26 July 2013 @ 09:19 am
Title: Legends (19/?)
Author: Merucha
Characters: Tim McGee, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, plus the usual Torchwood and NCIS suspects
: 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:Part fourteen is here;Part fifteen is here; Part sixteen is here; Part seventeen is here; Part eighteen is here

Tim felt someone slam into him and heard the gunshot at almost the same time. He pivoted, twisting to one side, and found himself looking down at Gibbs, the knife protruding from his chest, a man in fatigues and night goggles slumped against the wall near the door, and Tony still with a gun in his hand. His mind dismissed the last two as irrelevant; the world narrowed down to the body at his feet, twitching slightly as blood seeped out around the blade. Dropping to his knees, he pressed the palm of his left hand to the top of Gibbs' head and the right to his chest directly above the knife. He could feel Gibbs' life-essence flickering as his body went into shock.


Not waiting for an answer, he took off his jacket and threw it aside. As he started to pull his turtleneck over his head, he felt Jack's hand – it had to be Jack, none of the others had hands that size – cup his neck and squeeze hard.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?”
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