Fic: No Man is an Island (M7/NCIS) All
Title: No Man is an Island
Claim: Vin Tanner (Magnificent 7)
Fandoms: Magnificent 7/NCIS
Prompt: 080 - Island
Set after Hiatus.
Tony was standing in the bullpen, staring at Gibbs’s chair. Gibbs’s gun and badge were tucked into the bottom drawer of the desk. The man himself was already on a flight - Tony couldn’t bring himself to find out where it was going. Already, there were his things scattered across the desk that would always belong to Gibbs and McGee’s things were arranged more neatly on Tony’s desk - the necessary result of the case follow-up and aftermath. Tony couldn’t even bring himself to look at Tim’s empty desk.
The team had gone home early, leaving Tony to deal with the aftermath. He couldn’t even really blame them. He wanted nothing more than to go home, curl up with a bottle of something strong, and try to drown out the words “you’ll do” echoing in his ears.
There was a shuffle of soft footsteps behind him and he turned to see Vin standing just beyond Ziva’s desk, arms folded tightly across his chest. He looked tired and worn. Tony wondered how long he’d been travelling only to get there too late.
“I’m sorry,” Tony said and it might have been a weakness, but Tony thought he’d earned the right to be a little weak right now. Horror flashed across Vin’s face and Tony stepped forward quickly. “He’s fine,” Tony assured him, hand gripping Vin’s shoulder a little too hard. “He’s fine, really, but he left.” He laughed a little hysterically and turned away again.
“He’s fine but he left?” Vin asked softly, confusion and hurt colouring his words. Tony nodded, unable to admit to his own feelings which echoed Vin’s. “Ducky said he was in a coma.”
“He was. He woke up.”
“Tony,” Vin implored, moving around to look him in the eyes. “What happened? Where’s Gibbs?”
Tony shook his head a little, not even sure where to start. Gibbs had forgotten more than ten years - which meant the team, Abby, even Ducky. It meant he’d forgotten Vin, too. Tony wished intensely that Ducky was there. Ducky would know how to tell Vin, how to make it seem like it wasn’t the end of the world.
“He doesn’t remember,” Tony said, glancing to the side so he wouldn’t have to see Vin’s expression and wonder if it had mirrored his own.
“Tony, please.”
“He doesn’t… The last thing… He’s got amnesia.”
It sounded like a terrible punchline to a bad joke. Tony instinctively reached forward when it looked like Vin’s knees were going to buckle, but the younger man pulled away.
“When?” Vin demanded. Tony couldn’t even pretend to misunderstand the question.
“Gulf war.”
Vin leaned on the edge of Ziva’s desk and Tony raised his hand to offer some kind of comfort, but dropped it quickly. They’d been abandoned and there was nothing that could make that better. Tony didn’t know the whole of Vin’s relationship with Gibbs, but he knew Gibbs and Ducky had been there for him at a time when Vin hadn’t had anyone else.
Tony sat on the edge of the desk next to Vin.
“And he just left.”
“Yeah.”
They sat, silent, not looking at each other and trying to hold their worlds together.
Claim: Vin Tanner (Magnificent 7)
Fandoms: Magnificent 7/NCIS
Prompt: 080 - Island
Set after Hiatus.
Tony was standing in the bullpen, staring at Gibbs’s chair. Gibbs’s gun and badge were tucked into the bottom drawer of the desk. The man himself was already on a flight - Tony couldn’t bring himself to find out where it was going. Already, there were his things scattered across the desk that would always belong to Gibbs and McGee’s things were arranged more neatly on Tony’s desk - the necessary result of the case follow-up and aftermath. Tony couldn’t even bring himself to look at Tim’s empty desk.
The team had gone home early, leaving Tony to deal with the aftermath. He couldn’t even really blame them. He wanted nothing more than to go home, curl up with a bottle of something strong, and try to drown out the words “you’ll do” echoing in his ears.
There was a shuffle of soft footsteps behind him and he turned to see Vin standing just beyond Ziva’s desk, arms folded tightly across his chest. He looked tired and worn. Tony wondered how long he’d been travelling only to get there too late.
“I’m sorry,” Tony said and it might have been a weakness, but Tony thought he’d earned the right to be a little weak right now. Horror flashed across Vin’s face and Tony stepped forward quickly. “He’s fine,” Tony assured him, hand gripping Vin’s shoulder a little too hard. “He’s fine, really, but he left.” He laughed a little hysterically and turned away again.
“He’s fine but he left?” Vin asked softly, confusion and hurt colouring his words. Tony nodded, unable to admit to his own feelings which echoed Vin’s. “Ducky said he was in a coma.”
“He was. He woke up.”
“Tony,” Vin implored, moving around to look him in the eyes. “What happened? Where’s Gibbs?”
Tony shook his head a little, not even sure where to start. Gibbs had forgotten more than ten years - which meant the team, Abby, even Ducky. It meant he’d forgotten Vin, too. Tony wished intensely that Ducky was there. Ducky would know how to tell Vin, how to make it seem like it wasn’t the end of the world.
“He doesn’t remember,” Tony said, glancing to the side so he wouldn’t have to see Vin’s expression and wonder if it had mirrored his own.
“Tony, please.”
“He doesn’t… The last thing… He’s got amnesia.”
It sounded like a terrible punchline to a bad joke. Tony instinctively reached forward when it looked like Vin’s knees were going to buckle, but the younger man pulled away.
“When?” Vin demanded. Tony couldn’t even pretend to misunderstand the question.
“Gulf war.”
Vin leaned on the edge of Ziva’s desk and Tony raised his hand to offer some kind of comfort, but dropped it quickly. They’d been abandoned and there was nothing that could make that better. Tony didn’t know the whole of Vin’s relationship with Gibbs, but he knew Gibbs and Ducky had been there for him at a time when Vin hadn’t had anyone else.
Tony sat on the edge of the desk next to Vin.
“And he just left.”
“Yeah.”
They sat, silent, not looking at each other and trying to hold their worlds together.