note: Don't even talk to me about Berlin okay. If you follow me on Twitter or Tumblr you know I got extremely upset about it. It was such a wonderful episode and the twist was unexpected, and I cried. A lot. And for some reason, this just kinda formed last night. I'm not doing a speculative tag or anything, since I never do, I wanted to just go with what I thought Tony might've been thinking in that last scene. Yeah, that scene. This is short, by the way.
disclaimer: You know you're obsessed with NCIS when you accidentally call a Mass Spectrometer "Major Mass Spec" to your Chemistry teacher. (ahem, I didn't, noo…)
listening to: I'm Glad There Is You, by Julie London.
His heart is pounding as he reaches over and takes her hand. Thud-thud-thud at rapid speed, over and over again. Her skin is warm and soft and right, and whilst his fingers curl round her palm she moves it unexpectedly, lacing hers through his in a dizzyingly intimate way. His eyes widen the tiniest bit at the movement but she does not loosen her grip. Instead, she sends him a smile and squeezes his skin and flutters rise up from his stomach, nearly reaching his throat where they threaten to spill out as words he's not sure he can say right now for fear of messing them up.
His head turns, though, and the light's switched to green, and he pulls the car away slowly.
Their hands remain threaded together, though, and that's such a couple thing to do, it's staggering. He moves to rest them upon the gear stick, hoping she won't pull away, and when she doesn't he feels dizzy. Her thumb moves up and down over his knuckles in a rhythmic way, and when he turns to grin quickly at her and return his gaze to the road, he's sure it must hurt to feel this way; to have fallen this bad. God, he's so in love his heart is straining and his mind is clouding and surely life cannot be this good.
And yet, it is. As she says his name, quietly, he turns his head and catches her eye, and he could get lost in the look she's giving him. There are words on her tongue, he can tell, but-
Light. Too bright and too fast and Oh my God.
He yells her name instead of turning the wheel, and the impact feels colossal, like a ton weight slamming into him again and again and again.
Without even being aware of his actions, he pulls her to him as she screams, away from the door and away from the glass and away from whatever vehicle it is that's smashed into them.
Her fingers, which had been torn from him, find his hand again, nails pressing into the top of it this time, so hard he can feel her drawing blood as they get catapulted forward, seat belts cutting into their necks and pulling them both sharply backwards.
He can feel something warm and sticky on his face, but he doesn't dare think of it, instead blindly wraps his arms round her waist and holds her as tight as he can.
It's not enough, though. The car's spinning out of control and there's a loud beeping from somewhere, and everything seems so very far away all of a sudden.
Too far away.
The car stops eventually, but by now the darkness is so inviting he can't fight it.
His hand seeks hers one last time, without him even knowing what he's doing. His fingers only brush hers, however, before deep, cold black claims him.
Somewhere in the world a siren wails like a crying child, and the car horn continues beeping, a flatlining heart in tow.
