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Fic: Out of the Blue Clear Sky (NCIS)

Title: Out of the Blue Clear Sky
Author: kaylashay
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Challenge: ncis_drabble; Challenge #79 - Blue
Word Count: 5 x 100
Note: Parts could be read as pre-slash or family depending on the reader.

Spoilers: 05x07 Requiem

Crossposted: ncis_drabble; ncisfanfic

Summary: You swear you've had enough, you're ready to give up, on that little lie they call love, then out of the blue clear sky...

Blue. The first memory I have of my dad was watching him stand at his cluttered workbench, his brow furrowed in concentration as he looked over the blueprints for his latest piece of work. He was a skilled carpenter who created masterpieces with nothing more than his hands, a few tools and the wood. Over the years, he showed me how to work with my hands, how to focus on a task until I completed it. The first boat I ever finished was the one I started with him and I burned it on the first anniversary of his death.

Blue. Shannon just laughed at me when I asked if babies came with blueprints. Here I was a tough as nails marine and I was scared to death that was about to be responsible for the life I helped create. I spent a lot of time in the basement using the lessons my dad taught me to calm my nerves. Shannon would waddle down the steps from time to time and smile as she watched me fashion the crib. The moment I saw Kelly and her baby blue eyes, I knew my worries had been unfounded. Dads don’t need blueprints.

Blue. Sometimes I wondered how I let any of them get close to me after the loss I suffered in my past. But Ducky’s calming nature, Abby’s enthusiasm, Kate’s confidence and even McGee’s brains all seemed to have access to making them part of my family. DiNozzo surprised me the most. Two days after he started, I looked up from the blueprints I was finalizing for the next boat to find him sitting on the third step from the bottom with a smile just like Shannon had years ago. Maybe I would teach him the way my dad taught me.

Blue. The ocean water that slapped against the beach near Mike’s dilapidated shack kept my attention many nights as I struggled to remember the fifteen years the explosion had taken from me. I stared out at the crystal blue waters trying to rectify the fresh hurt from Shannon and Kelly’s death with the flashes of memory that teased my mind. Gradually, I started making blueprints in my mind. Boats, tables, decks, it didn’t matter as long as it made me focus on something other than the abyss in my mind. It took months to find a balance, but I did.

Blue. The water surrounded me and after seeing Tony take Maddie to safety, I let myself go. I thought it was what I wanted, what I deserved. But when I saw Shannon and Kelly and I was told to go back, I knew I had more to do with my life. I just had to find out what it was, why I was needed. That night, after I reburied Kelly’s memories, I looked up from my workbench when I heard a light cough from the steps. Then I knew; I had someone to teach and it was time to start.


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Comments

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mylogiceatsyou
Mar. 27th, 2008 11:51 am (UTC)
Oh yes...he loves DiNozzo like the son he never had. This was beautiful, as always. I always love the Tony sitting on Gibb's basement stairs moments in fic. I really want to see it in an episode.
kaylashay
Mar. 31st, 2008 04:42 pm (UTC)
The image of Tony on the steps while Gibbs works on his boat is one of my favorites. I could see him sitting there either quietly or with running commentary about some movie or something.

Glad you liked. :-)
azraelz_angel
Mar. 27th, 2008 06:18 pm (UTC)
You know, I really wish there was a way that I could make this private, but oh well. I'll edit or delete this once you get the changes.

Betaing: Here I was a tough as nails marine and I was scared to death that was about to be responsible for the life I helped create. put *I* inbetween ...death that *I* was about to...

The moment I saw Kelley and her baby blue eyes, I knew my worries had been unfounded. Kelley should be Kelly *wink* There are three other Kelley's further down that need to be changed to Kelly, as well.





azraelz_angel
Mar. 27th, 2008 06:19 pm (UTC)
Awww these were all so wonderful.

As much as I love your Tony, your Gibbs is such a close second. He is a difficult character, yet you handle him with such finesse!

Great job, hon!!
kaylashay
Mar. 31st, 2008 04:43 pm (UTC)
Gibbs is growing on me for writing as is Abby. I'm slowly expanding my NCIS character repertoire.

I got the Kelley's switched to Kelly... the other one I'll have to look at because that changes the word count. :-)
beccers4469
Apr. 3rd, 2008 02:32 pm (UTC)
Awesome, I love it, especially the end:D
kaylashay
Apr. 7th, 2008 02:42 am (UTC)
I always like Gibbs/Tony moments in the basement with the boat with the backdrop. Always a nice mental image. :-)
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kaylashay
Apr. 7th, 2008 03:01 am (UTC)
I figured Gibbs had to build something for Kelly and a crib was the perfect fit. Needed something to calm himself during the pregnancy.

I so want a moment with Tony on the stairs in the show... I think he's only been in the basement twice if my memory is right.
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