Sing A Song
By Twilight Trekky
Rating: varies between K—T, but mostly K+ and T
Pairings: Jibbs, McAbby, Tiva
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
A/N: I keep writing songfics, so I decided to just write them all in a series of one-shots, all based on songs. So… yeah. Some are AU, and I'll indicate them after the title, as shown in this first story. Please R&R!
Chapter One: Three Wooden Crosses (AU)
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher
Riding on the midnight bus, bound for Mexico
One's headed for vacation, one for higher education,
And two of them were searching for lost souls
Gibbs needed a day off. So he took one. He was off to Mexico to see his father Mike. After working long days at the farm with his brother Tobias, he could use a vacation. He never really did go on vacation, so Tobias suggested taking day off and visiting their father. Gibbs boarded a bus at midnight. There was only three other people on the bus besides himself and the driver.
Jenny knew that she needed to learn more. A student asked her a question she didn't know the answer to three months ago. She felt kind of stupid. So a fellow colleague told her to go to this nice college in Mexico where she could take a few classes. It was just a two month course, and it was summer vacation, so what better time to do it? She found only two people on the midnight bus she boarded.
Abby didn't know what to do anymore. She was tired of working the late nights with the sloppy men. Yeah, being a hooker paid good, but the men that she hooked up with sometimes were just plain horrible and disgusting. She left the last guy and just boarded the bus, even though it was midnight. There was only one person on the bus.
McGee followed the Bible as if his life depended on it. The Bible told him everything. God was always there for him. When he needed someone to be his guide, when he needed answers, God was there for him. But lately, something has felt weird. His questions aren't being answered. He doesn't know what to think of this, so he's gone searching. It was late, but he boarded the empty bus anyway.
The driver never ever saw the stop sign
And eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime
The bus drove on, just a few miles away from the Mexican border now. There were only four passengers on the bus. The driver drove on as if nothing was going on. The bus was completely silent. They were coming up to an intersection, but the bus wasn't slowing down. Maybe the driver didn't see the stop sign. It doesn't really matter. Who else was on the road that night? Before any of the passengers or the driver could think, an eighteen wheeler carrying cargo smashed into the side of the bus.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway
Why there's not four of them, heaven only knows
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you
It's what you leave behind you when you go
Anytime that you go by Highway 81, you'll see three crosses on the side of the road.
That farmer left a harvest, a home, and eighty acres,
The faith and love for growing things, in his young son's heart
Fifteen year old Jimmy looked at the view from his front porch. All he could see was miles of farm fields, all of them his. He loved farming, just like his father. His mother never really cared for it, and she was going to sell all 80 acres, but Jimmy had stopped her. He wanted to farm it, just like his father.
And that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children
Did her best to give them all a good start
"Ms. Shepard will be remembered by all of us," the principal said at the assembly at the beginning of the new school year.
Many of the students and staff in the audience were crying. One student got up and started to speak.
"Ms. Shepard was one of the best teachers I ever had," the student said. "She always was there to answer my questions. There was only one that she couldn't answer, which made her pursue a higher education at a summer program at a college in Mexico. I know that all of us will use the information she gave us to live out a better life. The one thing she wanted was to give us all that first step into life." The student stepped down as the crowd clapped.
And that preacher whispered, "Can't you see the promised land?"
As he laid his blood stained bible in that hooker's hand
Abby pushed off a piece of debris from the preacher. He was barely alive. She knew right then that he wasn't going to make it. They didn't really know each other. All four of the passengers had introduced themselves, and that's it. Abby had taken a liking to the preacher, though.
"Tim," she said, trying to get him to wake up. "Wake up. Can you hear me? Say something!"
McGee moved slightly, opening his eyes to look at the hooker sitting in front of him. He took his Bible, stained with blood now, and placed it in Abby's hand. "Can't you see the promised land?" he asked before he took his final breath.
Abby looked around, searching for somebody… anybody… She found the already dead bodies of the Jenny and Gibbs. The driver was dead as well. She was the only one left.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you
It's what you leave behind you when you go
That's the story that our preacher told last Sunday
As he held that blood-stained Bible up
For all of us to see
He said, "Bless the farmer, and the teacher, and the preacher,
Who gave this Bible to my mamma,
Who read it to me."
"Bless the farmer, and the teacher, and the preacher," Tony said at the usual time on Sunday, "who gave this Bible to my mamma who read it to me."
The people in the altars all bowed their heads in a sign of sorrow. Who knew that their preacher today could've been someone completely different, and that one life-changing moment in his mother's life was the reason he became a preacher.
"Let's pray now for all who we have lost," Tony said. Every bowed their heads again and prayed for everyone.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, now I guess you know
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you
It's what you leave behind you when you go
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway
A/N: *sniffs* Time to bring out the tissues. Please Review now! Next chapter is written and I'll post once I get (A) a review :D (B) a story alert and/or ( C) a favorite. Reviews are preferable, please!
Song - Three Wooden Crosses by Randy Travis
