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Title: Legends (21/?)
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:Part fourteen is here;Part fifteen is here; Part sixteen is here; Part seventeen is here; Part eighteen is here; Part nineteen is here; Part twenty is here
Tim was finishing his breakfast – which was actually dinner, but the Spanish omelette and Ianto's coffee made it feel like a lazy weekend morning in Cardiff – when he heard Gibbs go upstairs. He swallowed the last bite, poured himself a second cup of coffee, and started gathering the ingredients for a meal suitable for a starving man. Tim remembered vividly how hungry he had been the day after his adoption.
He was turning the omelette out onto a plate when Gibbs marched into the kitchen. “Where the hell is everyone?”
“Director Vance, Jack, Tony, and Tish went to interview Secretary Jarvis at his home. He's under house arrest. Ianto and Ziva are visiting the local UNIT liaison office.” Tim put the plate on the table and offered Gibbs silverware neatly wrapped in a linen napkin. “Martha, Ducky, Abby, and Jimmy have somehow commandeered one of the labs at Georgetown Medical. State-of-the-art medical cybernetics, or so Abby says.”
“Coffee,” Gibbs nearly snarled, grabbing the napkin. Tim wondered whether anger would win over hunger, but after a moment Gibbs sat down and started eating. Tim poured him a cup of coffee and resumed his own seat.
Half the omelette had been demolished before Gibbs put down the fork and knife and gave Tim his patented I expect answers glare.
“So why didn't we get invited?”
“Because you nearly died twelve hours ago, I nearly died bringing you back, and we got married.”
The glare evaporated to be replaced by sheer stunned disbelief. Gibbs rubbed his chest. “This thing?”
“It evaluated you as a possible mate and decided you would do.”
If anything, Gibbs looked even more stunned. Tim had never seen that look on Gibbs' face before – wide eyes, slightly parted lips, completely disoriented. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Impulsively, he leaned across the corner of the table and kissed his former boss full in the mouth.
For a few seconds there was nothing but the press of lips and the pounding of Tim's heart, then Gibbs' hands wrapped themselves around Tim's throat and his tongue swept into Tim's mouth. Coherent thought fled as Tim hung on to Gibbs' wrists and allowed himself to be devoured.
The kiss ended as abruptly as it started. Gibbs took a deep breath. “Tim...”
“Don't you fucking dare. Did you really think I would hate you for saving me from torture?”
“I didn't save you!” Gibbs shouted. “I sent all the others away. Tony and Ziva joined the inland resistance. Ducky and Jimmy set up a roving clinic all up and down the seaboard. They fought and died cleanly, if they died at all. But I kept you with me and got you killed.”
“It was a war. People die in wars, Jethro!”
Gibbs looked away. “It's not going to work, Tim. One day you'll wake up and realize...”
“Don't give yourself airs, Jethro,” Tim cut him off. “You've killed individuals. I wiped out a whole race. Beat that if you can.”
“Tim...”
“They were known as the 456,” Tim continued as if Gibbs hadn't spoken. “They would get to a planet and release disease among the adult population. Then they would offer a trade. Children in exchange for the cure. You see, the 456 were addicted to emotions, and the emotions of children are the rawest and most pure.” He set down his mug. “If the adults weren't willing to trade, they simply allowed the disease to run its course and took the children. When I ran into them they had just wiped out three million Haggittari adults. So I killed them. Addicts are very easy to kill.”
“What did you do?”
“A Haggittari child, called a gitta, is a parasitic symbiont with its hatching parent and if separated from it dies within three weeks. Its mind is undeveloped. They are pure emotion, untainted by thought. The 456 killed all the adults and settled down to feast on the gitta. I just made sure they ate too much too fast. I knew the 456 were telepathic and I did it anyway.” He picked up his mug, made a face and put it down again. “I need more coffee.”
He had barely taken a step back into the kitchen when he found himself pressed up against the wall with Gibbs plastered against his back. The mug was taken from his hand and set down on the nearest surface, then both his palms were held flat on either side of his head by a punishing grip.
“You really want this, Tim?” Gibbs' whisper made Tim shiver. “I'm twenty years older and a lot meaner, no matter what you've done. God knows I don't have Jack's charm or sexual expertise. I'm a control freak with a hell of of a lot of emotional baggage and a bad temper. Are you sure you want me?”
Tim shifted his weight slightly, then exploded into motion, pushing back and twisting at the same time. The movement threw Gibbs off-balance and made it easy to reverse their positions.
“Yeah, I want it,” he whispered in the same tone Gibbs had used. “I've wanted you, you cantankerous old killer, exactly as you are, from the day you told me I belonged to you.”
He stepped back. It was all up to Gibbs now.
Slowly, Gibbs turned to face him. “So this marriage thing. Is it legal on this planet?”
Tim laughed. “If we have a civil partnership in Cardiff we'll be covered everywhere within the reach of the Shadow Proclamation.”
“I'll hold you to that.”
“Jethro....”
Now it was Gibbs' turn to laugh. “Gonna get cold feet now, McGee?”
It was a direct challenge and Tim reacted instinctively. He pushed Gibbs against the wall and kissed him. As their tongues swirled and tangled he felt Gibbs' arms slide around his waist and pull him tight. He shuddered as their groins met. Gibbs's hands traveled down to grip Tim's ass, kneading. Tim knew he would leave fingertip-shaped bruises, a sign of possession on Tim's flesh. He spread his legs and moved his hips in short, shallow thrusts, relishing the strangled sounds coming from Gibbs.
Gibbs pulled his mouth away. “You little monster. I'm going to take you to bed and fuck you until you can't walk.”
“You better keep your promises, old man.”
They dove in for another kiss, even more possessive than the last.
And Tim's phone rang.
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:Part fourteen is here;Part fifteen is here; Part sixteen is here; Part seventeen is here; Part eighteen is here; Part nineteen is here; Part twenty is here
Tim was finishing his breakfast – which was actually dinner, but the Spanish omelette and Ianto's coffee made it feel like a lazy weekend morning in Cardiff – when he heard Gibbs go upstairs. He swallowed the last bite, poured himself a second cup of coffee, and started gathering the ingredients for a meal suitable for a starving man. Tim remembered vividly how hungry he had been the day after his adoption.
He was turning the omelette out onto a plate when Gibbs marched into the kitchen. “Where the hell is everyone?”
“Director Vance, Jack, Tony, and Tish went to interview Secretary Jarvis at his home. He's under house arrest. Ianto and Ziva are visiting the local UNIT liaison office.” Tim put the plate on the table and offered Gibbs silverware neatly wrapped in a linen napkin. “Martha, Ducky, Abby, and Jimmy have somehow commandeered one of the labs at Georgetown Medical. State-of-the-art medical cybernetics, or so Abby says.”
“Coffee,” Gibbs nearly snarled, grabbing the napkin. Tim wondered whether anger would win over hunger, but after a moment Gibbs sat down and started eating. Tim poured him a cup of coffee and resumed his own seat.
Half the omelette had been demolished before Gibbs put down the fork and knife and gave Tim his patented I expect answers glare.
“So why didn't we get invited?”
“Because you nearly died twelve hours ago, I nearly died bringing you back, and we got married.”
The glare evaporated to be replaced by sheer stunned disbelief. Gibbs rubbed his chest. “This thing?”
“It evaluated you as a possible mate and decided you would do.”
If anything, Gibbs looked even more stunned. Tim had never seen that look on Gibbs' face before – wide eyes, slightly parted lips, completely disoriented. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Impulsively, he leaned across the corner of the table and kissed his former boss full in the mouth.
For a few seconds there was nothing but the press of lips and the pounding of Tim's heart, then Gibbs' hands wrapped themselves around Tim's throat and his tongue swept into Tim's mouth. Coherent thought fled as Tim hung on to Gibbs' wrists and allowed himself to be devoured.
The kiss ended as abruptly as it started. Gibbs took a deep breath. “Tim...”
“Don't you fucking dare. Did you really think I would hate you for saving me from torture?”
“I didn't save you!” Gibbs shouted. “I sent all the others away. Tony and Ziva joined the inland resistance. Ducky and Jimmy set up a roving clinic all up and down the seaboard. They fought and died cleanly, if they died at all. But I kept you with me and got you killed.”
“It was a war. People die in wars, Jethro!”
Gibbs looked away. “It's not going to work, Tim. One day you'll wake up and realize...”
“Don't give yourself airs, Jethro,” Tim cut him off. “You've killed individuals. I wiped out a whole race. Beat that if you can.”
“Tim...”
“They were known as the 456,” Tim continued as if Gibbs hadn't spoken. “They would get to a planet and release disease among the adult population. Then they would offer a trade. Children in exchange for the cure. You see, the 456 were addicted to emotions, and the emotions of children are the rawest and most pure.” He set down his mug. “If the adults weren't willing to trade, they simply allowed the disease to run its course and took the children. When I ran into them they had just wiped out three million Haggittari adults. So I killed them. Addicts are very easy to kill.”
“What did you do?”
“A Haggittari child, called a gitta, is a parasitic symbiont with its hatching parent and if separated from it dies within three weeks. Its mind is undeveloped. They are pure emotion, untainted by thought. The 456 killed all the adults and settled down to feast on the gitta. I just made sure they ate too much too fast. I knew the 456 were telepathic and I did it anyway.” He picked up his mug, made a face and put it down again. “I need more coffee.”
He had barely taken a step back into the kitchen when he found himself pressed up against the wall with Gibbs plastered against his back. The mug was taken from his hand and set down on the nearest surface, then both his palms were held flat on either side of his head by a punishing grip.
“You really want this, Tim?” Gibbs' whisper made Tim shiver. “I'm twenty years older and a lot meaner, no matter what you've done. God knows I don't have Jack's charm or sexual expertise. I'm a control freak with a hell of of a lot of emotional baggage and a bad temper. Are you sure you want me?”
Tim shifted his weight slightly, then exploded into motion, pushing back and twisting at the same time. The movement threw Gibbs off-balance and made it easy to reverse their positions.
“Yeah, I want it,” he whispered in the same tone Gibbs had used. “I've wanted you, you cantankerous old killer, exactly as you are, from the day you told me I belonged to you.”
He stepped back. It was all up to Gibbs now.
Slowly, Gibbs turned to face him. “So this marriage thing. Is it legal on this planet?”
Tim laughed. “If we have a civil partnership in Cardiff we'll be covered everywhere within the reach of the Shadow Proclamation.”
“I'll hold you to that.”
“Jethro....”
Now it was Gibbs' turn to laugh. “Gonna get cold feet now, McGee?”
It was a direct challenge and Tim reacted instinctively. He pushed Gibbs against the wall and kissed him. As their tongues swirled and tangled he felt Gibbs' arms slide around his waist and pull him tight. He shuddered as their groins met. Gibbs's hands traveled down to grip Tim's ass, kneading. Tim knew he would leave fingertip-shaped bruises, a sign of possession on Tim's flesh. He spread his legs and moved his hips in short, shallow thrusts, relishing the strangled sounds coming from Gibbs.
Gibbs pulled his mouth away. “You little monster. I'm going to take you to bed and fuck you until you can't walk.”
“You better keep your promises, old man.”
They dove in for another kiss, even more possessive than the last.
And Tim's phone rang.
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