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Christmas Miracle by Lady Ra (R)
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Length: 6 000 words
Author Website: here
Why this must be read:
I know it’s May and this is a Christmas fic, but it doesn’t really matter. I take it more as a story of hope and brilliance, rather than a fic about a holiday – because the holiday certainly isn’t at the center of it. Gibbs’ pain is so real and perfect, and I adore the way Lady Ra describes his inability to believe in a miracle for himself.
Excerpt
The whole team was a wreck. Abby had been as devastated as Gibbs had ever seen her, sobbing in his arms. Even Ziva had had tears in her eyes, and McGee hadn't even been trying to hide his sorrow. Gibbs knew he should have stayed, at the very least been a physical support for his team, but it had been beyond him.
Gibbs closed his eyes only to snap them open when he saw Tony's car exploding in his mind's eye. Gone, up in smoke, was a future Gibbs had only allowed himself to contemplate in the privacy of his own home. He'd imagined coming home and finding Tony there, that insouciant grin on his face, a beer for Gibbs in his hand, wearing nothing but jeans, the top button open, his feet bare, and before Gibbs would have even taken a step, he'd have been pressed against the door, Tony doing his best to make him forget his name, let alone the day he'd had.
He'd dreamed about an end to long, sleepless nights. No more working on the boat until the sun rose to avoid being chased by nightmares and regrets. Instead, there'd be laughter and touching and a home, something Gibbs had been without for far too long.
But now it was all gone, and Gibbs knew he'd lost his last chance to find someone who could have taken Shannon's place in his heart. He'd waited too long to say anything and, now, all he had to look forward to was a lifetime of nightmares and regrets. The contemplation of those long hours between the end of the work day and the start of the next loomed like Mount Everest.
Christmas Miracle
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Length: 6 000 words
Author Website: here
Why this must be read:
I know it’s May and this is a Christmas fic, but it doesn’t really matter. I take it more as a story of hope and brilliance, rather than a fic about a holiday – because the holiday certainly isn’t at the center of it. Gibbs’ pain is so real and perfect, and I adore the way Lady Ra describes his inability to believe in a miracle for himself.
Excerpt
The whole team was a wreck. Abby had been as devastated as Gibbs had ever seen her, sobbing in his arms. Even Ziva had had tears in her eyes, and McGee hadn't even been trying to hide his sorrow. Gibbs knew he should have stayed, at the very least been a physical support for his team, but it had been beyond him.
Gibbs closed his eyes only to snap them open when he saw Tony's car exploding in his mind's eye. Gone, up in smoke, was a future Gibbs had only allowed himself to contemplate in the privacy of his own home. He'd imagined coming home and finding Tony there, that insouciant grin on his face, a beer for Gibbs in his hand, wearing nothing but jeans, the top button open, his feet bare, and before Gibbs would have even taken a step, he'd have been pressed against the door, Tony doing his best to make him forget his name, let alone the day he'd had.
He'd dreamed about an end to long, sleepless nights. No more working on the boat until the sun rose to avoid being chased by nightmares and regrets. Instead, there'd be laughter and touching and a home, something Gibbs had been without for far too long.
But now it was all gone, and Gibbs knew he'd lost his last chance to find someone who could have taken Shannon's place in his heart. He'd waited too long to say anything and, now, all he had to look forward to was a lifetime of nightmares and regrets. The contemplation of those long hours between the end of the work day and the start of the next loomed like Mount Everest.
Christmas Miracle
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