Ok... Here's what I got.
All right. Because my computer is out of commission, and I have a lovely break before more tests, I have some blurbs to share. :D And hopefully I will do this right... If not... Oh well I guess.
Title: Angels Among Us
Author: Skellig8
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm a poor chem student. All I have are my schematics...
Fandom: NCIS Tag to "Requiem"
Pairings: Tony/Gibbs, if you squint...
Summary: Tony isn't in any way human. He saves their lives countless times because he know he can heal. That's why he wasn't more than two years in any place. If there was a time for Rule 4, this was it.
Warnings: tony whump, mentions of horrible nasty medical things, and language. PG-13
A/N: Just randomly came to me... I have no excuse. These things just happen. If anyone wants it, they can have it.
Tony knew Gibbs' rules were made for a reason because of experiences in the man's past. In general, they were something he could appreciate, learn from, and adapt to his own lifestyle. General guidelines were more his thing though because as DiNozzos go, rules were meant to be bent or hell, just broken. Number four always ate at him sometimes though he knew it was necessary: if you have a secret, the best thing is to keep it to yourself. The second best is to tell one other person if you must (it's better if the second person is dead). There is no third best. As Gibbs lay unconcious, but thankfully minimally harmed (considering the circumstances) next to his own broken and bleeding body in the middle of stupid, fucking national forest- he decided that he was going to have to make a third-best.
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Tony nearly screamed his frustration, Maddie and Gibbs were fading- no, dying in front of him. He would have to summon up more energy because CPR was just not working. Placing a hand on each sternum he opened up his mind to the blocked energies residing deep within his body. Light began to softly glow beneath his hands, peeking out from between his fingers. He pushed the life force into them, anchoring their souls to their bodies and willing them, praying for them to hang onto life. The dock shuddered beneath them, groaning at the release of concentrated power. And it hurt! He screamed and screamed at the burning fire going from his core down his arms. But then, it was done, it was all he could do. Sitting back heavily on his haunches wheezing for breath. He had used too much energy and now he would be paying for it. Two at once, something he could have done on a whim was a painful episode. With his dulling senses he heard the faint sounds of sirens- back up was on its way.
Poison in his veins burned as it made its way to the surface, veins standing out black on his skin. He wouldn't be able to resist the dark power within without the energy he had given Maddie and Gibbs. It was hard to breathe with scarred lungs that had some of the waters of the Potomac in them. He might die here, and soon. Alone, wet, and unshielded from his enemies. They would come for him, search and find him. In fact, interested parties might be on their way right now. He grasped for control of his body, sinking the poison back down, gritting his teeth until the pain was a throb with each heartbeat rather then agony. He could do this, he could survive this. He looked again at the two, Gibbs and Maddie were looking at each other smiling and content, despite the chill and near death.
They were alive! He rejoiced silently, thanking the Creator they were alive! He loved this human so much in front of him, knowing Leroy Jethro Gibbs was the only one making him stay here this long. His soul called to him. Relief found his body relaxing, giving into the darkness growing at the corners of his eyes unintentionally.
He fought a moment, needing control back, he leaned forward onto his knees, arms hanging uselessly by his sides with palms upward in supplication. He threw his head back to the sky and felt peace as he kew the clouds would break. He lost himself and his balance at that moment and was once again consumed with agony, the poison taking hold and rooting him back into his body. He crumpled, swallowed up by the darkness and letting go as he hit the dock and couldn't take another breath.
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Workers somehow didn't notice Tony's still form, buzzing about Gibbs and Maddie, getting them stable and packing them away into ambulances. Timothy McGee and Ziva David were on scene, processing the evidence and making sure things were all right. He looked around for the man himself and met eyes with a tired, but alive Gibbs as he was being put into an ambulance, too exhausted to do much else. They found the suspects and Tony's firearm, but there was no sign of Tony. He happened to glance and catch something out of the corner of his eye and some sort of spell broke as he took in the unmoving form. His heart dropped into his stomach like a stone, Tony!
He raced over with a horrible cry, Ziva looked up from her crouch over the dead bodies and followed his line of sight. He turned Tony's body over onto his back, head lolling against the motion.
"No! Tony!" he cried as he desperately felt for Tony's pulse and blanched at the cold skin he felt underneath his hand. Tony was pale and blue lips eerily reminding him of the past- seeing Tony this way. He searched desperately for a pulse, pushing hard against the carotid, he was about to pull away, fearing the worst when he felt the thready pulse against his fingers. So small it could be missed.
"He's alive!" he exclaimed, shaken to the core.
"He is not breathing," Ziva confirmed. "Air!"
Tim leaned and gave Tony two rescue breaths as he had been taught. Ziva pumped on his chest and they went back and forth, trying to bring Tony back to the waking world. After a long breath into Tony he nearly gave up but Tony defied all the odds and took a wheezing gasp.
"Call an ambulance," McGee demanded of Ziva, watching Tony take in precious oxygen. He couldn't let himself think of how long Tony had been left there. Tony was breathing, but barely, and there were bigger battles to fight.
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Gibbs was releasing himself and making his way out of the hospital, only to find Ducky rushing in.
"Ah, Jethro! It's good to see you up and moving! They told me you would have been drowned had it not been for Anthony," Ducky rambled, still making his way to the bowels of the hospital confusing him. He was all right, why? He came back to himself catching the end of Duck's rant.
"-that poor boy has been through enough all ready without adding this to the mix, but he seems as stubborn as you are. With all hope he'll pull through the night."
"Wait, Duck. What are you talking about?" Gibbs slowed down in the bustling hallway.
Ducky continued a few steps before stopping completely. "Oh my. I thought that they had appraised you of the situation..." he trailed off, face completely sad and for once, truly looking his age. "I thought you knew."
"Know what, Ducky?" Gibbs asked, gut tightening in a horrible clench. Something was wrong and he mentally braced himself.
"It's Anthony, Jethro. Timothy called me in a panic to get to the hospital immediately. They informed me that Anthony had stopped breathing."
Gibbs stomach felt like a lead balloon and he sucked in a quick breath. Straightening his shoulders, he had to get to Tony. "Let's go." Moving once again down the hall, Ducky filling him in the details.
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The attending physician came out to see them in the waiting room where Gibbs was pacing and he needed coffee, badly. The doctor rubbed his hand over his eyes, sighing mightily with exhaustion.
"Well?" Gibbs demanded.
"He's in the ICU in critical condition. We lost him twice and had to restart his heart. His breathing is becoming worse and I fear the possibility of pnemonia, given the cold. His x-rays show scarring of the lobes that would make it difficult for him if he were to catch any sort of respiratory infection. We drained what we could of the water in his lungs and it's on its way to the lab as we speak to see if anything was in there that we need to worry about. He's not on a ventilator, though I forsee it might happen. It's going to be touch and go for tonight, but I fear the outlook is not good."
"What are his chances?"
The doctor hesitated for a moment, "The chance is slight that he might make it through the night. If he makes it through the next twenty four hours, he stands a better chance of surviving. We won't be able to determine the extent of damage unless he wakes up," the doctor worded his phrase carefully and Gibbs could hear the if in his voice. "You have to prepare yourself for the possibility of the worst."
"When can I see him?
"As soon as he's settled, I'll be sure to let him have two minutes with you. Right now, all his focus has to go into recovery."
Gibbs nodded somberly and allowed himself to feel something besides worry for Tony. The guilt settled upon his shoulders, he had done this. McGee had reported directly to him and he clenched his fists in memory. DiNozzo had been left for dead on that dock, why hadn't anyone noticed? Why hadn't he noticed?
Ziva sat quiet and focused on a chair, Tim was pale and alternating wringing his hands and rubbing his palms against the armrests of his chair. They had finished the case for the time being and had updated Shepard on the situation. They had rushed to the hospital as soon as they finished their immediate duties.
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Gibbs was overwhelmed by the machines that were being used to keep Tony alive, to keep him here with them that much longer. Thankfully, they still hadn't yet put him on a ventilator and Gibbs was grateful for that small mercy. Tony seemed to want to breathe and Gibbs mentally patted Tony's shoulder. He sat with him as long as he was able to that night, taking Tony's IV and wire laden hand into his own.
Abby was easy to deal with in the chaos, hugging her close after her exclaimations of being told last. If he squeezed tighter than normal, she didn't say, but took in his haggard appearance and silence and hugged him again. He had made his rounds to his other two agents who looked so lost without their fearless leader. He told them they both did well, squeezing their shoulders. They seemed more relieved after that and he gave them a purpose. Going home to shower and sleep for a few hours- he would call if anything changed. They could return when they had rested and had a bite to eat. Tony would be here waiting for them.
Tony had made it through the night without any scares, and for that Gibbs was immensely grateful. There had to be a God because there was no other way Tony would have made it through the night. His condition was upgraded to serious, but he was getting more stable by the hour.
He maintained his vigil by Tony's bedside and in the ICU waiting room. He spoke quietly to Tony through the dark hours of the night, telling him to keep working on getting better. He stared at Tony's hand, he couldn't bear to look at his face. It hurt to look at him, Tony's bright exuberance was nowhere in sight and looked small in the hospital bed. Tony's vibrant energy seemed to be suck out of him, leaving behind dark circles and the tightness of pain around Tony's eyes. The look of pain was always there and Gibbs didn't know what to make of it, but he mentioned it to the nurses and they let him have a little more pain medication, but the look never went away.
Tony still breathed, the oxygen mask still fogged with his breath as his chest stuttered with each one.
'And I did this to him,' Gibbs thought darkly.
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Gibbs took turns with his agents with visits and Tony's physical condition seemed to be improving but the look of illness was still on him and the neverending look of pain. He allowed Ducky to take over for him so he could return to the NCIS locker rooms for a shower and coffee, he was there and took the time to update Shepard on the situation letting her know that Tony was his first priority. Tim and Ziva worked distractedly on cold cases, taking their lunches at the hospital to visit Tony. It was a waiting game now.
It was Abby, Ducky, and Gibbs with Tony when Abby leaned forward, tracking Tony's breath on his chest. Seeing something with the stuttering breaths. She put her head close and pulled the oxygen mask away slightly and turned her head towards Tony's mouth.
"How long has he been breathing like this?" she demanded, eyes wide.
Gibbs was instantly on alert and Ducky moved forward placing a hand on Tony's chest.
"He sighs like this until he calms down or tires himself out," Gibbs admitted feeling guilty for not saying anything. "I think he floats to the surface a bit."
He noticed Ducky's body go rigid. "Oh, Anthony, you don't do anything by halves do you, my boy?"
"What is it Ducky?"
"He's not sighing, Jethro," Ducky paused looking him in the eye. "He's screaming."
Title: Angels Among Us
Author: Skellig8
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm a poor chem student. All I have are my schematics...
Fandom: NCIS Tag to "Requiem"
Pairings: Tony/Gibbs, if you squint...
Summary: Tony isn't in any way human. He saves their lives countless times because he know he can heal. That's why he wasn't more than two years in any place. If there was a time for Rule 4, this was it.
Warnings: tony whump, mentions of horrible nasty medical things, and language. PG-13
A/N: Just randomly came to me... I have no excuse. These things just happen. If anyone wants it, they can have it.
Tony knew Gibbs' rules were made for a reason because of experiences in the man's past. In general, they were something he could appreciate, learn from, and adapt to his own lifestyle. General guidelines were more his thing though because as DiNozzos go, rules were meant to be bent or hell, just broken. Number four always ate at him sometimes though he knew it was necessary: if you have a secret, the best thing is to keep it to yourself. The second best is to tell one other person if you must (it's better if the second person is dead). There is no third best. As Gibbs lay unconcious, but thankfully minimally harmed (considering the circumstances) next to his own broken and bleeding body in the middle of stupid, fucking national forest- he decided that he was going to have to make a third-best.
*~*~*~
Tony nearly screamed his frustration, Maddie and Gibbs were fading- no, dying in front of him. He would have to summon up more energy because CPR was just not working. Placing a hand on each sternum he opened up his mind to the blocked energies residing deep within his body. Light began to softly glow beneath his hands, peeking out from between his fingers. He pushed the life force into them, anchoring their souls to their bodies and willing them, praying for them to hang onto life. The dock shuddered beneath them, groaning at the release of concentrated power. And it hurt! He screamed and screamed at the burning fire going from his core down his arms. But then, it was done, it was all he could do. Sitting back heavily on his haunches wheezing for breath. He had used too much energy and now he would be paying for it. Two at once, something he could have done on a whim was a painful episode. With his dulling senses he heard the faint sounds of sirens- back up was on its way.
Poison in his veins burned as it made its way to the surface, veins standing out black on his skin. He wouldn't be able to resist the dark power within without the energy he had given Maddie and Gibbs. It was hard to breathe with scarred lungs that had some of the waters of the Potomac in them. He might die here, and soon. Alone, wet, and unshielded from his enemies. They would come for him, search and find him. In fact, interested parties might be on their way right now. He grasped for control of his body, sinking the poison back down, gritting his teeth until the pain was a throb with each heartbeat rather then agony. He could do this, he could survive this. He looked again at the two, Gibbs and Maddie were looking at each other smiling and content, despite the chill and near death.
They were alive! He rejoiced silently, thanking the Creator they were alive! He loved this human so much in front of him, knowing Leroy Jethro Gibbs was the only one making him stay here this long. His soul called to him. Relief found his body relaxing, giving into the darkness growing at the corners of his eyes unintentionally.
He fought a moment, needing control back, he leaned forward onto his knees, arms hanging uselessly by his sides with palms upward in supplication. He threw his head back to the sky and felt peace as he kew the clouds would break. He lost himself and his balance at that moment and was once again consumed with agony, the poison taking hold and rooting him back into his body. He crumpled, swallowed up by the darkness and letting go as he hit the dock and couldn't take another breath.
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Workers somehow didn't notice Tony's still form, buzzing about Gibbs and Maddie, getting them stable and packing them away into ambulances. Timothy McGee and Ziva David were on scene, processing the evidence and making sure things were all right. He looked around for the man himself and met eyes with a tired, but alive Gibbs as he was being put into an ambulance, too exhausted to do much else. They found the suspects and Tony's firearm, but there was no sign of Tony. He happened to glance and catch something out of the corner of his eye and some sort of spell broke as he took in the unmoving form. His heart dropped into his stomach like a stone, Tony!
He raced over with a horrible cry, Ziva looked up from her crouch over the dead bodies and followed his line of sight. He turned Tony's body over onto his back, head lolling against the motion.
"No! Tony!" he cried as he desperately felt for Tony's pulse and blanched at the cold skin he felt underneath his hand. Tony was pale and blue lips eerily reminding him of the past- seeing Tony this way. He searched desperately for a pulse, pushing hard against the carotid, he was about to pull away, fearing the worst when he felt the thready pulse against his fingers. So small it could be missed.
"He's alive!" he exclaimed, shaken to the core.
"He is not breathing," Ziva confirmed. "Air!"
Tim leaned and gave Tony two rescue breaths as he had been taught. Ziva pumped on his chest and they went back and forth, trying to bring Tony back to the waking world. After a long breath into Tony he nearly gave up but Tony defied all the odds and took a wheezing gasp.
"Call an ambulance," McGee demanded of Ziva, watching Tony take in precious oxygen. He couldn't let himself think of how long Tony had been left there. Tony was breathing, but barely, and there were bigger battles to fight.
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Gibbs was releasing himself and making his way out of the hospital, only to find Ducky rushing in.
"Ah, Jethro! It's good to see you up and moving! They told me you would have been drowned had it not been for Anthony," Ducky rambled, still making his way to the bowels of the hospital confusing him. He was all right, why? He came back to himself catching the end of Duck's rant.
"-that poor boy has been through enough all ready without adding this to the mix, but he seems as stubborn as you are. With all hope he'll pull through the night."
"Wait, Duck. What are you talking about?" Gibbs slowed down in the bustling hallway.
Ducky continued a few steps before stopping completely. "Oh my. I thought that they had appraised you of the situation..." he trailed off, face completely sad and for once, truly looking his age. "I thought you knew."
"Know what, Ducky?" Gibbs asked, gut tightening in a horrible clench. Something was wrong and he mentally braced himself.
"It's Anthony, Jethro. Timothy called me in a panic to get to the hospital immediately. They informed me that Anthony had stopped breathing."
Gibbs stomach felt like a lead balloon and he sucked in a quick breath. Straightening his shoulders, he had to get to Tony. "Let's go." Moving once again down the hall, Ducky filling him in the details.
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The attending physician came out to see them in the waiting room where Gibbs was pacing and he needed coffee, badly. The doctor rubbed his hand over his eyes, sighing mightily with exhaustion.
"Well?" Gibbs demanded.
"He's in the ICU in critical condition. We lost him twice and had to restart his heart. His breathing is becoming worse and I fear the possibility of pnemonia, given the cold. His x-rays show scarring of the lobes that would make it difficult for him if he were to catch any sort of respiratory infection. We drained what we could of the water in his lungs and it's on its way to the lab as we speak to see if anything was in there that we need to worry about. He's not on a ventilator, though I forsee it might happen. It's going to be touch and go for tonight, but I fear the outlook is not good."
"What are his chances?"
The doctor hesitated for a moment, "The chance is slight that he might make it through the night. If he makes it through the next twenty four hours, he stands a better chance of surviving. We won't be able to determine the extent of damage unless he wakes up," the doctor worded his phrase carefully and Gibbs could hear the if in his voice. "You have to prepare yourself for the possibility of the worst."
"When can I see him?
"As soon as he's settled, I'll be sure to let him have two minutes with you. Right now, all his focus has to go into recovery."
Gibbs nodded somberly and allowed himself to feel something besides worry for Tony. The guilt settled upon his shoulders, he had done this. McGee had reported directly to him and he clenched his fists in memory. DiNozzo had been left for dead on that dock, why hadn't anyone noticed? Why hadn't he noticed?
Ziva sat quiet and focused on a chair, Tim was pale and alternating wringing his hands and rubbing his palms against the armrests of his chair. They had finished the case for the time being and had updated Shepard on the situation. They had rushed to the hospital as soon as they finished their immediate duties.
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Gibbs was overwhelmed by the machines that were being used to keep Tony alive, to keep him here with them that much longer. Thankfully, they still hadn't yet put him on a ventilator and Gibbs was grateful for that small mercy. Tony seemed to want to breathe and Gibbs mentally patted Tony's shoulder. He sat with him as long as he was able to that night, taking Tony's IV and wire laden hand into his own.
Abby was easy to deal with in the chaos, hugging her close after her exclaimations of being told last. If he squeezed tighter than normal, she didn't say, but took in his haggard appearance and silence and hugged him again. He had made his rounds to his other two agents who looked so lost without their fearless leader. He told them they both did well, squeezing their shoulders. They seemed more relieved after that and he gave them a purpose. Going home to shower and sleep for a few hours- he would call if anything changed. They could return when they had rested and had a bite to eat. Tony would be here waiting for them.
Tony had made it through the night without any scares, and for that Gibbs was immensely grateful. There had to be a God because there was no other way Tony would have made it through the night. His condition was upgraded to serious, but he was getting more stable by the hour.
He maintained his vigil by Tony's bedside and in the ICU waiting room. He spoke quietly to Tony through the dark hours of the night, telling him to keep working on getting better. He stared at Tony's hand, he couldn't bear to look at his face. It hurt to look at him, Tony's bright exuberance was nowhere in sight and looked small in the hospital bed. Tony's vibrant energy seemed to be suck out of him, leaving behind dark circles and the tightness of pain around Tony's eyes. The look of pain was always there and Gibbs didn't know what to make of it, but he mentioned it to the nurses and they let him have a little more pain medication, but the look never went away.
Tony still breathed, the oxygen mask still fogged with his breath as his chest stuttered with each one.
'And I did this to him,' Gibbs thought darkly.
__
Gibbs took turns with his agents with visits and Tony's physical condition seemed to be improving but the look of illness was still on him and the neverending look of pain. He allowed Ducky to take over for him so he could return to the NCIS locker rooms for a shower and coffee, he was there and took the time to update Shepard on the situation letting her know that Tony was his first priority. Tim and Ziva worked distractedly on cold cases, taking their lunches at the hospital to visit Tony. It was a waiting game now.
It was Abby, Ducky, and Gibbs with Tony when Abby leaned forward, tracking Tony's breath on his chest. Seeing something with the stuttering breaths. She put her head close and pulled the oxygen mask away slightly and turned her head towards Tony's mouth.
"How long has he been breathing like this?" she demanded, eyes wide.
Gibbs was instantly on alert and Ducky moved forward placing a hand on Tony's chest.
"He sighs like this until he calms down or tires himself out," Gibbs admitted feeling guilty for not saying anything. "I think he floats to the surface a bit."
He noticed Ducky's body go rigid. "Oh, Anthony, you don't do anything by halves do you, my boy?"
"What is it Ducky?"
"He's not sighing, Jethro," Ducky paused looking him in the eye. "He's screaming."