Summary: Ducky is Jethro's past, future and present.
Categories: Gibbs/Ducky Characters: Leroy Jethro Gibbs
Genre: Established relationship, Character study, Friendship
Pairing: Gibbs/Ducky
Warnings: None
Challenges: Series: None
Chapters: 1
Completed: Yes
Word count: 314
Read: 1372
Published: 09/02/2007
Updated: 09/02/2007
Story Notes:
I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.
1. My Past, My Furture, My Present by AA
My Past, My Furture, My Present by AA
Author's Notes:
Ducky is Jethro's past, future and present.
I don't love you because I need you; I need you because I love you.
There’s not much about the past, my past, which I’m proud of.
I’ve done things I regret. Things that hurt people. Things that weren’t maybe wrong, but weren’t right. Things I wish I could undo.
But there is something, someone, that makes it all worthwhile. That makes up for all the bad. For all the pain. All the hatred.
Ducky.
My Ducky.
The man I love.
The man I’ve loved since the minute I met him.
The man who’s always stood by me, no matter what.
The man who loves me.
Ducky.
My Ducky.
The man who is my past.
I think the worst thing about life would be having to go through it without you.
At one point I didn’t think I’d have a future.
Didn’t see the point in having one.
What could it bring? Nothing but pain, misery, destruction, hatred, badness. Most of which I’d caused.
I doubt I would’ve had one had it not been for one person.
If it hadn’t been for Ducky.
He took the bad and made it good.
He took the hatred and replaced it with love.
He took the pain and gave me pleasure.
He took the destruction and rebuilt.
He took the misery and offered me joy.
He gave me my future.
He is my future.
Right now, I can't remember yesterday, and I don't care about tomorrow. This moment is all that matters.
Having a past if one thing.
Having a future is another.
But without a present they are both pointless.
My present is Ducky.
He makes each day worth living.
He lets me see the world through different eyes. The eyes of someone who can, and does, care. The eyes of someone who can see the beauty, the pleasure, the joy, the love, the peace.
He makes me know that I’m loved, wanted, needed. That I’m not quite the bastard I think I am.
He makes me.
He makes me whole.
He is my present.
And he will always be so.
End Notes:
I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.