Confusion
I do not own any of the NCIS characters, I am just borrowing them for this fic. Hope you like it.
(This has nothing to do with my other Tony/Gibbs story. I will continue it as well.)
Tony had never felt so hot before in his life, he could hardly keep his eyes open because of the bright light. His whole body ached and he knew he was dying, he just wanted it to be over soon, he couldn't stand any more of this. He was too tired to fight any longer. He wondered where his team where. They didn't usually leave him on his own when he was ill. He so didn't want to be alone when he died. That was how his father said he would end up, dead in a gutter. He could feel tears trickle down his cheek. Gibbs help me he pleaded.
He felt someone lift his head. He knew it was a man by the smell and he knew he was speaking to him but he couldn't hear his voice properly. Then he felt a delicious coolness on his lips, water. He never thought he'd be so pleased just to drink water. "Sip," the voice said. Tony dried to take more but the water was taken away.
"Please," Tony begged. How could they be so cruel as to take it away? Surely they wouldn't deny him some water.
"Sip," the voice said again. Tony tried to raise his arms and grab whatever the water was in but the man held his hands down. He must be weak for him to be able to do that, Tony thought.
Then he felt himself lifted up. The man lifted him with ease, he must have lost weight. How long had he been kept a prisoner? His skin felt as if it was on fire. He felt water being poured onto his clothes. He shivered. Something soaked in water was placed over his face. He hated this. He knew he couldn't see very well just now but not seeing anything was frightening. He struggled and tried to get away. "Stop it boy, I'm trying to help you. Your face is burnt with the sun, I need to keep the water on it. Settle down." Sun? How did he get out in the sun? Where the hell was he? He struggled some more. A sharp smack to his leg stopped him. "Enough!" He was lifted up again and then he seemed to be moving faster. Was he in some kind of machine? It didn't feel like a car. Then everything went black.
Tony was sure he had woken up in heaven. He was lying on something so soft he just wanted to snuggle into it and sleep. They have great beds in heaven he thought as sleep overcame him again.
The next time he woke he could hear voices. They sounded familiar, he wriggled around in the bed. "Lie still," a voice said. A hand touched his forehead. "He's still very hot, Doc."
He must be in hospital. He lifted his hand and tried to remove the cloth from his eyes. "Leave it on."
"Boss?" Tony said. It sounded like Gibbs.
"He's not making any sense, Doc."
"It's sunstroke. Just keep on giving him liquids to rehydrate him. And use that cream."
"Ducky," he murmured. But he was too tired to keep awake any longer.
The next time he woke he had a more pressing need. A hand held him down as he tried to push himself up from the bed. "Boy, lie down."
Boy. "Toilet. I need the toilet."
"You're not well enough to go to the outhouse."
Outhouse. Where was he? In a rerun of Bonanza or Little House on the Prairie.
"Sit on the edge of the bed and I'll help you," the gruff voice said.
"What?" Tony squeaked. "No! Get your hands off me."
"Stop it boy. I'm just going to get you the chamber pot."
Chamber pot? Must be a strange place if they don't have indoor plumbing. He wished he could see. The cloth had been replaced by a bandage. A large container was placed in his hands. He heard the footsteps moving away. He pulled the bandage off. He looked around the room. It was quite a small room with a large bed and a dresser to one side. He looked down. What the hell was he wearing? It looked like a dress.
"You finished?"
"No!" Why did his voice sound so high? He looked at his arms. They were short and so were his legs. What had happened to him?
"Are you alright?"
"No!"
The man came in. It was Gibbs or at least it looked like him. His hair was longer and he was a bit thinner but it was definitely him. What could he say? "What's wrong?"
"I...I ..." He didn't know what to say?
The man rushed to his side and put a hand to his head. "You're still a bit warm but your skin is looking less red. That cream of the Doc's must be working." he looked at the empty pot. "Are you having problems?"
"No. I mean yes. It's just..." he stuttered. "This thing." he pulled the dress out from his skin. "Why am I wearing this thing?"
"It's a nightshirt."
"I know that, why am I wearing it?" he asked in a snippy voice.
The man who looked like Gibbs had an angry look on his face. Pretty much like the one Gibbs wore before he head slapped Tony. "You may speak to your parents like that but I will not accept it." The man glared at him and that was very familiar and also very sad.
"Sorry."
"Hurry up and then we can eat." The man left.
Tony looked around the room, he couldn't see his clothes anywhere. He reached up to the dresser and grabbed the mirror off the top. He looked in it. Staring back was a young boy's face. He gasped. That wasn't his face looking back, it was a kid. No wonder the Gibbs man called him boy. He was one. The mirror slipped from his hands and smashed on the floor.
The man came running in. "Don't move," he shouted as Tony took a backward step. "What were you playing at boy?"
He couldn't stop himself, he started to cry. Two hands reached out and lifted him over the broken glass. He handed him the chamber pot," Go take care of business, one accident a day is enough."
Tony couldn't stop the tears flowing down his cheeks as he did what the man said. He heard the man sweeping the glass up. He came through and stood in front of Tony. "Come here." He held open his arms and Tony fell into them "It's okay," he soothed. "No harm done." He lifted him up and moved over to a rocking chair and set the boy in his lap. He wrapped a blanket round the boy's shoulders and held him to him.
TBC
( Please let me know if you like this and want me to continue.)