Fic: The Fun in Dysfunctional (Magnificent 7/NCIS) All
One more and then I promise to work on the Methos/Kronos fic.
Title: The Fun in Dysfunctional
Claim: Vin Tanner (Magnificent 7)
Fandoms: Magnificent 7/NCIS
Prompt: 014 - Green
Summary: Tony's jealous.
Set in the same universe as Impromptu Meetings, The Meaning of Family, Possibilities and Strangers and Friends. Takes place between 'the Meaning of Family' and 'Possibilities'. Also totally invalidates 'Strangers and Friends' so I may or may not rewrite that. It's also set preNCIS season 1.
Finally, I made up a Gibbs-rule. So sue me.
Tony stopped short when he saw the kid in Gibbs’ chair. There was a moment of utter terror at the thought of Gibbs’ reaction and then sheer relief that Gibbs’ anger wouldn’t be focused on him. He felt a little guilty, because the kid looked to be in his early twenties and a little worse-for-wear to boot. Gibbs was someone he only wished on the worst of criminals, not civilians, and certainly not kids. Tony took a step forward to warn the guy but froze when Gibbs stalked passed him. With a calm that Tony didn’t know Gibbs possessed, the Marine put his coffee cup down on the edge of the desk and the stared down at the kid who simply blinked back.
“What are you doing, Tanner?”
Gibbs’ tone was sharp, but it wasn’t hard or cutting. The kid grinned as he rose. It was only then that Tony noticed the buckskin coat, and when Tanner stepped out from behind the desk, the cowboy boots too. Neither was a common sight on the east coast, and Tony wondered what the kid was doing there and how Gibbs knew him. He wasn’t as tall as Tony, but he matched Gibbs in height. Still, he’d never match Gibbs for intimidation, not without a lot more bulk. Tanner was fit, Tony could tell that much from the way he held himself, but he was whipcord thin and looked like he hadn’t had a decent meal in a while.
“Jist keeping it warm, sir.”
Gibbs glared and Tony was surprised that the kid’s only reaction was the hint of a smirk tugging at his mouth. Tony had stopped twitching when Gibbs glared at him quite a while ago, but he tried not to intentionally antagonise the man. He figured Tanner was either insane or suicidal.
“I’ll bet,” was Gibbs’ mild reply. Tony frowned when the expected headslap didn’t happen. Anyone else would have had at least a rebuke for daring to call Gibbs ‘sir’, even Abby. Tony had had his fair share of those at the beginning. Clearly they knew each other though Tony didn’t know how. Of course, he’d only been at NCIS for a year, and Gibbs was hardly given to divulging his personal life. “Need a haircut.”
“Figured I’d grow it out.” Tanner touched a hand to wavy locks that were just beginning to hang in his eyes. “Ain’t got any regs to follow.” Gibbs and Tanner looked significantly at each other, with something akin to pain and regret, and Tony knew something lay between the two men that he couldn’t begin to understand.
“You been to see Ducky yet?”
Tony couldn’t keep the surprise off his face. Not only did the kid know Gibbs, but he also knew Ducky. Tony fought the deep, visceral reaction that squirmed in his gut. Tanner shook his head.
“Reckoned you wouldn’t be too pleased if I didn’t see you first.” Gibbs raised an eyebrow. “Got someone down in lockup.” Tanner seemed to know that Gibbs didn’t like having to prompt for information because he deliberately paused, the smirk tugging his mouth once more. “James Clarke.”
James Clarke had been one of their old cases, drug smuggling with a side of murder, which had just recently gone to trial. Or would have if Clarke hadn’t escaped and dropped off the grid. Tony tried to figure out which branch of law enforcement Tanner was with, but couldn’t come up with anything definitive. Not with the way he was dressed and the fact that he’d given the collar to NCIS.
“Rule 15,” Gibbs snapped, expression slipping into forbidding and teetering on the edge of dangerous. Tony wondered if moving out of the way would draw attention to him.
“Always have backup,” Tanner dutifully quoted with only a hint of sarcasm that was almost masked by his drawl. That made Tony wonder if Tanner didn’t work for himself outside of standard law enforcement, as a private investigator or bounty hunter or something similar.
“So.”
“Backup ain’t worked out too well in the past.” Gibbs looked steadily at him and Tanner rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t even injured.” Gibbs didn’t even blink. Tanner sighed. “I’ll follow it when you do.”
“That’s what he’s for,” Gibbs said with a nod at Tony. Tony felt a blush rise on his cheeks when they both glanced at him. There wasn’t any way he could pretend that he hadn’t been blatantly listening in.
“Yeah, and how long you think he’s gonna last?” Tanner folded his arms, refusing to give an inch. Two sets of sharp blue eyes assessed Tony and he shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny.
“We’ll see.” There was something in his tone or expression that made Tanner reassess Tony, but Tony couldn’t pick up whatever clue the kid had. “Come on,” Gibbs said, giving Tanner a gentle push in the direction of the elevators. “Let’s go see Ducky and then we’ll do the write up for Clarke.” Gibbs walked off briskly, not looking back to make sure Tanner followed him.
Tony looked back from where his boss had walked off to see Tanner still watching him. The kid’s expression seemed to grow a little warmer and he smiled.
“Welcome to the family,” he said and shook Tony’s hand. Tony instinctively catalogued the calluses and grip he felt.
“You coming any time soon, Tanner?” Gibbs yelled.
“Sir, yes sir,” Tanner replied sharply. He grinned as he trotted off after a scowling Gibbs. Tony smiled a little bemusedly and decided that there were worse things in life than belonging to a family, albeit a little dysfunctional, like this one. After a moment he wondered what the kid’s name was.
Title: The Fun in Dysfunctional
Claim: Vin Tanner (Magnificent 7)
Fandoms: Magnificent 7/NCIS
Prompt: 014 - Green
Summary: Tony's jealous.
Set in the same universe as Impromptu Meetings, The Meaning of Family, Possibilities and Strangers and Friends. Takes place between 'the Meaning of Family' and 'Possibilities'. Also totally invalidates 'Strangers and Friends' so I may or may not rewrite that. It's also set preNCIS season 1.
Finally, I made up a Gibbs-rule. So sue me.
Tony stopped short when he saw the kid in Gibbs’ chair. There was a moment of utter terror at the thought of Gibbs’ reaction and then sheer relief that Gibbs’ anger wouldn’t be focused on him. He felt a little guilty, because the kid looked to be in his early twenties and a little worse-for-wear to boot. Gibbs was someone he only wished on the worst of criminals, not civilians, and certainly not kids. Tony took a step forward to warn the guy but froze when Gibbs stalked passed him. With a calm that Tony didn’t know Gibbs possessed, the Marine put his coffee cup down on the edge of the desk and the stared down at the kid who simply blinked back.
“What are you doing, Tanner?”
Gibbs’ tone was sharp, but it wasn’t hard or cutting. The kid grinned as he rose. It was only then that Tony noticed the buckskin coat, and when Tanner stepped out from behind the desk, the cowboy boots too. Neither was a common sight on the east coast, and Tony wondered what the kid was doing there and how Gibbs knew him. He wasn’t as tall as Tony, but he matched Gibbs in height. Still, he’d never match Gibbs for intimidation, not without a lot more bulk. Tanner was fit, Tony could tell that much from the way he held himself, but he was whipcord thin and looked like he hadn’t had a decent meal in a while.
“Jist keeping it warm, sir.”
Gibbs glared and Tony was surprised that the kid’s only reaction was the hint of a smirk tugging at his mouth. Tony had stopped twitching when Gibbs glared at him quite a while ago, but he tried not to intentionally antagonise the man. He figured Tanner was either insane or suicidal.
“I’ll bet,” was Gibbs’ mild reply. Tony frowned when the expected headslap didn’t happen. Anyone else would have had at least a rebuke for daring to call Gibbs ‘sir’, even Abby. Tony had had his fair share of those at the beginning. Clearly they knew each other though Tony didn’t know how. Of course, he’d only been at NCIS for a year, and Gibbs was hardly given to divulging his personal life. “Need a haircut.”
“Figured I’d grow it out.” Tanner touched a hand to wavy locks that were just beginning to hang in his eyes. “Ain’t got any regs to follow.” Gibbs and Tanner looked significantly at each other, with something akin to pain and regret, and Tony knew something lay between the two men that he couldn’t begin to understand.
“You been to see Ducky yet?”
Tony couldn’t keep the surprise off his face. Not only did the kid know Gibbs, but he also knew Ducky. Tony fought the deep, visceral reaction that squirmed in his gut. Tanner shook his head.
“Reckoned you wouldn’t be too pleased if I didn’t see you first.” Gibbs raised an eyebrow. “Got someone down in lockup.” Tanner seemed to know that Gibbs didn’t like having to prompt for information because he deliberately paused, the smirk tugging his mouth once more. “James Clarke.”
James Clarke had been one of their old cases, drug smuggling with a side of murder, which had just recently gone to trial. Or would have if Clarke hadn’t escaped and dropped off the grid. Tony tried to figure out which branch of law enforcement Tanner was with, but couldn’t come up with anything definitive. Not with the way he was dressed and the fact that he’d given the collar to NCIS.
“Rule 15,” Gibbs snapped, expression slipping into forbidding and teetering on the edge of dangerous. Tony wondered if moving out of the way would draw attention to him.
“Always have backup,” Tanner dutifully quoted with only a hint of sarcasm that was almost masked by his drawl. That made Tony wonder if Tanner didn’t work for himself outside of standard law enforcement, as a private investigator or bounty hunter or something similar.
“So.”
“Backup ain’t worked out too well in the past.” Gibbs looked steadily at him and Tanner rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t even injured.” Gibbs didn’t even blink. Tanner sighed. “I’ll follow it when you do.”
“That’s what he’s for,” Gibbs said with a nod at Tony. Tony felt a blush rise on his cheeks when they both glanced at him. There wasn’t any way he could pretend that he hadn’t been blatantly listening in.
“Yeah, and how long you think he’s gonna last?” Tanner folded his arms, refusing to give an inch. Two sets of sharp blue eyes assessed Tony and he shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny.
“We’ll see.” There was something in his tone or expression that made Tanner reassess Tony, but Tony couldn’t pick up whatever clue the kid had. “Come on,” Gibbs said, giving Tanner a gentle push in the direction of the elevators. “Let’s go see Ducky and then we’ll do the write up for Clarke.” Gibbs walked off briskly, not looking back to make sure Tanner followed him.
Tony looked back from where his boss had walked off to see Tanner still watching him. The kid’s expression seemed to grow a little warmer and he smiled.
“Welcome to the family,” he said and shook Tony’s hand. Tony instinctively catalogued the calluses and grip he felt.
“You coming any time soon, Tanner?” Gibbs yelled.
“Sir, yes sir,” Tanner replied sharply. He grinned as he trotted off after a scowling Gibbs. Tony smiled a little bemusedly and decided that there were worse things in life than belonging to a family, albeit a little dysfunctional, like this one. After a moment he wondered what the kid’s name was.