Chapter Updated: August 23, 2010
Thanks for clicking on Fortuitous Obliteration
for·tu·i·tous[/fawr-too-i-tuhs] adj. happening/coming about by chance, especially giving rise to good fortune o·blit·er·a·tion- verb [uh-blit-uh-rey-shuhn]To do away with completely so as to leave no trace It began in the middle of the winter, December 29,when the day burned itself into two individuals' memory, leaving them close to death. She had never expected to come to love the one who destroyed her world. It seemed as though the top of the world fell on her, but he helped her push it off. So will forbidden love bloom, or will she nearly kill him… again? Tony Dinozzo never realized that she could make his life a living hell. After all, she was just a girl, and he was the school's star athlete. First he befriended the goth science geek, then he had to protect the loser computer geek too and finally his best friend Kate was put in a coma. His life seemed to start to crumble when he accidently crashed into the girl's car when he was driving to escape his father on that fateful icy day…
Anthony Dinozzo, 17, swerved his car frantically as the other teenager noticed him lose control. The ice was dangerously smooth, and its nearly invisible surface was deceiving as their cars neared one another for a dangerous collision.
Tony had just been trying to escape his father's wrath again. He had shown his mourning for a cat that was hit by a car, and his father had attempted to beat him for his compassion. He had done the first thing that came to mind- he had raced for the garage and towards his car, backing out and barely missing hitting his outraged parental figure. He had recklessly barreled down the street, seeking solace from his home and family as he raced away.
Sixteen year old Ziva David was spending the day with her little sister and mother, grateful that her father and brother were gone for the coming spring months. The three of them were sightseeing, something they had not done in America. Ziva, newly licensed, was laughing at what Tali had told her. The three of them were enjoying their time together when the car swerved on the pavement, throwing the vehicle out of control.
Slowly Tony had pressed the brakes down, slowing his car to the speed limit before turning the corner with a sigh, expecting himself to navigate the streets until he was low on gas or until the police located the troublesome teen, whichever came first. With a quirk of his lips, he knew the second was more likely, because his father would phone in a kidnapping to get his son home sooner. The boy grunted as he blinked, then his eyes flew wide open as he saw another car barreling towards him.
When he jerked the wheel to the side, the car lost control, sending the two of the vehicles spinning towards each other before they collided with a sickly crash.
Tony Dinozzo felt pain as the metal ripped into his scalp, leaving blood to gush down his face. It seemed as though he was fated to be full of pain until he died, leaving him alone in his world of misery. He resisted the urge to scream like a girl, and realized that he could hear someone screaming from the car that had hit him before the screaming cut off into a rasping sob.
"Hello?" he managed to croak out. "Is someone there? Help, please!" he called, ever polite. He could imagine his father beating him when he saw the headline, Anthony Dinozzo, 17, screams at a bystander trying to help him. His manners were full of faults as he bled to death on the pavement.Yeah, that would piss his father off if he didn't remember his pleases and thank you's.
"Help!" he could hear someone gasping out, but the pain was fogging his brain, not letting him answer the girl speaking to let her know that she wasn't alone. But both of them were alone truly, because that was what happened on the edge of death, everyone died alone, no matter how rich or how poor, how loved or how hated, everyone died alone.
Ziva lay where she had been thrown through her window shield, calmly contemplating on how if her father had replaced the faulty seatbelt before he left with Ari, she might not have cracked her head on the pavement. She heard stampeding feet and wished she knew what happened to her mother and sister. Tali and her mom were the ones who cared about her, she was nothing but a tool to her brother and father, and she wanted to have those she loved in the world with her. Maybe she was just selfish, or maybe she was filled by the desire to live.
Two teenagers lay in their pools of blood, one full of deathbed humor, the other filled with worry for the ones she cared about. Both of them were slowly feeling the ice chill in their bones as their blood dripped more slowly. Neither of them were able to hear the sirens of the ambulances and police as people noticed their plight. Both of them were loaded onto stretchers, leaving the citizens of the town to disperse. Neither of them had someone to ride in the ambulance for them, because they were both alone. Yes, both of them were alone, one with a deceased family, one with a father and mother who really didn't care about anything other then the public's thoughts.
Yes, at that moment, the moment when the thread of fate grabbed them and tied them together, the two of them couldn't be more alike, surrounded by the beeping machines and the smell of medicines that would be scarred into their memories.
Yes, December 29 was the day the two seniors were pulled together, and it would be the day that both of their worlds fell apart.
Once again, thanks for picking this up to read. I hope you enjoyed my little prologue. It's set AU so please leave a review and maybe check out my other stories. I thought it might be fun to write the gang in high school. Don't worry, from Vance to Gibbs to Kate to Ducky and even Palmer and Jenny, there will be many NCIS characters put in here. The ages range from 14-34, so you get the gist of it all. Please leave a review with what you think!
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