Fiction. I just wanna be mad
TITLE: I just wanna be mad
AUTHOR: Sage Harper (aka Erehwon6)
PAIRING: Gibbs/Ducky
GENRE: Slash
SUB-GENRE: Established relationship, song fic.
WORD COUNT: 658
WARNINGS: None
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: The morning after a quarrel, from Ducky’s perspective. Written for challenge #16.
DISCLAIMER: Lyrics courtesy of Terri Clark. All the other good stuff belongs to Donald P. Bellisario et all, I'm just borrowing and will put them back when I've finished.
AUTHOUR'S NOTES Lyrics in full can be found here
I woke this morning at 5AM, almost an hour before the alarm clock usually goes off.
For a moment it was rather disorientating, to be greeted with the sight of the wall instead of my beloved.
Then I rolled over, and saw Jethro. He was still asleep resolutely facing the window, as far across the bed from me as possible. And my feelings, with regards to our quarrel the previous evening, stirred again.
We have been lover for almost seven years, for this current stretch. And at times like this it seems far longer than even our long standing friendship. It is rare, though not uncommon, for us to argue. Ordinarily I dislike to do so; but on this occasion a part of me, admittedly not a small part, reviled in the righteous indignation.
I went on downstairs, made myself some breakfast and read the paper. There was after all no point to remaining in bed.
After a while Jethro began to move around upstairs, preparing himself for the day.
Even when he came into the kitchen I did not speak.
“Coffee’s ready, if you want some.” He said, the first time he had spoken to me since the previous evening.
There hadn’t been a need to say anything before then, we had already said so much.
He set down a full mug in front of me, regardless of my non-response.
Jethro is a very good agent; often capable of being able to ascertain whether someone is guilty or innocent simply by looking them in the eye. This of course, makes it all the more frustrating when he seems incapable of comprehending the emotions and attitudes of those who care about him; let alone for him to react according.
“Still mad at me, huh?”
But to his credit there are moments when he can be rather perceptive.
I'll never leave, I'll never stray
My love for you will never change
But I ain't ready to make up or get around to that
I think I'm right I think your wrong
I'll probably give in before long
Please don't make me smile
I just want to be mad for awhile
Judging by those ‘bedroom eyes’ he seemed to take it as a personal challenge.
Well I have news for you, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, it is not going to work this time.
“Duck,” he said carefully. I glanced up and his ‘little boy smile’ almost made me cave.
“There’s still some time before we need to go to work.” He said, smiling softly “So maybe we could go back upstairs, I could make it up to you.”
No, just forget it.
“I really should be going.” I said, getting up from my chair. “There are things in autopsy which require my attention, they really shouldn’t be kept waiting any longer.”
“You’re being real stubborn.” He notes.
That makes me smile. I do believe the pot just called the kettle black.
He followed me out to the hallway, watched as I gathered my things together.
I flinched away from his attempt to run his fingers through my hair.
“I’m really not in the mood for that.” I said rather abruptly.
“Guess so,” he sounded rather hurt, retreating back to the kitchen.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had left for work with a goodbye kiss; but it didn’t especially perturb me.
As I drove though, my anger softened a little. Thinking Jethro and myself. It would be silly to let this state of affairs continue for an undue amount of time.
However, if he expected me to make the first move toward reconciliation, he would be sorely disappointed.
I'll never leave, I'll never stray
My love for you will never change
But I ain't ready to make up or get around to that
I think I'm right I think your wrong
I'll probably give in before long
Please don't make me smile
I just want to be mad for awhile
AUTHOR: Sage Harper (aka Erehwon6)
PAIRING: Gibbs/Ducky
GENRE: Slash
SUB-GENRE: Established relationship, song fic.
WORD COUNT: 658
WARNINGS: None
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: The morning after a quarrel, from Ducky’s perspective. Written for challenge #16.
DISCLAIMER: Lyrics courtesy of Terri Clark. All the other good stuff belongs to Donald P. Bellisario et all, I'm just borrowing and will put them back when I've finished.
AUTHOUR'S NOTES Lyrics in full can be found here
I woke this morning at 5AM, almost an hour before the alarm clock usually goes off.
For a moment it was rather disorientating, to be greeted with the sight of the wall instead of my beloved.
Then I rolled over, and saw Jethro. He was still asleep resolutely facing the window, as far across the bed from me as possible. And my feelings, with regards to our quarrel the previous evening, stirred again.
We have been lover for almost seven years, for this current stretch. And at times like this it seems far longer than even our long standing friendship. It is rare, though not uncommon, for us to argue. Ordinarily I dislike to do so; but on this occasion a part of me, admittedly not a small part, reviled in the righteous indignation.
I went on downstairs, made myself some breakfast and read the paper. There was after all no point to remaining in bed.
After a while Jethro began to move around upstairs, preparing himself for the day.
Even when he came into the kitchen I did not speak.
“Coffee’s ready, if you want some.” He said, the first time he had spoken to me since the previous evening.
There hadn’t been a need to say anything before then, we had already said so much.
He set down a full mug in front of me, regardless of my non-response.
Jethro is a very good agent; often capable of being able to ascertain whether someone is guilty or innocent simply by looking them in the eye. This of course, makes it all the more frustrating when he seems incapable of comprehending the emotions and attitudes of those who care about him; let alone for him to react according.
“Still mad at me, huh?”
But to his credit there are moments when he can be rather perceptive.
I'll never leave, I'll never stray
My love for you will never change
But I ain't ready to make up or get around to that
I think I'm right I think your wrong
I'll probably give in before long
Please don't make me smile
I just want to be mad for awhile
Judging by those ‘bedroom eyes’ he seemed to take it as a personal challenge.
Well I have news for you, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, it is not going to work this time.
“Duck,” he said carefully. I glanced up and his ‘little boy smile’ almost made me cave.
“There’s still some time before we need to go to work.” He said, smiling softly “So maybe we could go back upstairs, I could make it up to you.”
No, just forget it.
“I really should be going.” I said, getting up from my chair. “There are things in autopsy which require my attention, they really shouldn’t be kept waiting any longer.”
“You’re being real stubborn.” He notes.
That makes me smile. I do believe the pot just called the kettle black.
He followed me out to the hallway, watched as I gathered my things together.
I flinched away from his attempt to run his fingers through my hair.
“I’m really not in the mood for that.” I said rather abruptly.
“Guess so,” he sounded rather hurt, retreating back to the kitchen.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had left for work with a goodbye kiss; but it didn’t especially perturb me.
As I drove though, my anger softened a little. Thinking Jethro and myself. It would be silly to let this state of affairs continue for an undue amount of time.
However, if he expected me to make the first move toward reconciliation, he would be sorely disappointed.
I'll never leave, I'll never stray
My love for you will never change
But I ain't ready to make up or get around to that
I think I'm right I think your wrong
I'll probably give in before long
Please don't make me smile
I just want to be mad for awhile