NCIS fic: At the Going Down of the Sun, gen (Tim, Tony), G

[catwalksalone]

I had this weird urge to write Tim and Tony meeting for the first time as little kids, and then I remembered it was Remembrance Sunday (I know you US guys do Veterans Day on the 11th) and somehow this was what came out. The title is from the poem, "For the Fallen" by Laurence Binyon

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[celli]

*sniffle*

[catwalksalone]

*hands you tissues* *pets*

[jack_infinitude]

I think this is an excellent offering. Even in death, there is something precious to be found.

Anyway, this was sweet and heartbreaking and...utterly hilarious in parts/

"Tim rambles on about bounty hunting and space ships and laser guns and it takes Tony a while to figure out the kid wants to be Boba Fett."

I was just like this when I was five. Except, actually I wanted to be an X-Wing pilot, so that I could be Luke's wing man and we could blow up Imperial TIE fighters together. (Stop looking at me like that.) I got such a kick out of wee!Tim, I can't even tell you. (And his dad is awesome, I want to give him a hug. Except I also kind of want to hit him for scaring his son over being sailor and for taking him to a funeral when he's freaking five but hey, no one's perfect and then Timmy Tim would have never met Tony. So it's okay.) Again, sweet and heartbreaking.

[catwalksalone]

Thank you. *hugs*

I think your five-year-old ambition was AWESOME. Aim high, that's what I say. (Tim's dad wants to do right, he just doesn't always manage it. *pets him*)

[lilac_one]

Wow, Cat. You so hit this out of the park. Great job!

[catwalksalone]

Thank you, hon! *smiiiiiiiiiiish*

[miscellanny]

:((((((((((((((((((((( + <33333333333333333333333333

[catwalksalone]

*squishes you*

[sam80853]

\o/

I'm cheering already and I haven't even read it yet:). I will as soon as I have a minute, promise.

Please keep those stories coming - there is a desperate need for it:)

THANK YOU!