Fiction: The Crash
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The Crash
By Loralee
Pairing: Gibbs/Ducky
Genre: Slash, Drama
Rating: Teen
Warning: Death Fic,
Summary: The small plane Gibbs and team are aboard crashes.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
"McGee!"
"Boss?" Tim McGee was confused and in pain.
"I need you to pay attention, McGee. You awake?"
"What happened?"
"The plane crashed, McGee. Your legs are broken but I need you awake."
"I, it hurts but, I think." McGee blinked and Gibbs finally came in to focus. "Boss?"
"Ok?"
"Yeah, boss."
"Abby has a head wound, she's unconscious, she's right here beside you." McGee looked over to see a pale Abby her head wrapped with a bandage.
"Ducky?"
"There, the other side of Abby, he's hurt bad, McGee. I need you to stay awake and feed the fire. See the wood, it's close to hand, just keep the fire going."
"On it, Boss." Whispered McGee. He looked at Abby again; she looked peaceful just like she was sleeping. Dr. Mallard was sitting up against an upright piece of wing that was serving as a reflector for the heat of the fire. He looked very pale and was holding Abby's hand. Gibbs had made a little shelter for them, thought McGee.
"You have to stay alert McGee, until help comes." Tim nodded and watched as Gibbs first checked Abby and then leaned over Ducky.
"I'll see you soon, Duck." Gibbs said softly, and then to Tim's surprise he leaned closer and kissed Ducky.
"I'll be waiting, my dear Jethro." Came Ducky's soft voice.
Gibbs then walked away from the wreckage without a backward glance. McGee knew that he would bring back help as soon as possible.
McGee lay there for a long time. He'd added wood to the fire several times. He'd tried to check Abby but couldn't move close enough.
"Timothy, Timothy, wake up!" the voice was far away.
"What? Ducky?"
"The fire, Timothy. Are you awake now?" the words were very soft.
McGee was aware again. He fed wood into the fire.
"Thanks, Ducky."
There was no answer. McGee could see Ducky's eyes were closed now.
Ducky had to call him twice more over the next hours, to feed the fire.
Then suddenly Gibbs was back leaning over him.
"McGee, Tim, I'm proud of you. Good job."
"Thank you Boss." Tim whispered.
Gibbs moved on, checked Abby and then Tim heard him speak to Ducky again.
"Duck, you ready, it's time to go, love."
"I'm ready, my dear." Came the answer.
Then a strange man was leaning over him but Tim couldn't understand what he was saying and everything went dark.
Tim McGee had an excellent view of the air conditioning unit out side his hospital window. He had been staring at it for several hours trying to make sense of his memories.
"Probie?"
"Hello Tony, how are you?" asked McGee.
"I should be asking you that, McGee." Said Tony.
"I'll recover, when did you get in? Have you seen Abby?"
"Uh, yeah, she's doing ok, the Doc said they expect a full recovery. I came as soon as I heard. I should have gone with you instead of taking time off." Said Tony bitterly.
"Gibbs told you to take the time, Tony."
"Yeah, I, McGee, Tim what the hell happened out there?" Tony finally blurted.
Tim eyed him, "You won't believe me. No one believes me."
"Try me, Probie."
"Gibbs, got us out of the plane after the crash, he made a shelter and built the fire. He told me to keep it going. Then he walked out to find help. I nodded off a couple of times and Ducky woke me. Each time, I put more wood on the fire. Gibbs came back with help, told me he was proud of me and then I passed out." McGee recited the events in a calm, even voice, looking Tony in the eye.
"But" started Tony.
"Yeah, Tony, I know!" he said angrily, "they told me. Gibbs died on impact. Ducky's internal injuries were so bad he was probably dead with in hours of the crash. They said I pulled him and Abby out of the plane and built the shelter and fire. All with shattered legs."
Tim McGee took a deep breath, tears falling down his face. "Ducky talked to me, I saw Gibbs, Tony."
"I believe you," said Tony DiNozzo quietly, laying a hand on McGee's arm. "Some how I can't see Gibbs letting a little thing like being dead stop him from taking care of you and Abby."
The Crash
By Loralee
Pairing: Gibbs/Ducky
Genre: Slash, Drama
Rating: Teen
Warning: Death Fic,
Summary: The small plane Gibbs and team are aboard crashes.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
"McGee!"
"Boss?" Tim McGee was confused and in pain.
"I need you to pay attention, McGee. You awake?"
"What happened?"
"The plane crashed, McGee. Your legs are broken but I need you awake."
"I, it hurts but, I think." McGee blinked and Gibbs finally came in to focus. "Boss?"
"Ok?"
"Yeah, boss."
"Abby has a head wound, she's unconscious, she's right here beside you." McGee looked over to see a pale Abby her head wrapped with a bandage.
"Ducky?"
"There, the other side of Abby, he's hurt bad, McGee. I need you to stay awake and feed the fire. See the wood, it's close to hand, just keep the fire going."
"On it, Boss." Whispered McGee. He looked at Abby again; she looked peaceful just like she was sleeping. Dr. Mallard was sitting up against an upright piece of wing that was serving as a reflector for the heat of the fire. He looked very pale and was holding Abby's hand. Gibbs had made a little shelter for them, thought McGee.
"You have to stay alert McGee, until help comes." Tim nodded and watched as Gibbs first checked Abby and then leaned over Ducky.
"I'll see you soon, Duck." Gibbs said softly, and then to Tim's surprise he leaned closer and kissed Ducky.
"I'll be waiting, my dear Jethro." Came Ducky's soft voice.
Gibbs then walked away from the wreckage without a backward glance. McGee knew that he would bring back help as soon as possible.
McGee lay there for a long time. He'd added wood to the fire several times. He'd tried to check Abby but couldn't move close enough.
"Timothy, Timothy, wake up!" the voice was far away.
"What? Ducky?"
"The fire, Timothy. Are you awake now?" the words were very soft.
McGee was aware again. He fed wood into the fire.
"Thanks, Ducky."
There was no answer. McGee could see Ducky's eyes were closed now.
Ducky had to call him twice more over the next hours, to feed the fire.
Then suddenly Gibbs was back leaning over him.
"McGee, Tim, I'm proud of you. Good job."
"Thank you Boss." Tim whispered.
Gibbs moved on, checked Abby and then Tim heard him speak to Ducky again.
"Duck, you ready, it's time to go, love."
"I'm ready, my dear." Came the answer.
Then a strange man was leaning over him but Tim couldn't understand what he was saying and everything went dark.
Tim McGee had an excellent view of the air conditioning unit out side his hospital window. He had been staring at it for several hours trying to make sense of his memories.
"Probie?"
"Hello Tony, how are you?" asked McGee.
"I should be asking you that, McGee." Said Tony.
"I'll recover, when did you get in? Have you seen Abby?"
"Uh, yeah, she's doing ok, the Doc said they expect a full recovery. I came as soon as I heard. I should have gone with you instead of taking time off." Said Tony bitterly.
"Gibbs told you to take the time, Tony."
"Yeah, I, McGee, Tim what the hell happened out there?" Tony finally blurted.
Tim eyed him, "You won't believe me. No one believes me."
"Try me, Probie."
"Gibbs, got us out of the plane after the crash, he made a shelter and built the fire. He told me to keep it going. Then he walked out to find help. I nodded off a couple of times and Ducky woke me. Each time, I put more wood on the fire. Gibbs came back with help, told me he was proud of me and then I passed out." McGee recited the events in a calm, even voice, looking Tony in the eye.
"But" started Tony.
"Yeah, Tony, I know!" he said angrily, "they told me. Gibbs died on impact. Ducky's internal injuries were so bad he was probably dead with in hours of the crash. They said I pulled him and Abby out of the plane and built the shelter and fire. All with shattered legs."
Tim McGee took a deep breath, tears falling down his face. "Ducky talked to me, I saw Gibbs, Tony."
"I believe you," said Tony DiNozzo quietly, laying a hand on McGee's arm. "Some how I can't see Gibbs letting a little thing like being dead stop him from taking care of you and Abby."