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NaNo! Day 11

                Xander was just about to watch some movies when his doorbell rang. Frowning at the door, he picked up a gun and went to answer when he decided to peek out the window. Biting back a squeal of joy, Xander flung the door open and let Tony and Abby in.


                “Oh my God, when did you guys get in? I so would have picked you up at the airport, and why does Tony look like he’s about to kneel over and die on my front steps?” With that Xander dragged the quiet Tony to his living room and plopped him down while he turned to look at Abby.


                “What happened and who do I have to kill for hurting him like this?” His tone was conversational, but both heard the threat and promise of pain in his voice.


                “The perpetrator is in jail. He was a serial killer, and it was his reaction to Tony that’s got him so bent out of shape.” Abby babbled at high speed, and only years of listening to Willow allowed him to decipher it.


                “Okay, so what did he do; better yet, what did he say?”


                “He basically said that we were the same. I really liked the guy, he had a good sense of humor, understood me when I spoke in movies and scenes, and liked me for me. When I found that he was the killer and I was chained to him, I was having a mental breakdown as soon as Gibbs got me free. I decided to cash in on some leave time, and Abby decided to come with since she wanted to see the house. I just had to get away, ya know?”


                Xander nodded; it was the same with Ezra every now and then. He had to retreat behind his mask after a bad sting or undercover operation. When he came out, Xander and Vin were there to put the pieces back together. I hurt to watch, but they understood that it was all about control, and a different way of processing.


                “How do you unwind after a case? Do you go for sex, booze or a night in hiding from the world?”


                “Never have time to unwind anymore. Gibbs call, I gotta go, no questions asked.” The monotone answer scared Xander and then he was pissed.


                “You get NO down time? That stupid son of a bitch!” Xander growled and paced the room, letting Abby cuddle Tony. She didn’t know that Tony didn’t get down time, she’d have to tell Gibbs to give him some, or they’d lose him to a bullet and he wouldn’t care.


                “I’m getting used to it.” Came the quiet reply.


                “Yeah, and I got used to being my father’s punching bag. You are going to relax and go beach surfing. Abby will stay with you to keep you grounded, and when you get back to DC, I will hear if you get harassed by this Katelyn Todd or Gibbs. If they so much as bitch that you had to take a break, I will go to DC and bring Team Seven with me and so help me God, I will beat Gibbs into submission.”


                “You don’t have too…” Tony’s eyes gave him away, and the joy at being held in high regard hurt Xander.


                “You are going to the convention next month, right? If all else goes right, we’ll get you a new job, and away from this cycle of destruction you’re in. I don’t care if Gibbs’ begins to bitch and moan, if he keeps this up, I will do everything I can to get you away from that man. He’s going to get you killed much faster than the other Police Departments you were working at. I know Chicago is hiring, and so is LA. You have options Tony; I don’t want to go to your funeral because Gibbs was an ass and pushed too hard.”


                Tony nodded and Abby petted him as they thought over Xander’s words. Gibbs had been getting tougher to deal with, and Kate’s remarks were getting too cruel to be considered playful teasing. She didn’t care about not hitting below the belt, and that is what made Abby and Tony agree to Xander’s plan.


                “Now, the pair of you can come with me to work tomorrow, and I know Horatio would love to show off the lab. He’s geeky that way.”


                Tony and Abby snorted at the thought of Lieutenant Horatio Caine being called geeky, and the tension of the conversation slipped away. Reigning in their thoughts, Tony and Abby watched the movie that Xander had picked out. Vacation sounded good, so did relaxing on the beach. Maybe he and Abby could scope out the clubs and let loose like they couldn’t in DC because of their ties to the Navy. Yes, it would be a good vacation, and Gibbs couldn’t call them back because they were out of state, and had put in the leave forms.




                Xander had been happy until a week after Tony and Abby left. His happy, go lucky attitude wasn’t prepared for the violent nightmare that ragged through him. Waking and gasping for breath, Xander crumbled and cried as he remembered his family, his friends. Not pictures had followed him, no mementos, so he had to find and make his own.


                He called Horatio, asking for a day off, and Horatio agreed from the sound of his voice that he could stay away. Dressing slowly and sluggishly making his way around his home, Xander needed to get wood and a good set of carving knives. He was going to bring his family back to life, the only way he knew how.


                It took a good two hours to get the right pieces of wood. There were twenty cylindered pieces, extra in case he made mistakes, that were three inches in diameter and ten inches long, each.  He found a good set of knives at a hobby shop, and got a pair of wet stones as well. As soon as he got home, he covered the coffee table in front of him in newspaper and began to carve.


                Giles was the first one he did. His short hair, and glasses made the carving difficult, but he managed. Instead of having the glasses on his face, he put them in his hands, as if he had just gotten up and was resting his eyes and needed a good stretch. He kept him on a mount, and with a careful hand carved in “Rupert Giles: Teacher, Father, Friend” before beginning the one of Buffy.


                With Buffy he started at the feet. He had to gauge the height of his friend, and she was too tiny to consider starting at the top. He put her in his favorite outfit: Black go-go boots, her dark blue mini-skirt and he backless top. She had been a vision of beauty and deadliness that night, and Xander was forever grateful that she was his friend. He kept her hair down, as it did more for her face than putting it up, and smiled sadly before carving her name, “Buffy: She chose her destiny, my Friend.”


                He had begun crying after he had finished Buffy’s carving and looked at the clock. It had taken him three hours to make the two, and while he wasn’t hungry, he knew he had to eat. Xander also wanted to hear the voice of a friend, so he picked up the phone and, before he knew it, he had called Vin at home.


                “Hello,” Came the tired reply.


                “Vin, are you busy?” Xander couldn’t help but sound like a lost little boy, and that put Vin on alert.


                “You know you can talk to me anytime pard.”


                “Why did they do it?”


                “Why did who do what?” Vin’s voice was coaxing and soon Xander was talking about everyone in his life and how they had either tried to push him away, or force him to change his mind.


                “I mean, they were my friends, family, and it was like they couldn’t stand me. There were times that I just wanted to step out into the dark and die, but that wouldn’t have proved anything.” Tears were still flowing down his face and Xander had curled up in his lounge chair, just outside the door of the kitchen.


                Xander had taken another piece of wood with him and he slowly carved out Tara’s face as he talked to Vin. Tara was the gentle witch, the understanding sister, and his confidant after Jesse had died.  Xander told Vin all about Tara as he carved her into the wood, putting Miss Kitty Fantastico in her arms and putting her gentle smile on her face. The one thing that would stand out to Vin was what he would carve on her base, “Tara: My soul sister.”


                As Xander began to tell Vin more about the people that had been in his life, he began another carving. It was only part way through that he realized that he was carving Jesse. A sob broke through and Vin asked what was wrong.


                “Did I ever tell you about Jesse?”


                “Who was she?”


                “He was my best friend, and he was killed before his sixteenth birthday.”


                “Damn Xan, are you sure you don’t want me and Ez to fly down?” His voice was filled with concern, warming Xander’s heart.


                “No, we’ll be seeing each other soon at the convention, it’s just, I haven’t thought about him in so long, and I realized how much I missed him.” He was able to quickly carve out the features of his late friend, and gave him the engraving of “Jesse: The first who saw me, for me.”


                Xander kept his hands busy as he spoke with Vin. It felt good to finally let it all go, and he knew that Vin would share it with the others if he asked. Joyce’s face began to form before him and Xander smiled though his tears. Joyce was the closest thing he had to a mother, and he loved her for just being there for him. She was always willing to sit him down and talk to him, letting him know that one person did still love him.  “Joyce: Mother of my heart” was her engraving, and Xander couldn’t have put it better if he had to look for better words.


                “Thanks for listening to me Vin, I know that you and Ezra want to be here, and trust me, that does help more than you know.”


                “We can still pop down if you need us Xan.”


                “No, I’m doing much better now. I’ll show you what caused the reflection at the convention, alright?”


                “Sure thing pard and call if you need to, you know we’ll listen.”


                “Thanks Vin, could you tell the others? I don’t think I could share this a-again.” His voice cracked once more.


                “No worries Xander, I’ll make sure that the boys know what you just told me. You take care of yourself and we’ll see you in three weeks, alright?”


                “Yeah, thanks again Vin.”


                “No problem, take care.” With that Vin hung up the phone and Xander stared at the new block of wood in his hand. Picking up Jesse and Joyce, he put them with Giles and Buffy, who were placed on the other table, ready to be oiled to prevent the wood from drying out and cracking. He did miss them, and it still hurt to think of most of them.


                Smiling down at the face of Dawn peering up at him, Xander decided that this would be the last carving he did today. He needed a bit more food and a nap after dealing with such dangerous memories. Hopefully, the people from work would let him be, he had to get his head on straight, or he’d say something that he shouldn’t.


                The six statues looked at him, and Xander let a few tears fall. The last one brought a deep sadness to swell within him and he stared at her engraving, “Dawn: My Extra-Ordinary Girl”, reminding him of the time she just wanted to understand the world around her.


                Wiping his eyes once more, Xander put a small tea light in front of each, and promised to light them that night. He would remember his friends, and maybe, just maybe, he should write out their lives so that he wouldn’t forget.

Word count is 37,364/50,000 --> weeeeeeeeeee!!

PS -- Clicky Clicky!  there be dragons here!



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Nov. 11th, 2008 05:30 am (UTC)
*pout* Why can't I write like this?
*sniffs* Okay... not allowed to cry... not allowed to cry... dagnabit, I'm crying anyway.

Very good - I really like this chapter; though the bit with Tony being chained to the serial killer, didn't he end up killing White?

And you know, I'm almost tempted to tell you that you should see about Xander kidnapping Tony to bring back to Ez and Vin for a foursome. *smirks* Maybe if my muses cooperate for a change... *glares at snooring bunnies in pen*
Nov. 11th, 2008 05:34 am (UTC)
Re: *pout* Why can't I write like this?
*blushes* I'm really glad you're enjoying it.... and yes, Tony did kill White, but he was still chained to the man..... Tony was in shock, so the ramifications weren't that clear at the time.

I don't think anyone ever looked at it from someone looking at Tony from the outside of his job. That's why Xander is so pissed off....

*sniffles* Yeah, I wanted to cry writing it too... but I held back, telling the bunny that I can't write if I'm blubbering like a baby.

*grins* Tony's gonna get some real good loving.... know of Joe and Levon? *cackles*
Nov. 11th, 2008 05:43 am (UTC)
Re: *pout* Why can't I write like this?
Ah. It was the statement Abby made - "the perpetrator is in jail" - that made me wonder. Every time I see that ep I just want to cuddle Tony afterwards. (well, I want to cuddle Tony all the time, but that's beside the point)

And yes, I am familiar with them - if only from reading fanfics that have them in as a crossover. Or heck... you could always bag him a Mountie. He and Turnbull would make for an interesting pair. *smirk*
Nov. 11th, 2008 05:52 am (UTC)
Re: *pout* Why can't I write like this?
*nods* I can never remember if they told Abby that White was dead.... and it didn't help that Kate and Gibbs were bitching at him too.... *glares at both*

*smirks* I'd love to give Tony to the Mounties, but Chicago is too close to DC however, and besides.... Tony could do with the Cowboy and his cityboy partner... *cackles* If he went to Chicago, it'd be a foursome..... Tony/Turnbull/Fraser/Stan.... talk about nummy....
Nov. 11th, 2008 06:06 am (UTC)
Re: *pout* Why can't I write like this?
*drools* Nothing wrong with a foursome... besides, they could always sic Dief on Gibbs if he shows up.

*headdesk* I've been reading too many Vo stories. Not that that's a bad thing but I just got a really odd bunny. Hearing yelling coming from the squad room, Ballistics!Xander comes up from the lab in Chicago and shooting Gibbs with a nerf dart and saying "You didn't treat him right, we stole him, he's ours. Possession is 9/10ths of the law, and I should know." *cackles*
Nov. 11th, 2008 06:09 am (UTC)
Re: *pout* Why can't I write like this?
*cackles madly* I can see that too!!! OMG... share it with the list!!!!

*snickers* Can't you just see the look of shock on Gibbs' face when he's hit with a Nerf dart?

*is giggling insanely* David would end up petting Tony to keep him calm cause that what he does for Xander too.... *smirks*
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Nov. 11th, 2008 07:21 am (UTC)
Duly clickety clicked.

Pretty eggs and hatchlings and dragons.

Weeeeeeeeee for you - that's a great word count.

*Waves pom poms*
Nov. 11th, 2008 07:25 am (UTC)
*smiles* thank you! For both the kind reviews and the clicking!

*takes picture and keeps for inspiration* you know... a group of us were wondering what Tony would look like in a Dallas Cowboys Cheer leading outfit..... We think he'd look Hawt.... *drools and makes bunny happy with picture*
Nov. 11th, 2008 02:09 pm (UTC)
Now this was a great way to start my morning. *hugs and smooches*

*glares at Gibbs* Ooh.. Chris really needs to put Gibbs down and Kate. *hugs the Tony*

*snuggles Xan* Vin and Ez are going to have fun making sure that their Xan is all right. Damm Chris is going to be in protective drive now.. Same with Buck. Nate and JD are going to be really worried about him until they see him.

Looking forward to more of this.
Nov. 11th, 2008 03:11 pm (UTC)
*grins* you'll just have to wait! *cackles*

but yes, there will be much cuddling and protecting going on when they meet again..... *dances*
Nov. 11th, 2008 03:54 pm (UTC)
Awww... come on give me a hint to warm me up.. *hates cold weather, especially when we have no heating oil*

Oh yeah they would. Xan is theirs, Team 7 will never let Xan go.
Nov. 11th, 2008 04:04 pm (UTC)
The introduction was boring, but gave Xander a chance to scope out who was who and from where. He mentally pouted that he wasn’t sitting with Ezra, Vin and the others, and winced at the obvious tension between the NCIS agents that were present. If this was an intern hunt, Gibbs would scare them all off and prevent them from getting anyone. As it was, it was bad enough that Tony and Abby was quiet, and it looked like Kate was poking at things better left unsaid.

Just as it was time to go, Abby’s voice filled the room.

“God dammed it Kate, will you just shut up! Your bitchiness is why Tony isn’t talking. ‘Tony are you paying attention?’ ‘Tony why aren’t you flirting, know that the people here won’t even look at you?’ My God, if I knew you were going to be such a whiny little brat, I never would have befriended you! And you Gibbs, you’re just as bad! You’re basically letting her abuse Tony. ‘Oh, it’ll humble him.’ ‘Oh he’ll get over it.’ Well, if he gets over it by stepping in front of a bullet, then it’s your entire fault! Let’s go Tony; I can’t stand the sight of this person any longer.” With that she pulled Tony from the room and caught Xander’s eye, if Gibbs followed, he’d get to play beat the Marine at being a bastard.

“You know, I heard that Gibbs was a bastard, but to shun own of his own men just because he doesn’t like his thinking process, now that’s just sad.” Xander spoke loud enough that the room could hear, and left the room after throwing a disgusted look at Gibbs and his newest agent.

He had a feeling that Gibbs would hunt him down before he went after Tony and Abby, and that was what Xander hoped for. No one hurt his friends, and Gibbs was going to learn that first hand from someone who was much more than just an intern.

“What gives you the right to comment on other’s people’s methods kid.” The gruff voice behind him brought an evil grin to Xander’s face.

“I know that you don’t discount an idea, no matter where it comes from, if it has something to do with the case. If you don’t realize that all forms of fiction hold grains of truth, then you are a very sad person who doesn’t even believe the life he lives.” Xander matched Gibbs’ glare and his hand shot out to grab Kate.

“Oh you get to stay here missy. I’ve heard how you bitch and moan at Tony, basically baiting him them getting pissed off when he does it back. What, you can dish it out but not take it back. Hypocritical little brat you are then.” He gave her such a look of disgust that infuriated eyes looked back at Gibbs.

“Then there is you, Jethro Gibbs, second “B” is for bastard. Do you realize that people do need to hear that they did a good job? Do you realize that a dressing down is not done in public unless it is done to the whole team? Do you realize your attitude would land your ass in a brig faster than you could say ‘Coffee’? I didn’t think so. It’s fine to be an ass to the bad guys, but butting you head with other agencies and especially your own team, now that’s sad.” Xander gave him a mocking sad face.

“Do you have a point kid; I have an agent to find.” The growl was more pronounced, and Xander gave the man a feral smile.

“Oh, I have a point. You’ll lose your team by being cruel to your people Special Agent Gibbs, and I’ll laugh at you when it happens by poaching or beat your ass if it’s because they died. I don’t give a rat’s ass about miss Todd, because she doesn’t care about the team. I care that if something hurts Tony, Abby or Ducky, I will hurt you, and make it hurt good.” With that Xander let Kate Todd go and walked off, leaving a fuming NCIS agent and his shocked subordinate.

There, snippet for you... *grumbles* now back to angsty bunny...
Nov. 11th, 2008 04:38 pm (UTC)
Loveit. *feeds her hershey chocolate kisses and the bunny some special food for the story*

I can just see Chris standing near by and glaring daggers at them and trying hard not to smile at how Xan dresses them down. Vin and Ez would be trying not to laugh and knowing JD and Buck they would be plotting how to prank them. Nate would be following Tony and Abby and making sure that Tony was all right.
Nov. 11th, 2008 04:56 pm (UTC)
*preens* I know.... I love my wicked mind....

*cackles* I'm part way through the angsty scene.... I had to stop since I was gonna cry.....
Nov. 11th, 2008 05:01 pm (UTC)
*cuddles her, hands over tissues* I love it too. *hugs* Finish writing the scene or work on another part of the story for a bit, then go back to it. Maybe do a past thing with Tony/Abby. Those two are siblings as you can tell.
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