Let me out of this brain!
Summary: Crack!fic. Gift for draggon-flye featuring some musings by her Tim. Warning: references to spanking of adults. Don't like? Don't read!
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I'm just playing with 'em.
A/N: This isn't part of my main series of stories; it alludes to some future developments in draggon-flye's universe, but I don't think I'm spoiling anything she has planned. It's just a silly little piece that grew out of a bad week, some flippant comments about who might have caused some of the problems, and my Muse's sense of humour.
For draggon-flye.
Warning: this story contains references to the 'discipline fic' genre of writing. There's no on-screen spanking in this one, but if you'd rather pretend that such stories don't exist in the NCIS fandom, leave now. You've been warned.
Tim headed down the driveway, furtively glancing around. He wasn't like some fictional characters, who didn't seem to understand that they weren't actually real. He knew he was the figment of an imagination. He even knew that he wasn't the 'original' Tim McGee. He was a pseudo-clone of Bellisario's masterful creation. He lived in the mind of a fan-fiction writer.
That wasn't a problem, in itself. The life of a fan-fic character could be a good one. A bit of romance. A bit of adventure. Happy endings. It could be a very sweet existence.
Him? He was stuck here in the brain of a discipline fic writer.
Tim shuddered, and popped the hood of the car.
He'd already tried introducing a virus into her computer. His hope that he'd wipe that very uncomfortable conversation with Gibbs off the face of the earth had been dashed, however. Some real-world techno-geek had managed to restore most of her files, including the important RL document that he'd had some regret about destroying... and the half-finished story, that he'd wanted gone forever. He'd hoped that she'd be dispirited enough to abandon the fic, to not recreate what she'd written, to not carry the plotline to the conclusion she had planned.
A conclusion that he wanted very much to avoid.
But, now, she seemed more determined than ever to have her Gibbs spank her Tim – him! – for something that the 'original' Tim did in some episode.
Tim reached into the car and started pulling out random wires. He didn't really know what he was doing, but he figured that he'd manage to do something to the car. It wouldn't stop her forever, he knew. But it would distract her for a while, give her something to concentrate on other than her writing. And maybe, if he could keep this up long enough, she'd lose interest. Move on to some other story about some other character. Maybe even get hooked on some other show entirely and populate her fiction with an entirely different cast of characters. It was worth a try, at least.
Confident that he'd managed to disable the car enough to catch her attention for a while, Tim stood up and turned back towards the house.
There she was, sitting on the front porch. Notebook in hand.
And Gibbs was heading towards him, his eyes shifting meaningfully between him and the car.
Uh-oh.