SG Team Gibbs 2
For morosophe (because your prompts and my muse run in the same neighborhoods)
Prompt/Summary: SG Gibbs time stamp. Clone!Tony has two galaxies worth of options to pick from, but he refuses to leave Gibbs' team. Gibbs' attempt to get him to cut the apron strings backfires.
Spoilers: Season 9-ish of SG1, Season 8-ish of NCIS
Disclaimer: Only the clones are mine.
*sg1*ncis*
Gibbs wanted to strangle Anton. Tony's clone was almost impervious to the head slap and wasn't looking at the proposed course load with any interest. "Why'd you drag me out of the City and to the Ohio State campus if you weren't interested in attending?" he snarled.
Anton shrugged. He didn't have Tony's shoulders from the football training regimen of this age, but in every other way, he was Tony DiNozzo.
"Gibbs?" Gibbs heard Tony's incredulous voice from the wrong direction. He was going to kick Anton's ass. The teenager had planned this. He had known that his original would be on campus, near this green on this day. "Gibbs?" Tony ran up to the gunny's side with a wry smile… that slid off his face at the sight of Anton. The smile reappeared, more genuine and fuller than before. "Some one thought I was so awesome that the world needed two." Gibbs head-slapped him so that he'd quit wiggling like a damn puppy.
The "Sorry Boss," was more habit than anything else. He offered his hand to his clone. "You can call me Tony. I bet you're… Anton?"
Anton nodded and shook the proffered hand. "Anton Gibbs."
"Oh." He looked at Gibbs and lost all of his reserve at being deserted without a word. "So this was why you left."
"He wants me to go away for college," Anton complained.
"You're getting educated?" Tony confirmed.
"By some of the best tutors in the 'Verse. And I help out at the office."
Tony scoffed. "I know why you're not leaving."
"Several reasons."
Tony seemed to understand his clone perfectly. "Really?"
"Really, really."
"Can I come too?" Tony turned on Gibbs, all hopeful and happy.
"No."
"But Boss…"
"I need you to look after the others."
"Ziva went home," Tony said and there were mixed emotions with the news. "Tim's kinda flailing in the office. He's been writing more and it's distracting him and his stories are getting too dark. Abbie's still pissed at you and taking it out at everyone at work. I couldn't keep them together, Boss."
"She'll forgive him," Anton was sure.
"Yeah, she will," Tony agreed. They were grinning at each other. "So the three of us?"
"No." Gibbs was too damn old to deal with two of everybody.
"If they want," Anton countered. Now he finally opened what should have been the Ohio State registration packet and inside were four non-disclosure forms. It had been a very long time since Gibbs had been blindsided this bad. He knew that O'Neill was involved.
Tony snatched them up like they were gold. He debated and gave the fourth form back to Anton. "When and where do we need to return these?"
"Next Friday at the Cheyanne Mountain Complex in Colorado Springs. If you bring it and everything you'll need to live for the next year in two trunks, there's room for you when we ship out."
"Ten days. I can do that," Tony was sure, even as he was scanning the official documents. "How's the movie collection?" he asked Anton.
"We're light on the 60's, 80's and the black-n-whites."
"I'll fix that," Tony promised his clone. He started walking away… no, he was bouncing. "See you in ten days," he promised.
Now Gibbs hit Anton upside the head. "Why did you do that?"
"I know how much he –and the others need you. There's enough of you to go around."
Gibbs realized that football and those damn movies had been a replacement for family last time. Anton didn't need them this time but he was generous enough to share his family with others. The next head-slap was gentler and ruffled the teen's hair. He was proud of his kids, both sets, and together they were going to drive him nuts.
*ncis*sg1*