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Title: Surviving the Future
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kaylashay81
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:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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.”
Author:
kaylashay81Rating: 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; sccxoversSummary: 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.”
Yay for such a good prompt fic.
Your Tony was very sad and sweet...the suckiness of being sick and getting old. Poor Tony although if he's got Abby and Gibbs around him at the end of the world then they've all one heck of a chance at surviving.Gibbs was very caring and sweet while conveying that he was still one kick ass soldier. And crazy lab rat Abby was a cute picture.
Bravo!!!!!!
I figured that even if it wasn't age catching Tony, all the dust and the living conditions of post-Judgement Day would not be good for his lungs...
Of course Gibbs is still going to be kicking ass and taking names. He's Gibbs. He's magic.
:-)
Of course, Gibbs being Gibbs, he doesn't trust anything with a computer chip. So he has an out for his people. And poor Dr. Pitt is going to get Gibbs-napped in the dead of night when they hit the road I'm afraid.
But Tony needs Pitt, so Gibbs needs him too.
Glad you liked even without knowing the fandom. :-)
butting in...
*Giggles at the pretty images that makes in my head*
Damn it if that didn't give my muse a standing ovation. Grrr so much work to do an now I have a fic on the brain....
Re: butting in...
:-)
I was just going to have her working on a random machine, but then Gibbs and Tony started questioning John and his machine fetish and I decided they needed a reason to question it more and the only one of those would involve Cameron. :-)
Although Tony didn't get one because the machines don't like fast food for some reason.
:-)
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Poor sick!Tony. The conditions of a post-apocalyptic world can't be good for his plague-scarred lungs. *pets him* Loved Abby, and Gibbs is kicking some Terminator butt! Yay! *claps*
Originally, I was going to be mean and maim poor Tony (a missing leg or something from a fight with a machine). Then my muse went "PLAGUE!!!" and I knew I had to have his disadvantage be from not being able to breathe. Living in tunnels, not having steady food, breathing in dust and mold and god knows what else... yeah... his lungs were doomed.
I see Gibbs finally having a chance to get his revenge on all technology... He is secretly doing little Snoopy dances on the inside.
:-)
Glad you liked.
You know what... so far no one has mentioned my little slip in there about who the guy was that died on Gibbs latest trip out...
Yeah, Gibbs isn't happy with Johnny boy and his acceptance of those damn dirty machines. Gibbs was anit-technology before hell broke loose, now he feels justified for why he hated it all before hand.
But Gibbs will keep his team and Brad Pitt safe. :-)
Wait.
Are we thinking about the same Brad Pitt.
Depends... Does your Brad Pitt do the doctor thing and cure people who get the Pneumonic Plague?
:-)
*snatches fic and runs*
Damn!
Orders naked Gibbs and also naked Tony to grab their guns and badges and run after you!
Wait. Orders naked Gibbs and naked Tony to stay with me. Who cares about the fic when I have naked Gibbs and naked Tony to play with!!! :-)
PS: instead of guns, I typed "Orders naked Gibbs and also naked Tony to grab their buns..."
:-D
Especially if they are grabbing their buns... :-)
I could say they were grabbing each other's buns. ;-)