Fic Title: Forever Love
Author: I Love NASCAR
Fandom: NCIS (Jibbs, of course)
Date: June 29, 2008
Feedback: please
Rating: PG (just to be on the safe side)
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Summary: Answer to Jibbsfest #4. (high heels, coffee, 'lost')
Jenny Shepherd entered her home, shutting the door quickly so the storm stayed outside, although she knew the storm was really a metaphor for her life lately. She removed her high heels, her feet hurting, her body tired, and went to make a pot of coffee, small, just to fill the house with that familiar scent. She always loved the way Jethro smelled, a cross between sawdust and coffee with some scent that was all his own, a comforting aroma that made her relax like no aromatherapy ever could. She missed him every second of every day, but this day had been so much harder for some reason. She was so tired of this game. She consoled Ducky who was in a similar place as she, losing his best friend, finding out all those years Jethro had been lying, and even that wouldn't matter if he'd just come home. Then she kept the 'kids' as Jethro always privately called them from killing each other, learning about McGee in a way she'd never bothered to before, trying to help Ziva who didn't know how to react to the loss, and trying to help Tony keep the team going, keep himself going. They were all lost without Jethro, but, of the 'kids', Abby and Tony were worst. Abby had her entire lab filled with the same picture of Jethro, which she talked to, and did her work holding that hippo he had given her.
She turned on a CD, removing her jewelry, then going to change out of her clothes to some that were more relaxing. The grief of the others only kept her from dealing with her own at losing Jethro, from processing what had happened. It had been hell when she'd left him those years before, but it was so much worse now. She felt lost, worried about him constantly, if he was okay, if he was having side-effects from the coma, if he was gaining his memory back. He didn't remember so much of his life, so many memories were just darkness to him. She couldn't stop thinking about the memories he didn't have, like the day they'd met, by her throwing up all over him off her first autopsy. He hadn't said one word, just taken her to a nearby trash can, out of sight from the others, and held her hair back as she finished being sick, then went to get her a Sprite, sitting with her until she felt better. The first time she looked into his blue eyes, she felt an instant connection, an instant friend, which had been made even stronger through the years, through being made partners, through being lovers, through the separation, and even now through their silly fights, through him being gone. She knew this couldn't be the end. She didn't believe that their connection, whatever term used to describe it, could ever end.
The first time I laid my eyes on you I knew. We'd spend this life side by side. I still feel the same though you're so far away. I swear that you'll always be mine. Forever Love. I promise you. Someday we'll be together. Forever love. I won't give up. No matter what. I'll be waiting for you. Forever love.
Jethro Gibbs walked outside of the tiny beach shack, sitting on the beach, a cup of coffee in his hand, Franks long since asleep, thunder and lightning on the horizon although the storm hadn't hit yet. He knew it was impossible, but he heard Jenny crying. It had started on the boat that afternoon and hadn't stopped since. He hated that sound, always had, because, most of the time, when she got to the point where she was crying, there was nothing he could do, he just felt lost. He knew she'd been crying when he was in the coma, when he left without telling her…he remembered everything, at least about them. He didn't make a separation, from the time they had been lovers, been partners, to their relationship when he'd left. It was all the same to him, always had been, which he could acknowledge as causing some of the fighting. Memories of her flooded his senses, of them making love, sleeping together as they held each other, eating meals, fighting, loving each other every second, no matter what. Aside from Shannon and Kelly, the only relationship he'd truly been happy in was the one he'd had with Jenny. That was the reason he'd left, the reason he was so scared. He needed to sort out what he already knew: that his love for Jen didn't have to diminish what he had with Shannon, that it didn't matter whether he was with Jenny or not, he loved her and could lose her and, one day, would, through whatever matter. So the real fact of the matter was he could sit here, on the beach, alone, missing Jenny, or go back to Washington, be with Jenny, for as long as they had left.
Minutes and hours and years may go by, but my heart knows nothing of time. So don't cry, just keep me right there in your dreams and hold on to these words of mine. Forever Love. I promise you. Someday we'll be together. Forever love. I won't give up. No matter what. I'll be waiting for you. Forever love.
Jenny put her hand on her still flat stomach, knowing she couldn't feel anything yet, it was still too early. She remembered the night after she was kidnapped; they couldn't have been separated if they tried. She had found out she was pregnant when she'd fainted the night they'd taken Jethro into the hospital. She hadn't been able to tell him, because of course he didn't remember her being kidnapped, much less what happened after. The prospect of having a child, at her age, was a miracle, but the fact that the child was half Jethro's, half hers, was the only thing that comforted her, only thing that kept her going when half the time she didn't even want to get out of the bed, much less take care of everyone else's problems. It was as if, no matter what happened to her, no matter what happened to Jethro, they would live on together. She wouldn't stop waiting for him to come home, but at least she had company.
Love is the road to our destiny. Nothing can change what is meant to be. Forever Love. Forever Love. Oh, I wont give up. No matter what. I'll be waiting for you. Forever love. I'll be waiting for you. Forever love. Forever Love.