Journal Entry: Ducky Mallard
TITLE: Ducky's Dream
CHARACTER: Ducky Mallard, Jethro Gibbs
AUTHOR: ashley_pitt
FANDOM:NCIS
GENRE: slash
WARNINGS: implied character death, angsty
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in a while, but put them back tidily.
CROSSPOSTED: Linked to ncis_gibbsducky
I had that dream again. I am standing in Autopsy. The room is darkened except for the light on the body bag on the table. I walk over to the bag and begin to un-zip it. It is Jethro…I open the bag completely and look at him. I see no wounds, no trauma. He looks asleep. I place my hand on his shoulder to waken him. His body begins to fade… become fainter. I grip his shoulder harder, but in seconds he is gone. I am grasping only air.
I wake with a start and search for Jethro. He is there sleeping beside me in bed. I reach over and hug him tightly to myself. He wakens…”Ducky?…whassswrong? “
“Nothing but a bad dream, Jethro dear. Go back to sleep.”
“k”
I hug him tightly all night. I am afraid that if I go to sleep or stop holding him he will disappear..
I do not fear my own death…Death is the normal consequence of life. What I do fear is something or someone slowly and insidiously stealing Jethro away from me. And as in the dream, I am powerless to hold him.
CHARACTER: Ducky Mallard, Jethro Gibbs
AUTHOR: ashley_pitt
FANDOM:NCIS
GENRE: slash
WARNINGS: implied character death, angsty
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in a while, but put them back tidily.
CROSSPOSTED: Linked to ncis_gibbsducky
I had that dream again. I am standing in Autopsy. The room is darkened except for the light on the body bag on the table. I walk over to the bag and begin to un-zip it. It is Jethro…I open the bag completely and look at him. I see no wounds, no trauma. He looks asleep. I place my hand on his shoulder to waken him. His body begins to fade… become fainter. I grip his shoulder harder, but in seconds he is gone. I am grasping only air.
I wake with a start and search for Jethro. He is there sleeping beside me in bed. I reach over and hug him tightly to myself. He wakens…”Ducky?…whassswrong? “
“Nothing but a bad dream, Jethro dear. Go back to sleep.”
“k”
I hug him tightly all night. I am afraid that if I go to sleep or stop holding him he will disappear..
I do not fear my own death…Death is the normal consequence of life. What I do fear is something or someone slowly and insidiously stealing Jethro away from me. And as in the dream, I am powerless to hold him.