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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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