Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS (NCIS) or Joss Whedon / Mutant Enemy / Fox / etc. (Buffy), so I don't claim to own them.
Genre: Femslash / AU
Pairing: Kelly Gibbs / Dawn Summers
Fandoms: NCIS; Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Word Count: 1,000
Written For: twistedshorts Fic #4
Note: This is an AU in which Kelly Gibbs lived.
Betas: azraelz_angel & avamclean
Crossposted: ncisfanfic; ncis_fic; ncis_slash; twistedshorts; twsthellmouth
Summary: 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell,' leaves Kelly struggling with how to tell her dad the truth...
“How do you think he’ll react if I tell him, Abby? I mean… It’s not something that a dad expects his ‘little’ girl to tell him. Especially when that dad is a former Marine that had ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ ingrained into his head.”
“So don’t tell him. Show him.”
Kelly’s mouth dropped open as she took Abby’s proposed method of telling her dad that she was a lesbian the wrong way. Abby realized a moment later and burst into laughter.
“Not show-show him. Now if you were breaking the news to Tony, maybe, but not your dad. Bring Dawn home with you. Let him get to know her for who she is, and then once you have him hooked on Dawn as your friend, you hit him with Dawn as more than your friend.”
"Tony's never going to find out because I wouldn't hear the end of it. And I think I like the way you think Abs. Thanks!"
Kelly gave her self-appointed older sister and confidant a hug before leaving the lab to go meet her dad for a lunch date. As she entered the elevator, she started forming plans for inviting Dawn Summers, her new girlfriend, to stay at the house for the upcoming spring break week.
One Month Later
Kelly was still dead to the world when Dawn woke, so she slipped from the room they were able to share without question and headed downstairs to explore the house. She had learned at a young age that knowing your surroundings was an important thing to keep alive, so she found herself poking her head in rooms and checking the windows and locks.
She was mildly surprised when she found the front door unlocked, but remembered Kelly saying something about her dad hoping someone came through so he had excuse to shoot them. Leaving the lock untouched, she made her way into the kitchen and grabbed a banana from the counter.
As she started eating it, she noticed another door and curiosity got the better of her. She opened it to find a set of stairs leading down to the basement. Kelly had told her stories of helping her dad build a boat in the basement and she was eager to see exactly what a half-constructed boat in the basement would look like. Xander had done some small woodworking projects over the years, but nothing that elaborate.
When she reached the bottom step, she whistled lowly at the sight she found. The boat was a work of art. The wood was curved in just the right manner, the edges sanded smooth. Her hand itched to reach out and touch the surface. Since her first stake, she had loved the feel of finely sanded wood beneath her hands. She considered it one of her stranger fetishes.
She slowly approached the boat and with minor hesitation stretched her hand out to brush the surface. As she expected, the grain was sanded smooth and she couldn't help but run her hands over it.
She became so engrossed in the feeling that the soft yet firm words spoken from the backside of the boat startled her into a defensive position she only used when fighting vampires.
"You have a habit of roaming through your friends' houses?"
Dawn blinked for a few moments before her body calmed down. She couldn't be sure, but it looked as if Kelly's dad had slept in the basement. She'd have to ask the other girl about that.
"Um… Kinda… Only when I'm invited though. I mean, I don't go to houses uninvited and look around. So you don't have to worry. Just-"
The older man holding up a hand in a stop motion cut her off mid-sentence. They stared at each other for several moments before Dawn began to shift her feet. Judging by his intense expression, he could give Angelus a run for his money.
"How about I go back up the stairs, wait for Kel to wake up and we'll start the day over?" she asked as she started to back toward the stairs. According to Xander a tactical retreat was always a good choice. It kept you alive.
She was at the bottom step when he spoke again and this time she cringed at his words.
"How long have you been sleeping with my daughter?"
"I plead the fifth?" she asked in a hopeful tone. But it didn't pass muster as he continued to stare her into submission.
"Two months," she said quietly. "And we've known each other since she started her freshman year. How'd you know?"
"It's my job and she's my daughter. Are you serious about her?"
"As I'll ever be and that's saying a lot by the way. I'm not- I've never really had a steady relationship. She's my first. Not my first-first and that's more information than you needed to know, but she's the first one I've wanted to stay with and meet her family. I wouldn't be here otherwise. I'm not good with the whole family thing."
"You don't have any?" he asked, his voice softening just a bit.
"My dad's been out of the picture since forever, my mom died when I was fourteen. Just my older sister and her friends. Kelly and I kind of bonded talking about our moms. Hers sounded a lot like mine."
Dawn could see she struck a cord with the man when she saw small smile cross his lips.
"It's always been hard for her to talk about Shannon. Thanks."
Dawn gave him a nod in response. She knew she had been awarded a lot from the man with that one word. "So is it safe for me to go back up the stairs now, Mr. Gibbs?"
"Yeah, just watch where you poke your nose next time. And take care of my little girl or you'll have me to deal with. And you can call me Jethro."
"Yes, sir," and she snapped a near perfect salute before heading up the stairs to find Kelly.