s almost as bad as the all-consuming need for demon blood, and he actually collapses in the bathroom, where he’d been hiding from Dean’s supper.
Before Hell, Dean would have noticed. Sam knows this is only what he deserves. His sins and failures have been on repeat in his head for the past seventeen days. He should be punished. He’s weak and selfish and nowhere near good enough.
“Sammy?'
Why can’t he die? He’s died before. Dean should have left him dead on that muddy street in Cold Oak. Then Dean wouldn’t have gone to Hell. The world would be better if Dean had never made that deal.
“Shit, Sam—damnit. When’s the last time you ate?”
He shouldn’t be here. He makes everything worse. He’s a monster, vessel of the serpent, designed purely to ruin the world. He needs to die, so that everyone else can live.
Sam doesn’t’ even notice when he finally blacks out. But when he wakes up in the hospital—he does notice that.
And Dean scowling at him—he notices that, too.
“If you ever stop eating again,” Dean grits out, “I will hold you down and force-feed you the greasiest burger I can find. We clear?”
Sam nods. The relief on Dean’s face takes him by surprise. “We’ll have to start small,” Dean says, sounding calmer. “Soon enough, we’ll get back to where we were.”
Sam hopes so. He has his doubts, though.
Title: Alphabet Soup
Fandom: NCIS
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for up to season 4
Pairings: implied Gibbs/Tony
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 470
Point of view: third
Prompt: relief
Notes: twenty-six sentences for NCIS, mostly about Tony
Atlantic: He doesn't really go to the beach all that often, but it's for more than skimpy bathing-suits when he does.
Boss: Sometimes, he means as you wish when he says anything to Gibbs.
Cavalier: Despite what everyone thinks, he doesn't need both hands and feet to count his hook-ups.
Dog: He's both a son of a bitch and a loyal Saint Bernard, and it gets tiring sometimes.
Evidence: She runs every test three times, and the result is the same: Tony killed that woman and cut her up and left her like trash in the woods.
Failure: He should have taken that bullet, not Kate; he should have killed Ari, too, and made it hurt.
God: "Gotcha, Boss."
Hello: "I'm Detective DiNozzo—I'll be working with you till we catch this bastard."
Inevitable: Whenever he breathes deeply, he can almost feel his lungs weakening, and he's not sure a bullet'll be what kills him anymore.
Justice: Hurt one of mine, he thinks, choking the guard and holding a gun on the scientist, and you'll bleed.
Kate: She is smart and tempting and if anyone could turn him from this path, it'd be her—but she doesn't, and he pulls the trigger.
Labyrinthine: The masks all get confusing in his head sometimes, and his dreams don't always seem to be his.
Mighty: "You will not die."
Note: Sealed in an envelope in a safety deposit box, Tony has a seventeen page letter that Jethro never reads, but can't bring himself to destroy.
Orpheus: Ducky watches Tony watch Jethro and knows that the boy will follow his friend to Hell and back, and wonders if Jethro has any idea of the power at his disposal.
Portrait: Flipping through Kate's sketchbook, Jethro sees how she saw them and her death hits home.
Query: His response to DiNozzo, with me will always be On your six, Boss.
Relief: He'll live, the doctor says, and Tony's eyes are still closed, but Jethro breathes again.
Smile: Helping Gibbs burnt most of his bridges in Baltimore, so when Gibbs said, "We have an opening at NCIS," Tony smiled.
Trace: All his equipment can't find Tony's location, and Gibbs is snarling and pacing, and Ziva clutching her knife, and it doesn't matter because McGee can't find him—
Unwell: Tony heals after the plague, but he'll never be what he was.
Victorious: He escaped the gutter.
Wealth: "People fear you, Jethro, but they also believe in you."
Xerox: He has copies of all their files, and he's read every last word of them, but he knows that files don't tell everything and so he'll let them prove themselves.
Yes: He'll argue if it's important, but he rarely ever refuses Gibbs.
Zion: Tony could leave, get his own team, do something else—but he won't.
Title: steady as an oak tree
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-series
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 265
Point of view: third
Prompt: oak
If there’s anything in the world Dean can trust, it’s that Dad will always win. Well, and that Sammy will be annoying, so two things. Two things in the world he can trust. Dad will win and Sam will annoy the shit out of everyone in his vicinity.
It’s really cold. He can see his breath and he quit shaking a while ago, and he’s really pretty sure that’s not a good sign. The fugly hasn’t even checked on him once that he’s noticed, just snatched him and dumped him here in the fucking Arctic tundra, and he’s really tired. Not even cold anymore, just so sleepy…
But he’s gotta stay awake ‘cause Dad is looking for him, and Sammy’s probably got him really mad by now, so Dean has to be conscious when they show up to calm them both down. He’s the peacekeeper. They’ll kill each other if he’s not around.
Dean doesn’t register when his eyes slip closed. He’s barely alive when Dad and Sam burst into the underground chamber and Sam chants a long-dead language while Dad battles the revenant of a Mongolian warlord haunting a piece of pottery. Dean doesn’t see how frantic his brother and father are, how they pace in the waiting room and loom over nurses and shout at doctors for the entire week Dean spends inside his head.
But Dean wakes up to them arguing about something even they can’t remember and all is right with the world.
Dad will always win and Sam will always annoy everyone ever and Dean will keep the peace.
Title: mine and my own
Fandom: NCIS
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: character death
Pairings: implied Gibbs/Tony
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 185
Point of view: third
Prompt: melt
“McGee!” Jethro yells, storming past his desk. “Has Fornell sent those files yet?”
“No, Boss,” McGee answers. “I’m still trying to decode the info on the second ID, but Sacks said they have to—”
“Ziva,” Jethro barks, turning, “get those files from Fornell.”
His phone rings and he grabs it off his desk. He answers and listens, then slams it down. “They found two bodies beneath ice in the Potomac, one of ‘em a marine. Let’s go.” He strides past Tony’s empty desk without pause. McGee and Ziva fall in behind silently.
o0o
Jethro doesn’t need Ducky to make the identification and when McGee finally tracks down the most tenuous of connections, Jethro doesn’t wait for NCIS to sanction his actions. Half a dozen mafia lieutenants end up dead before he’s done, one for each month Tony was missing, and Jethro looks the crime boss in the eye as he pulls the final trigger.
“His name was Tony DiNozzo,” Jethro says quietly. “He was mine.”
“He suffered,” the bastard replies. “He begged.”
It takes five bullets to kill Tony’s murderer and Jethro never returns to NCIS.
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Date: 2010-05-29 10:50 pm (UTC)I think you mean start small. :-)
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Date: 2010-05-30 02:32 am (UTC)Love it.
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Date: 2011-03-07 11:17 pm (UTC)All his equipment can't find Tony's location, and Gibbs is snarling and pacing, and Ziva clutching her knife, and it doesn't matter because McGee can't find him—
Totally through the heart. Also loved:
He's both a son of a bitch and a loyal Saint Bernard, and it gets tiring sometimes.
and just about everything else.
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