Fiction: The Black Truck Part Four
TITLE: The Black Truck Part Four
AUTHOR: ashley_pitt
CHARACTERS: LJ Gibbs/Donald "Ducky" Mallard
GENRE: pre-slash
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: The continuing AU saga, follows The Black Truck Part Three. Things are starting to get interesting at Reston House.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in awhile, but put them away tidily.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dedicated to Nakeisha in honor of her birthday.
It was a rare luxury. Mother and the Corgis were still at Mrs. Patterson’s house and Ducky could relax. He had just put the kettle on and opened the Sunday edition of the New York Times when he heard a truck door slam.
“Jethro” he said with a smile and headed out to the back yard.
The gray haired man was rolling the beer keg toward his truck when Ducky called. “Good Morning! You are up early. Would you care for breakfast al fresco?”
“Idon fink that I fhould try to eat anyfing right now,” came the reply.
“I am sorry Jethro, what did you say?”
Jethro turned to face Ducky. “I don’t think I should try to eat anything right now” he said painfully, his upper lip split and swollen to twice its normal size.
“Oh my dear boy, what happened?” Ducky exclaimed horrified.
“I guess I was at the wrong end of a fist.”
“Come into the house. Let me look at your lip.”
Ducky sat Jethro down in the kitchen and gently ran his fingers over his face.
“Luckily nothing seem fractured, but you will need several sutures. Do you want to go to the ER or, do you want me to stitch you up?”
“S’okay, you can.“
The ME got his suture kit and in a short time had skillfully repaired the wound.
“Now, you will be numb for a bit, but then it will be quite tender for a day or so.”
“Thanks, Duck”
The older man handed him an ice pack and said, “Will you tell me what happened?”
Genuinely uncomfortable, Jethro shifted in his chair but began, “Remember that guy that I made leave last night, Stan? Well, he was standing by my truck this morning when I came out of the gym. He said a few things that I didn’t agree with.”
“What did he say?” Ducky asked softly.
“He said I’ll bet you didn’t know that your pal was a fag, filthy rich, but a fag just the same. Then his buddy Ernie said, whadda think of that tough guy? And knocked my gym bag out of my hands.”
"I don’t like to fight, especially with creeps like that. So I just reached down to pick up my bag and Stan sucker punched me.”
“Well, I think Stan forgot I was a Marine, and in less than two seconds I had him on the ground offering to snap his neck with just forty pounds of pressure.”
“Of course I didn’t but I don’t think we have to worry about either one of them mouthing off any more.”
Ducky looked directly at Jethro and said, “Thank you for defending my honor, Jethro, but I am rich…. and I am gay…”
“I know Duck.”
“You do? And it doesn’t bother you?”
“No. Why should it? Duck, you are the kindest, gentlest not to mention smartest person I know. You take good care of your Mom. You are my friend, and I don’t like people messing with my friends.”
The doctor and patient sat in thoughtful silence for a few minutes until Jethro said, “You know, I think I can feel my lip a little bit. I guess I should be going. I have a couple of small jobs to do today. But first come out back a minute.”
The two men walked to the far end of the yard. Jethro pointed at the corner and said,” If you like, I could terrace that area off and maybe make a pond or a waterfall. I could come by after work. It would take maybe three-four weeks.”
Brightening considerably at the thought of Jethro being near for another month, Ducky stuck out his hand and said, “You have a deal”
AUTHOR: ashley_pitt
CHARACTERS: LJ Gibbs/Donald "Ducky" Mallard
GENRE: pre-slash
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: The continuing AU saga, follows The Black Truck Part Three. Things are starting to get interesting at Reston House.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in awhile, but put them away tidily.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dedicated to Nakeisha in honor of her birthday.
It was a rare luxury. Mother and the Corgis were still at Mrs. Patterson’s house and Ducky could relax. He had just put the kettle on and opened the Sunday edition of the New York Times when he heard a truck door slam.
“Jethro” he said with a smile and headed out to the back yard.
The gray haired man was rolling the beer keg toward his truck when Ducky called. “Good Morning! You are up early. Would you care for breakfast al fresco?”
“Idon fink that I fhould try to eat anyfing right now,” came the reply.
“I am sorry Jethro, what did you say?”
Jethro turned to face Ducky. “I don’t think I should try to eat anything right now” he said painfully, his upper lip split and swollen to twice its normal size.
“Oh my dear boy, what happened?” Ducky exclaimed horrified.
“I guess I was at the wrong end of a fist.”
“Come into the house. Let me look at your lip.”
Ducky sat Jethro down in the kitchen and gently ran his fingers over his face.
“Luckily nothing seem fractured, but you will need several sutures. Do you want to go to the ER or, do you want me to stitch you up?”
“S’okay, you can.“
The ME got his suture kit and in a short time had skillfully repaired the wound.
“Now, you will be numb for a bit, but then it will be quite tender for a day or so.”
“Thanks, Duck”
The older man handed him an ice pack and said, “Will you tell me what happened?”
Genuinely uncomfortable, Jethro shifted in his chair but began, “Remember that guy that I made leave last night, Stan? Well, he was standing by my truck this morning when I came out of the gym. He said a few things that I didn’t agree with.”
“What did he say?” Ducky asked softly.
“He said I’ll bet you didn’t know that your pal was a fag, filthy rich, but a fag just the same. Then his buddy Ernie said, whadda think of that tough guy? And knocked my gym bag out of my hands.”
"I don’t like to fight, especially with creeps like that. So I just reached down to pick up my bag and Stan sucker punched me.”
“Well, I think Stan forgot I was a Marine, and in less than two seconds I had him on the ground offering to snap his neck with just forty pounds of pressure.”
“Of course I didn’t but I don’t think we have to worry about either one of them mouthing off any more.”
Ducky looked directly at Jethro and said, “Thank you for defending my honor, Jethro, but I am rich…. and I am gay…”
“I know Duck.”
“You do? And it doesn’t bother you?”
“No. Why should it? Duck, you are the kindest, gentlest not to mention smartest person I know. You take good care of your Mom. You are my friend, and I don’t like people messing with my friends.”
The doctor and patient sat in thoughtful silence for a few minutes until Jethro said, “You know, I think I can feel my lip a little bit. I guess I should be going. I have a couple of small jobs to do today. But first come out back a minute.”
The two men walked to the far end of the yard. Jethro pointed at the corner and said,” If you like, I could terrace that area off and maybe make a pond or a waterfall. I could come by after work. It would take maybe three-four weeks.”
Brightening considerably at the thought of Jethro being near for another month, Ducky stuck out his hand and said, “You have a deal”