Kayla Shay (kaylashay) wrote,
Kayla Shay
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Fic: Surviving the Future (NCIS; T:tSCC)

Title: Surviving the Future
Author: kaylashay
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS or Fox, so I don't claim to own them.
Genre: Gen
Fandoms: NCIS; Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Word Count: 867
Written For: satyrnfive from prompt here. (it was a bit longer than a drabble)

Crossposted: ncisfanfic; ncis_fic; scc_fic; sccxovers

Summary: When faced with an uncertain future, plans must always be made.

“What I wouldn’t give for a number two and a coke right now...” Tony said with a sigh that was common among most of the resistance when they thought of the days before the rise of the machines.

Abby looked up from her work and gave him a half smile. “Thought you didn’t like McDonald’s. Something about watching Super Size Me.”

“It’s more the principle of the thing, Abs. We should be able to go out to a McDonald’s and order some food, not be stuck in this shitty tunnel with Jethro constantly barking because you’re working on one of them.”

Abby snuck a glance at the German shepherd that was glaring back at the piece of metal she was working on. “Speaking of Jethro, wasn’t the Bossman due back soon?”

“You know Gibbs. He won’t be back until he’s sure there’s no machines nearby he can destroy. I think he’s taking all that pent up frustration over technology out on the damn things. I should be out there with him. Watching his six.”

Tony let out a huff of air as he got up to pace the small “lab” Abby had fashioned in the tunnels they called home. He only made a few laps in the room before he was sitting back down again breathing hard.

“Tony...” Abby started, but she was silenced by a look.

“I know, I know. I can’t walk five feet without coughing up a lung. Damn plague. I just feel so damn helpless Abs.”

“You aren’t helpless Mr. DiNozzo. I need you right here in case these things don’t take the programming. Remember that one that almost killed me? You even got an atta-boy from Gibbs. If John Connor is going to have me tweaking the base code of these things, you are going to have my six. You’re the only one Gibbs trusts with the job.”

Tony moved over to stand behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned his head down on her shoulder. “And I’ll guard it with my life,” he whispered into her ear.

They stayed that way for several moments before Tony reach out to finger the opening in the head of the machine that Abby had laid out before her. “You know what this reminds of? Ducky. Could you imagine him doing an autopsy on one of these things.”

Abby smiled as Tony continued. “He’d be making the Y-incision when all the sudden there would be an ‘Oh my!’ and about then Gibbs would stroll into the room and say-”

“What’d’ya got for me Abs?”

Tony glanced behind him with a smile. “More like Duck, Boss. But Abby would do in a pinch. How’d it go out there?”

“Lost the kid,” Gibbs said shortly. “Got the metal that took him though.”

Tony closed his eyes and Abby hung her head. There had been too many lives lost in the fight for humanity.

“Becky had her baby today; a boy,” Abby said quietly. “I’ll have to tell her that while Dwayne isn’t a great name to saddle a kid with, Wilson would be a great one.”

“You do that Abs,” Gibbs said as he leaned over to kiss her cheek and give Tony’s shoulder a squeeze. “How’s the breathing today?”

“It’s been a good day, Boss. And Abby didn’t have any rogue machines for me to deal with. Just a growling Jethro over there.”

“What’s that one supposed to be for?” Gibbs asked, pointing at the machine Abby was now wiring to an input device.

“I’m not sure,” Abby said as she bit her lip. “Connor gave me some new specs, but no specifics. And I’m not bringing her online either. I’m supposed to let him know when I’m done with my part and then he’s taking her.”

Gibbs’ silence spoke for itself, but Tony voiced both of their opinions. “Sometimes I wonder which side he’s on,” Tony said quietly.

“Just as long as we don’t get caught in the crossfire when it blows up in his face. You let me know if anything ever starts to look hinky. I’ve found a few routes that could get us safely out into the country areas, away from the work camps.”

Tony cast a speculative eye at Gibbs. “No wonder you’ve been late returning each time you go out. Just me, you and Abs?”

“And Jethro!” Abby tossed in.

“Yeah. Just the three of us. Maybe Pitt if we can spring him from the med corridor without anyone noticing.”

Tony chuckled before giving a deep cough. “Yeah. He’d hunt me down and kill me if I took off for parts unknown without him to monitor those long term y-pestis effects that would have gotten him all sorts of awards back in the day.”

“Do you really think it’s bad Gibbs? What I’m doing with her? Connor’s always told me before what he wanted them to be used for. And he’s never not let me turn one on.”

“All we can do is wait,” Gibbs said as Abby pulled her two protectors close to her; one on each side looking down at the almost working machine.

“What’s this one’s name?” Tony said to break the silence.

“Cameron.”
Tags: .crossover, .fanfic, .genre: gen, .requests, character: abby sciuto (ncis), character: anthony dinozzo (ncis), character: leroy jethro gibbs (ncis), fandom: ncis, fandom: terminator
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