donutsweeper (
donutsweeper) wrote2008-07-12 03:30 pm
The Favored Scar
Title: The Favored Scar
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, no pairings, rated G
Word Count: 300
Summary: Tony has many scars, but one is particularly special to him.
Author's Note: Written for
ncisdrabble100 drabble challenge: shot
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, no pairings, rated G
Word Count: 300
Summary: Tony has many scars, but one is particularly special to him.
Author's Note: Written for
Tony brushed his thumb along the small scar just behind his ear. Covered by hair as it was, he knew it was barely noticeable. And no one would ever suspect what it meant to him.
It happened on a sweltering summer day, high humidity with no breeze to speak of, the type of weather his father always dubbed ‘perfect, just perfect’ for one of his reenactments. Of course, he wasn’t the one lugging around the poo bucket. One minute Tony was doing his best not to breathe through his nose and the next there was a tremendous bang and it was all he could do to breathe at all.
Words and smells and throbbing pain swirled around him- it was like he was looking through a fun house mirror- the world was there, but out of focus, stretched and tinged grey.
“Anthony?” His father was kneeling next to him. The man seemed to be shouting, but the words were fading in and out. “Anthony.... shot... that idiot... ambulance... Anthony, please....” All Tony knew was that through all the confusion and pain his father was there, actually there, and holding his hand tightly in a vice-like grip.
The grip remained. It was there when the dizziness became too much and Tony shut his eyes. It was there when the ambulance arrived and the pain got worse as he was poked and prodded by the paramedics. And it was there when something sharp pricked his arm and he fell asleep.
When he’d woken up in the hospital his father was on the phone, ignoring him, everything back to normal for their less than stellar relationship. But Tony would always have the scar from that bullet burn to remember that moment when his father became his dad, if only for a few minutes.
It happened on a sweltering summer day, high humidity with no breeze to speak of, the type of weather his father always dubbed ‘perfect, just perfect’ for one of his reenactments. Of course, he wasn’t the one lugging around the poo bucket. One minute Tony was doing his best not to breathe through his nose and the next there was a tremendous bang and it was all he could do to breathe at all.
Words and smells and throbbing pain swirled around him- it was like he was looking through a fun house mirror- the world was there, but out of focus, stretched and tinged grey.
“Anthony?” His father was kneeling next to him. The man seemed to be shouting, but the words were fading in and out. “Anthony.... shot... that idiot... ambulance... Anthony, please....” All Tony knew was that through all the confusion and pain his father was there, actually there, and holding his hand tightly in a vice-like grip.
The grip remained. It was there when the dizziness became too much and Tony shut his eyes. It was there when the ambulance arrived and the pain got worse as he was poked and prodded by the paramedics. And it was there when something sharp pricked his arm and he fell asleep.
When he’d woken up in the hospital his father was on the phone, ignoring him, everything back to normal for their less than stellar relationship. But Tony would always have the scar from that bullet burn to remember that moment when his father became his dad, if only for a few minutes.

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That's so sweet and sad at the same time. *hugs Tony* (or I will if he lets me).
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Ok, I need to go eat something, because all this talk of food is making me hungry.
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Too many people (even in canon) take Tony at face value, which is a real shame
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I somehow managed to type that with a straight face.
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There needs to be more fic like this!
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So bitter sweet and moving.
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