02 June 2013 @ 02:09 pm
Legends (14/?)  
Title: Legends (14/?)
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 obsessive 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; Part six is here; Part seven is here; Part eight is here; Part nine is here; Part ten is here; Part eleven is here; Part twelve is here; Part thirteen is here

Ice clinked  as Ducky poured a little water into the Old Forester Birthday bourbon and stirred. “Drink this, Jack.”

The Captain dutifully sipped, grimacing before passing the glass back. “The things you people put into your bodies.”

Tony noted the odd phrasing and put it in the mental folder he had labeled weird stuff that doesn't add up about Jack Harkness. Except that now there was another folder right next to it: weird stuff that doesn't add up about Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Take Mrs. Jones. When Jack had asked her if she recognized Gibbs, she had replied, in tones that could have frosted glass, of course I do, he's my shadow. If Tony had been the kind of idiot that jumped to conclusions, he would have jumped at the wrong one, because that my had been incredibly possessive. But Martha and Tish had thrown themselves at Gibbs, hugging him until he could barely breathe, and even Jack had seemed to defrost. It was obvious to Tony that there was a bond between the Jones women and Jack that somehow had expanded to include Gibbs. And then Gibbs had raised his arm to stroke Tish's hair, and Jack had gotten a close-up view of the strap around Gibbs' arm, and he had gone pale as a sheet and stumbled into Ianto's arms.

Jack settled back, resting a hand on Ianto's thigh as his husband perched comfortably on one of the broad low arms of the leather club chair. He stared at Gibbs as if trying to get answers without having to ask the questions. Finally he sighed.

“How did you get it?”

Gibbs touched the strap around his wrist. “He gave it to me before he died.”

Now it was Ianto who sighed. “What happened?”

Gibbs looked around the room silently. Tony had had enough. He set down his mug with a hard smack. “Look. I understand there are things in the past none of you want to talk about, but if that thing downstairs means that the past has come back to haunt us, we need to know what the hell if going on!”

The door bell rang, putting an almost comical exclamation point to Tony's outburst. Ziva went out to the hallway and returned with Vance, Abby, and Jimmy Palmer. Gibbs had called Vance while on route, and from what Tony had heard of the conversation, the NCIS director had not been amused by the summons. He didn't seem much happier now.

“What's so important that it couldn't wait for tomorrow's briefing, Gibbs?”

“There's not going to be a briefing tomorrow, Director.” Jack told him. “We're going dark. You will be kept in the loop as necessary, but nobody else.”

“There is no way I can allow that, Captain.”

“Leon,” Gibbs said wearily. “Captain Harkness has all the authority he needs to do it without your permission. You know that. But we need you to do it right.”

Vance looked from one man to the other. He was beaten, and he knew it, but he wasn't going down without a fight. “And I'm supposed to do this on your say so?”

“No. Sit down, Director.” Jack waited until everyone had found a chair or a spot on the rug. “I'm sure you remember the murder of Prime Minister Harold Saxon by his wife Lucy. What you don't remember, what most people on Earth don't remember, is that Harold Saxon was not human. He was an alien, a very powerful one. He was also a complete sociopath. He controlled the Earth and everyone on it for a year from the UNIT ship Valiant.”

“What kind of fairy tale are you trying to sell, Harkness?” Vance looked ready to explode. “If you think...”

“You're like voodoo honey all silvery and gold,” Jimmy Palmer whispered, wrapping his arms around his knees and rocking. “So here it comes, the sound of drums. Here comes the drums, here come the drums.”

Tish crawled from where she sat next to Tim and pulled him into a tight hug. “No, Jimmy, no. He's gone, really, truly. He's gone.”

Jack gestured towards Jimmy. “Some remember. Nightmares. Sudden panic attacks when they hear certain songs or sounds. Thank any and all Gods you believe in, Leon, that you don't.”

“But you remember?”

“Saxon used a paradox machine to alter time. When it was destroyed, time reset to the moment it was activated, erasing everything in between. But the Valiant was outside its field of influence. I was a prisoner there. So were Martha and Tish. And Gibbs.”

Tony gave himself a pat on the back. He would bet his next paycheck that that was how Gibbs had met Francine Jones. Then he remembered their reunion and shivered.

“How did you get there, Jethro?” Ducky asked.

“I was part of a resistance network helping Martha.” He chuckled as everyone looked at the doctor. “Yeah, her. Looks like she's never done anything harder than a double shift in a hospital, and she's the toughest alpha-female you'll ever meet. Literally saved the world. Saxon's men were closing in on her. We planted false trails, led them away. W... I got unlucky.”

Ziva tapped her own wrist. “And that?”

“I met another prisoner. He was dying. Radiation poisoning. He gave it to me and taught me how to use it.” He stroked the leather absently. “The lower levels of the Valiant were as close to hell as I care to get. This thing let me fight back.”

“How?” challenged Vance.

Tony grinned at the look in Vance's face as Gibbs disappeared from his spot next to Ducky on the couch to reappear behind him, one arm wrapped around his neck.

“Like this.” He let Vance go and walked back to the couch. “After a while, the guards walked warily. There was one sergeant who was always boasting of his prowess with the ladies, the rapist bastard. He whipped the soldiers who refused to patrol the corridors alone. One night they found him hanging upside down and naked in front of the auxiliary engine exhaust, with third degree burns from waist to knees, screaming about being attacked by a shadow.”

“The military types were too scared to tell Saxon,” Tish said. “But all the prisoners and the slaves knew. Some of them even prayed to the Shadow of Death.”
 
 
 
 
 
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Merucha[personal profile] merucha on June 3rd, 2013 12:41 am (UTC)
Thank you! It was a bit of an infodump but it was necessary!