[Drabble] Far away (NCIS)
TITLE: Far away
AUTHOR: nicis_anatomy
CHARACTER: Jethro Gibbs
GENRE: Gen, Angst, episode tag for 7.23 "Patriot Down"
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 300
SUMMARY: Jethro realizes that he is poison for every woman close to him ... Written for challenge #067 "Resolution" for ncisdrabble100.
WARNINGS: English still isn't my native language (although I wish) and the story is not beta'd.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters (although I'd love to own Action Figure Gibbs), nor am I making any money from them. If I would Season 5 would have ended different.
NOTE: This drabble ignores the end of the episode. Somehow ... Or maybe not ... I guess, we will find out next week in the finale ;)
~*~*~*~*
Jethro’s sigh echoes in the empty basement. It’s too empty, too quiet here.
Tonight, he could use the distraction the endless up and down movements of his arms provide; each stroke enlarging the gab between the brutality of his life and his mind, until he has banned all negative thoughts- at least, for a few hours.
Tonight, however, there is no boat, no sanding… just him and the bourbon that’s starting to fail him.
He can’t get Macy out of his head. Her death at the end of a long line of unnecessary deaths; every single one of them a woman close to him: His mother, who died too young; Shannon and Kelly, his beloved girls; Kate and Jenny, both died protecting him.
And now Macy.
They don’t know, yet, if her murder is related to him. But somehow he knows. Coincidences don’t exist. It is his fault. Must be.
Every woman attached to him died - except for Hollis and his ex-wives. They just left.
Diane would’ve deserved it, though.
He knows this isn’t fair, but he is too drunk to care. Drunk and bitter.
And cursed; poison for every woman near him.
Taking another sip his thoughts wander to Ziva and Abby, who’s stood here only a few days ago, begging him to still love her no matter what.
Abby needs him, and so does Ziva.
He doesn’t want to hurt or abandon them. They need him like he needs them. His needs aren’t important now. He doesn’t deserve it. Not after everything he’s done. Abby and Ziva ... they are important. He needs to protect them.
Emptying his glass, he suddenly knows what he has to do, and he rushes upstairs to pack some stuff.
Maybe death won’t reach them, if he’s as far away from them as possible.
- The End -
AUTHOR: nicis_anatomy
CHARACTER: Jethro Gibbs
GENRE: Gen, Angst, episode tag for 7.23 "Patriot Down"
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 300
SUMMARY: Jethro realizes that he is poison for every woman close to him ... Written for challenge #067 "Resolution" for ncisdrabble100.
WARNINGS: English still isn't my native language (although I wish) and the story is not beta'd.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters (although I'd love to own Action Figure Gibbs), nor am I making any money from them. If I would Season 5 would have ended different.
NOTE: This drabble ignores the end of the episode. Somehow ... Or maybe not ... I guess, we will find out next week in the finale ;)
~*~*~*~*
Jethro’s sigh echoes in the empty basement. It’s too empty, too quiet here.
Tonight, he could use the distraction the endless up and down movements of his arms provide; each stroke enlarging the gab between the brutality of his life and his mind, until he has banned all negative thoughts- at least, for a few hours.
Tonight, however, there is no boat, no sanding… just him and the bourbon that’s starting to fail him.
He can’t get Macy out of his head. Her death at the end of a long line of unnecessary deaths; every single one of them a woman close to him: His mother, who died too young; Shannon and Kelly, his beloved girls; Kate and Jenny, both died protecting him.
And now Macy.
They don’t know, yet, if her murder is related to him. But somehow he knows. Coincidences don’t exist. It is his fault. Must be.
Every woman attached to him died - except for Hollis and his ex-wives. They just left.
Diane would’ve deserved it, though.
He knows this isn’t fair, but he is too drunk to care. Drunk and bitter.
And cursed; poison for every woman near him.
Taking another sip his thoughts wander to Ziva and Abby, who’s stood here only a few days ago, begging him to still love her no matter what.
Abby needs him, and so does Ziva.
He doesn’t want to hurt or abandon them. They need him like he needs them. His needs aren’t important now. He doesn’t deserve it. Not after everything he’s done. Abby and Ziva ... they are important. He needs to protect them.
Emptying his glass, he suddenly knows what he has to do, and he rushes upstairs to pack some stuff.
Maybe death won’t reach them, if he’s as far away from them as possible.
- The End -