02 May 2013 @ 02:55 pm
Legends (6/?)  
Title: Legends (6/?)
Author: Merucha
Characters: Tim McGee, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, plus the usual Torchwood and NCIS suspects
Rating
: Some chapters definitely not safe for work.
Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned them, would I let some of those idiots write the scripts? And if I were making any money off them, would I be where they could find me?
Summary: After the events of Bloodbath, Tim McGee accepts a offer from a total stranger
Author's Note: A few weeks ago I was watching some NCIS episodes and came across Bloodbath. I hated both Abby and Gibbs in it. I hated the humiliation of making Tim kneel all day for something that was someone else's fault. I fumed for days (I am a bit obssessive about things from time to time). Then, a few days ago, this popped up. As usual, AU like nobody's business.

Part one here; Part two here; Part three here; Part four is here ; Part five is here

“So, Jones?”

“Call me Ianto. In our bunch, yelling Jones!  will get you the wrong person two out of three times.”

“Fair enough, and I'm Tony. I wondered about that bracelet thing of yours. Standard equipment?” Tish and Tim raised their arms to show their naked wrists. “Guess not.”

While the Captain, Doctor Jones, Ducky, Gibbs, and Leon headed out for lunch at an undisclosed location with a number of high level Washington types – Tony had a bet with himself that the address began with 1600 and ended in Pennsylvania Avenue – he had commandeered the Director's conference room and ordered in sandwiches and all the fixings from Tim's favorite deli for everyone else. He had always believed that good food lowered barriers and inhibitions, and he really, really wanted to know a little bit more about Torchwood and Tim's life in it.

“It was a wedding present from an old friend of the family.”

Tony's eyes shifted to Tish, who had started what looked like an intense conversation with Jimmy and Ziva. Tim chuckled.

“Wrong one, Tony. In private life, all our Joneses are hyphenated. Martha is Milligan-Jones, Tish is Davidson-Jones, and Ianto is Harkness-Jones.”

Tony was very glad that he had swallowed his mouthful of coffee before Tim reached the end of the sentence. Though now a lot of little things made sense. Like how the two men always stood within touching distance of each other, or the looks that seemed to communicate more than a five-page memo.  But he had also noticed how the Captain had stroked Tish's arm on the way out or the passionate hug with Ducky. Or how he tended to brush his fingers through Tim's hair.

Just as he had decided that discretion was a virtue he should for once practice, Ianto seemed to take pity on him.

“Jack is a complicated man with complicated relationships, Tony. But he comes home to me every night.” He waited a moment, then went on, “it's just that sometimes he brings company.”

Tony stared at him for a moment, then laughed. He could tell when his chain was being jerked. “As long as you're happy. Seriously, though. This whole alien thing... You do this for a living?”

“Beats running a tourist office,”Ianto said blandly.

The three Torchwood agents burst into giggles, the same way they had in MTAC  when the Captain had made the joke about saying hello. Shared humor. This was a close team, and Tim was right in the middle of it, a strong equal. Tony had been wondering how he had managed to screw up back then, when Tim was part of his team, and now he saw part of it in that laughter. During Tim's time at NCIS they rest of them had laughed at him. These people laughed with him.

“Do all aliens look like Sexton?” Jimmy asked  “No, I guess they wouldn't, would they? I don't think I've ever seen an alien.”

“Actually, you have,” Ianto said easily. “A half-alien, anyway.”

Everyone looked at him. Tony noticed the amused grins on Tish's and Ianto's faces and the dawning realization in Ziva's. “Probie?”

“There are only three races that can crossbreed with humans without benefit of genetic surgery, and of those only one has reached this particular time period. They are called the A'ael. My birth mother was an A'ael. She died in childbirth. The Admiral married Millie Patterson less than a year later and she raised me as her son.”

Abby, who had been miraculously quiet until then, gave a loud snort. “Oh Timmy. You're still living in a fantasy world, aren't you?”

There was a sudden, embarrassed silence. Before Tony could think of a way to ease the tension, Tish spoke up.

“A forty year old woman that still dresses like a schoolgirl shouldn't be throwing stones about fantasy lives.”

Abby blanched. Jumping up, she stormed out of the room. Tony sighed.

“She looked for you everywhere after you went missing. Alternated between being angry at you for leaving and terrified that you were dead.  It was worse after Gibbs found out that she had disobeyed your instructions about opening the door. I caught part of the argument, and it was a doozy. Their relationship has never really recovered.”

“She was convinced that if you came back everything would return to the way it was before.” Ziva added. “I think she must have looked at the footage from every security camera in a twenty mile radius around your apartment trying to find you... Tim, what is it?”

“Security cameras.”

Tony shook his head. “None in the immediate area. I checked.”

“But there are some on the bank building two streets away and they have a clear shot of the construction site. I could see them from the beam.”

“Too far away to show much,” Ziva objected.

“True, but I have a secret weapon. Come on. We have some footage to look through.”
 
 
 
 
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Merucha[personal profile] merucha on May 2nd, 2013 10:30 pm (UTC)
They are writing themselves. My Tish despises Abby and won't tone down. And Tony insisted on being adult.

Naw. That's another kind of secret weapon :)