Tony ate his soup as quickly as he dared, trying to ignore the congestion in his chest. Company was coming—but who? Had he dreamed Brooks Graham’s appearance. Had he fever hallucinated the entire thing?
Tony looked at Gibbs, accepting a piece of bread and chewing thoughtfully. Gibbs was stirring a glass of light liquid—maybe ginger ale? Tony’s nose wrinkled. He hated the stuff—it reminded him of his mother’s illness. Ginger ale had been one of the only things to calm her stomach.
Gibbs offered the glass and Tony stared at it for a moment before sipping the liquid. “Its good.”
“Dominion has ginger ale now. And root beer.” Dominion was their favorite local brew and they didn’t disappoint with their soft drinks either.
“Who is company?” he asked. He’d eaten all of Gibbs’ soup and bread, was almost done with the sofa and he figured he deserved to be thrown a bone.
“Ducky.”
Ducky? That was unexpected.
“Anyone else?”
“You’ll see.”
Tony couldn’t hide his smile at that. Maybe he hadn’t dreamed it all.
Ducky came, bearing antibiotics. They were treating this like more than a cold apparently, but Tony didn’t complain. He’d bide his time until…
“Get some rest, Tony.” Gibbs’ voice was soft and soothing and Tony’s eyes drifted shut.
“But Brooks…”
“Brooks will be here later. I promise.” Gibbs’ whisper was soft in his ear, and Tony floated away, content in the knowledge that Gibbs wouldn’t let him down.
Before the Movie
Sequel to http://taylorgibbs.livejournal.com/100688.html?thread=1016656#t1016656
Tony ate his soup as quickly as he dared, trying to ignore the congestion in his chest. Company was coming—but who? Had he dreamed Brooks Graham’s appearance. Had he fever hallucinated the entire thing?
Tony looked at Gibbs, accepting a piece of bread and chewing thoughtfully. Gibbs was stirring a glass of light liquid—maybe ginger ale? Tony’s nose wrinkled. He hated the stuff—it reminded him of his mother’s illness. Ginger ale had been one of the only things to calm her stomach.
Gibbs offered the glass and Tony stared at it for a moment before sipping the liquid. “Its good.”
“Dominion has ginger ale now. And root beer.” Dominion was their favorite local brew and they didn’t disappoint with their soft drinks either.
“Who is company?” he asked. He’d eaten all of Gibbs’ soup and bread, was almost done with the sofa and he figured he deserved to be thrown a bone.
“Ducky.”
Ducky? That was unexpected.
“Anyone else?”
“You’ll see.”
Tony couldn’t hide his smile at that. Maybe he hadn’t dreamed it all.
Ducky came, bearing antibiotics. They were treating this like more than a cold apparently, but Tony didn’t complain. He’d bide his time until…
“Get some rest, Tony.” Gibbs’ voice was soft and soothing and Tony’s eyes drifted shut.
“But Brooks…”
“Brooks will be here later. I promise.” Gibbs’ whisper was soft in his ear, and Tony floated away, content in the knowledge that Gibbs wouldn’t let him down.