I Will Make The Darkness Light
“C’mon,” McGee growled, hitting the steering wheel with both hands as another vehicle merged in front of him without warning. He’d been driving for hours and now, being only three blocks from home, it seemed as though everyone in a vehicle was determined to keep him from reaching his lover.
Releasing a cry of frustration as the cop in the intersection brought traffic to a halt, he grabbed his cell phone from the passenger seat, checking for a signal. He’d been trying to reach Tony all afternoon, becoming increasingly worried every time the phone went to voicemail. The blackout that had plagued the DC area hadn’t reached them in Richmond, though as soon as news of the power outage reached McGee, he’d taken off for home, panic setting in at the thought of his heavily pregnant lover alone in the apartment with no electricity and no means of communication.
He was just about to start flashing his badge in an effort to get traffic moving again when the cop signaled them forward and it was all he could do to keep from running up on the sidewalk in an effort to pass the slow moving motorists.
“Son of a bitch! Would you people learn to drive!” He cursed, offering an obscene gesture to the elderly woman in the vehicle in front of him just seconds before he swerved onto the shoulder, passing her illegally.
Rounding the corner, he could feel the tension slowly leaving his body as he spotted the older apartment building just up ahead. Maneuvering around the last two people in front of him, he swerved into his parking space beside his Italian’s car, practically leaping out as soon as the car had screeched to a halt.
McGee raced up the stairs to their third floor apartment, surprising himself with the fact that he wasn’t out of breath. When he reached their door, he could hear his lover’s hoarse cries coming from inside, making his blood run cold.
Pushing the door open, he rushed over to where the older man was sitting on the floor, his knees pulled up to his chest as he leaned against the couch.
“Tony… oh God, I knew I shouldn’t have left,” he mumbled, taking his hand and allowing him to squeeze until the contraction passed.
“Don’t… be stupid, McGee,” Tony managed, trying to catch his breath after the pain subsided. “You couldn’t have known.”
“But I did. I should’ve listened to my gut.” He shook his head, leaning in to press a kiss to the older man’s lips. “How long have they been coming?”
“About…” he groaned, shifting against the couch, trying to stop the throbbing pain in his back. “Maybe an hour after you left? I don’t know. It wasn’t bad and I fell asleep. Woke up about an hour ago, it’s been every ten minutes since.”
“Tony, why didn’t you call?”
“Phone’s dead… Power’s out…” The Italian slumped forward, his face contorting in pain as another contraction started.
“It’s okay… just breathe through it. I’m right here.”
Allowing Tony to grip one hand, McGee reached into his pocket and pulled his cell phone out, immediately dialing Gibbs’ number. He’d promised the older man that he’d check in after he made contact with Tony and he wasn’t surprised when the agent answered after the first ring.
“Everything okay?”
“No,” McGee responded, wincing slightly as a hoarse cry tore from Tony’s throat. “I’ve gotta get him to the hospital, boss. Haven’t called Abby yet, but I was hoping"“
“I’m on it. She’ll meet you there.”
“Better tell her to hurry if she plans on making it in time.” Snapping the phone closed between his fingers, McGee turned his full attention back to his partner, running his fingers through his sweaty hair in an attempt to soothe him. “Alright, T. Everything’s going to be okay.”
“I don’t wanna do this anymore,” he gasped, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “I can’t do this.”
“Yes you can. You’re doing just fine. But you know what? We’ve gotta get up and we’ve gotta go. You just have a little bit longer and it’ll all be over, but I’m going to need your help, okay?”
“O… okay,” he responded, nodding weakly.
“Alright.” Leaning over, McGee pecked his lips gently before he pushed himself to his feet, holding his hands out for the older man. “I’m gonna pull you up, okay? You ready?”
He nodded again, not trusting his voice. Taking a deep breath, he gripped McGee’s hands, another cry escaping him as the younger agent pulled him to his feet. He doubled over, closing his eyes as he willed the pain to subside.
He could feel his partner’s hand on his back, rubbing gently as he gripped his upper arm to help him remain upright. “Everything’s gonna be okay. It’s almost over.”
Straightening just slightly, he allowed McGee to drape an arm around his waist, helping to steady him as they made their way to the front door.
Having Josh had been painful, but he couldn’t remember it ever being this excruciating. A choked sob escaped him as another contraction started, nearly sending him to his knees. Gripping the doorframe in one hand and McGee’s shoulder in the other, he closed his eyes, and tried desperately to remind himself that it would all be worth it in the end.
Or he hoped so, anyway.
::::::
Pulling up in front of the hospital, Abby shifted the car into park, her hands trembling as she pulled the keys out of the ignition. After receiving the phone call from Gibbs, she’d left work in a hurry, her heart thumping wildly in her chest as she navigated the busy streets of DC.
She was a little angry with her lover for not informing her of his decision to call McGee in for help on the case down in Richmond, as she’d been against the idea of Tony being left alone since he’d entered into his sixth month. She’d never been so relieved as when McGee’s leave time request had been approved by Vance, allowing her favorite geek to be at home with the older man during the day.
Had she known that Tony was on his own for the day, she would have faked sick or something. Anything to keep from being cooped up in that apartment all by himself.
Taking a deep breath, she reached over to open the car door when she froze, dropping back against the seat as the tears fell down her cheeks. Closing her eyes, she struggled to get her emotions under control before she finally opened the door and stepped out, rushing to the emergency room entrance just as raindrops began to fall from the dark sky above.
Stepping in through the double doors, she pulled her jacket tighter around her dress, blushing slightly at the odd looks she received from the nurse at the desk.
“Pippi Longstocking,” she said by way of explanation.
“Excuse me?”
“That’s who I’m supposed to be. For Halloween. You know, Pippi Longstocking?” She tried again, pointing to the red pigtails she’d wired up to stick in opposite directions. “It’s kind of an inside joke. I always wear pigtails anyway, but my boyfriend kind of has a thing for redheads and I didn’t want to be too crazy this year because I’m about to become a mother and I don’t want my children to look back at my Halloween costumes and be embarrassed and"“
“Can I help you, miss?” She asked impatiently, clicking her long nails on the top of the desk.
“Oh. Right. My friend Tony was brought in here a few minutes ago. Cute guy, Italian, nice smile, great hair. I was hoping you could tell me"“
“Abby!”
Glancing up at the sound of the voice, Abby sighed in relief when she spotted McGee at the other end of the hallway, waving her over.
“Nevermind! Found ‘em! Thanks! Bye!”
Turning away from the nurse’s station, she lifted her skull bag a little higher on her shoulder as she hurried down the hallway as fast as humanly possible in her heavy black boots. “How is he?” She asked, feeling the tears prickling behind her eyes again.
“Hurting pretty bad,” McGee responded, running his fingers through his hair, his face pale. “They said everything looks good though and as soon as Dr. Simmons is here, they’re gonna go ahead with the C-section.”
“How long did they say that would be?” The Goth asked, wrapping her arms around him.
“They didn’t,” he said, releasing a shaky breath. “Last they said, she was an hour away at some conference, but with the traffic… it could be awhile.”
Closing her eyes, Abby willed away the tears threatening to spill, knowing she had to be at the top of her game for Tony. Losing it in front of him wouldn’t do anybody any good; she had to be strong.
“Do you think… could I see him?”
“He’s been askin’ for you.”
“Not because he wants to murder me for talkin’ him into this, right? Because"“
“No, and I’m pretty sure you’d be safe anyway. He’s not really in any condition to murder anybody right now.”
“Right… Okay then… so you don’t mind?”
“Not at all. I need to call my mom anyway, make arrangements for Josh for tonight. Take care of him ‘til I get back, would ya?”
“Of course,” she responded with a nod as she pushed past him, making her way to the room where her friend was being held. The sound of a pained moan reached her ears, the sound making her chest ache uncomfortably. She could remember, quite vividly, how awful having Josh had been for Tony, and the thought of him going through it all over again because of her was enough to bring tears to her eyes again.
Swallowing back the sob that threatened to escape, she forced the most natural smile she could as she stepped into the room.
“Hey, T,” she greeted quietly, making her way over to the bed. He didn’t look very good; his face was covered in a light sweat, his cheeks red. “How are you feeling?”
“I love you to death, Abs but I’m… I’m convinced that these two are directly related to the devil. I want ‘em out now,” he moaned, his face contorting into a look of pain as another contraction started. “Oh God.”
Gripping his hand, she offered what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m right here… you’re gonna be okay.”
It took every ounce of strength he possessed to keep from crushing her fingers in his, and when the contraction finally passed, he fell back against the pillows, feeling completely drained.
She barely managed to keep her tears from falling as she held her friend’s hand, wishing that she could do something to help him with his pain. “You’re doin’ so great, Tonyboy.”
He grunted, offering her a tired smile. “I just wish they’d gimme a fan or somethin’. I’ve gone from bein’ in an apartment with no air to a hospital room with no air. I think I’m dying.”
Abby chuckled as she reached up and brushed away a tear as it slid down her cheek. “I’m sorry… you should probably be the one crying, not me.”
“C’mere,” he said, reaching up and brushing his thumb over her cheek. “It’s alright, abs.”
Closing her eyes, she couldn’t help but feel grateful when McGee reentered the room, a large cup of ice chips in his hand.
“Did you talk to your mom?” The Italian asked, silently thanking his lover as he slipped a few ice chips into his mouth. “How’s Josh?”
“He’s fine. She’s gonna keep him tonight, and she said she’d bring him by in the morning.”
“Which costume did he go with?”
“Tigger,” McGee said, patting his partner on the shoulder comfortingly when he groaned. “Maybe he’ll go for Superman next year.”
“Tigger… you hear that, Abs? I buy my son a Superman costume and he goes for Tigger… don’t give these two a choice.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Abby responded, giggling quietly.
“I know you’re crushed over that, T, but I have some good news for you if you’re interested.”
“Depends on your definition of ‘good’, McGee,” the older man responded, eyeing his partner warily.
“Doctor Simmons just checked in. She’s only another thirty minutes out. You’ll be done before you know it.”
“Not soon enough,” he groaned, offering Abby a sheepish smile. “Nothin’ personal.”
“I kinda figured,” she responded, leaning over to brush her lips against his forehead gently. “I’m gonna go give J a call, let him know the situation. I’ll be out in the waiting room if you need me.”
The Italian nodded, though he reached out, gripping her hand when she pulled away. “Abby, listen… I… You should be back there… when they’re born, I mean.”
“Will they let me? I didn’t know if you’d be able to have more than person with you during a C-Section.”
“Tim and I already talked it over,” he said quietly, glancing over at his partner for confirmation. “They’re… they’re your babies, you should be there when they’re born.”
She could feel the lump forming in her throat as a fresh round of tears stung her eyes. She’d been hoping, of course, that she’d be able to see the birth of her children, though she hadn’t been able to bring the subject up to her friend.
Though she’d been overbearing in the beginning of the pregnancy, she’d quickly backed off, not wanting to give Tony any additional reasons to regret his decision to carry a child for her, especially after finding out about the twins. It hadn’t been easy, not being included in the majority of the doctor’s appointments or missing out on the different stages of the pregnancy, though she knew smothering the Italian wouldn’t have accomplished anything.
Instead, she’d faded into the background, allowing her friends to handle the surrogate pregnancy in any way that was easiest for them, even if it didn’t include her.
“I would… I would like that. A lot.”
“Good,” Tony said as he sank back against the pillows, closing his eyes momentarily.
“We’ll let you know when Dr. Simmons gets here,” McGee said quietly, smiling as his partner shifted on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position. “Shouldn’t be too much longer. You sure you’re ready?” He asked playfully.
“More than you’ll ever know,” the Goth responded, forcing a smile as she backed out of the room slowly, closing the door behind her.
::::::
“I thought… you said she’d be here a half an hour ago?” Tony managed, his face contorting as he felt another contraction starting. He’d been at this for what felt like hours and now, with the contractions progressing rapidly, becoming more painful with every minute that passed, he wasn’t sure he was going to last much longer.
“I know, T. There was apparently an accident on the highway, but it shouldn’t be much longer.”
The older man opened his mouth to retort, though the only sound that escaped him was a strangled cry. His entire body tensed as a particularly painful contraction ripped through him. Gripping the sheets with both hands, he held on for all he was worth until the worst of it finally began to pass, leaving him completely and utterly exhausted.
“That was a bad one,” McGee observed, his face turned down in a sympathetic frown as he wiped the sweat off of his lover’s forehead.
“Ya think, McGee?” He spat, closing his eyes against the sting of tears. “You have to go find out how much longer,” he pleaded, his voice cracking just slightly.
“Okay,” the younger man agreed, leaning down to peck his lips gently. “I’m so proud of you, T. You’re doing so great. I’ll go see if I can get an update on Dr. Simmons’ status.”
Squeezing Tony’s hand reassuringly, McGee turned away and hurried for the door, stopping when the petite doctor rounded the corner, an apologetic smile on her face.
“We’re a little early again!” She said by way of greeting. “How’s my favorite patient?”
“Not so patient. Was just coming to get an update.”
“No need. I’m here now,” Dr. Simmons said, brushing past him as she stepped into the room. “Sorry I’m a little late for the party, Tony. How are you feeling?” She asked.
“Like I’m going to die if you don’t hurry up and get them out,” he moaned.
“I see what you mean,” she said to McGee, the faintest hint of a smile on her lips. “I’m going to do a quick examination to make sure we’re good to go, then we’ll get you prepped and ready. If everything goes right, I think you’ll be meeting these little ones before the night is out.”
“God, I hope so.”
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Abby took a deep breath as she paced the length of the private waiting room she was in, twisting the remote control to the TV in her hands nervously. She hadn’t heard anything from McGee regarding Tony or the babies, and the longer she waited, the more anxious she became.
Stopping under the TV that was hanging in the corner of the room, she glanced up and hit the button the remote a few times, watching absently as the channels changed. Dropping the controller onto the table, she began pacing again, perking up immediately when she heard the familiar voice calling her name.
“Abs?”
“Oh, thank God you’re here,” she muttered, crossing the room quickly before she threw herself into his arms.
“Any word yet?”
“No,” she responded, her voice muffled by his shoulder. “They were still waiting for the doctor and I don’t know how much longer it’ll be, but he didn’t look good, J, and I’m worried about him!”
“I’m sure everything’s gonna be fine,” he said quietly, rubbing her back gently.
She said nothing as she closed her eyes and breathed in his scent, taking comfort in the feeling of the strong arms wrapped around her body.
“I like your costume,” he muttered, chuckling quietly when he felt her relax against him. “Raggedy Ann?”
“Pippi Longstocking,” she responded, pulling away to glance up at him.
“Ah… Red’s a good color on you,” he said, tugging on her pigtails gently.
“Don’t go getting any ideas,” she warned, dropping her head back to his shoulder. “He’s gonna hate me when this is all over with.”
“He won’t.”
“You don’t know that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper when McGee suddenly entered the room. “Oh God, Timmy! How is he!”
“They’re prepping him now. His doctor’s waiting for you so you can scrub in.”
“Are you sure you don’t wanna be with him? I"“
He offered her a reassuring grin. “I don’t be silly. I know you’ll take good care of him, and besides, they’re your babies. You should be in there.”
Pulling away from her lover, she wrapped her arms around McGee, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you. You know that. Now go on. You make him wait any longer and he might murder you after all,” he teased.
Nodding, she pulled away, turning back to Gibbs.
“Go on,” the older man said, nodding to the doorway. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Okay,” she responded, pecking his lips gently before she hurried out of the waiting room.
::::::
“Oh my God… Tony, they’re beautiful!” Abby gushed, watching from her friend’s side as they cleaned up her daughters. “You can probably see them from"“
“I don’t wanna see ‘em,” he muttered, dropping the Goth’s hand. Closing his eyes, he made a feeble attempt at blocking out the sounds of the twins’ cries, his chest tightening uncomfortably when it failed.
“What? Why not?”
“I just… I don’t want to.”
The woman fell silent, mentally cursing herself as she noticed the pained look on her Italian’s face. “Oh, Tony…”
“I’m sorry,” he managed, swallowing hard. “I just… can’t right now.”
“Okay,” she conceded, leaning over to kiss his forehead gently, forcing a smile.
Turning back to the nurses currently fussing over the twin girls, Dr. Simmons spoke quietly before she turned back to the Goth woman currently trying to comfort her patient. “Abby, I’m going to have the nurses take the babies down to the nursery. I thought you might like to have Agent Gibbs with you when you"“
“Absolutely,” Abby responded with a nod, reaching for Tony’s hand again.
“Go on, Abs,” Tony said quietly. “Go be with your babies.”
“Tony, I can’t"“
“Go ahead. I’m fine. It’s all over now,” the Italian said quietly, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“Are you sure?”
“Go,” Tony repeated.
“I’ll send McGee in,” she promised, leaning over to peck his forehead again.
“Actually, we’ll have a nurse go out to get Tim after I finished getting Tony patched up and moved to another room,” Dr. Simmons said, sensing the older man’s hesitation. “Congratulations, Abby. They really are beautiful babies.”
“Thank you so much for all of your help,” Abby said, her eyes filling with tears before she turned back to her friend. “And you… I love you, Anthony DiNozzo. Can’t thank you enough for this.”
Forcing a smile for the woman’s sake, Tony nodded to the door. “Go on. I know you’re dying to go hold them.”
Watching as she hurried out of the room, Tony closed his eyes again, trying to ignore the stinging of tears as Dr. Simmons continued with her ministrations.
It wasn’t long before the doctor finished and as soon as she was done, she pushed herself to her feet, moving around to the head of the bed. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine,” he responded, though he didn’t even have the energy to force a smile.
She patted his shoulder gently, offering a sympathetic smile. “We’ll get you moved to another room in just a minute. You want me to have Tim come in and wait with you?”
Swallowing hard again, Tony shook his head weakly. “I need… to be alone for a minute, I think.”
“You take as long as you want, sweetheart. Whenever you’re ready, just say the word.”
“Thank you… for everything.”
Squeezing his shoulder lightly, she released a quiet sigh when she turned away, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
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It was nearly an hour later when Dr. Simmons made her way into the waiting room, the slightest hint of a frown on her face as she spotted McGee. He was slumped against the far wall, his eyes closed, though she knew he wasn’t asleep.
“Tim.”
Her voice was quiet though he started immediately, his eyes wide as he pushed himself to his feet. “Is he okay?”
“He’s fine.”
“Then what the hell took so long? Abby came out here over an hour ago and no one has been out here to tell me anything except he’s being moved and"“
“He needed some time.”
“What’s going on?”
“This wasn’t easy on him. He made out wonderfully during the C-Section, but this whole situation is going to be a huge adjustment for him. He needed a chance to deal with that.”
“And now?”
“Now I think he’s ready to see you.”
Swallowing hard, McGee nodded, wiping his hands nervously against his pants. “He’s really… okay?”
“I think he will be. It’s going to take some time, but he’s got a good support system from what I’ve seen,” Dr. Simmons said, offering the agent a reassuring smile.
“And the… the babies?”
“They’re perfect. Beautiful children.”
Releasing a relieved sigh, McGee followed after Dr. Simmons, anxious to see his lover for himself. He’d had an awful feeling that the birth was going to be difficult on his Italian, though having his suspicions confirmed wasn’t easy.
He didn’t waste any time getting to Tony’s side as he stepped into his lover’s recovery room, his eyes immediately filling with tears at the despondent look on the older man’s face. “Tony?”
“Hey,” he replied quietly, the small smile he gave to his partner not quite reaching his eyes.
“You alright?” McGee asked, watching him carefully. “The doctor said you wanted some time alone.”
He nodded, looking everywhere expect at the younger man’s blue eyes. “You see the twins?”
“No, not yet. Wanted to see you first.”
He hung his head, his fingers playing with the edge of the blanket absently. “I… I couldn’t do it, Tim. I couldn’t stand to see them.”
“And that’s okay,” McGee responded quietly, reaching over to grasp Tony’s hand gently. “No one expected this to be easy for you, T.”
“I thought…” he trailed off, swallowing hard. “I thought it would be. I didn’t want anymore kids, Timmy. I was the perfect person to do this for her, and now… I couldn’t look at them. Even just hearing them cry… We aren’t gonna get that again.”
“Tony…”
“I asked,” he said, unable to look at his lover. “The chances of us doing this again… She told me that... that if we’d consulted her about the surrogacy, she would have advised against it. My age, the fact I’m a male… Probably shouldn’t have been able to do it this time either.”
McGee said nothing as he squeezed Tony’s hand before he sank down into the chair beside the bed.
“I shouldn’t have told you ‘no’. I’m so sorry, Timmy. God, I’m so sorry.”
“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, Tony. You hear me? Nothing.”
The Italian fell silent, tears stinging his eyes as he turned his head away from the younger man. “I’m… I’m not feelin’ so good. Think I’m gonna try to get some rest.”
“That’s probably a good idea,” McGee said quietly, pressing a kiss to his lover’s hand.
Shifting ever so slightly on the bed, Tony allowed his eyes to flutter closed, a soft sigh escaping him as he tried to push the thoughts out of his mind.
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Jerking awake, a quiet gasp escaped Tony as he forced his tired eyes open. His entire body ached and he felt completely and utterly exhausted. Blinking slightly in the dim light, he glanced over, surprised to find Abby at his bedside instead of his lover.
“Hey, momma,” he greeted quietly, his voice hoarse.
“Hey there, sleepyhead,” she responded, a slight smile on her face. “How ya feelin’?”
“Like I was hit by a truck,” he responded, groaning quietly as he shifted on the bed. “Where’s Timmy?”
“Your baby boy apparently woke up and freaked out because he wasn’t in his cool kid race car bed. Timmy went to go pick him up.”
A quiet snort escaped the Italian, though he immediately regretted it when a stabbing pain shot through his stomach.
Abby was on her feet immediately, clasping Tony’s hand in hers. “Are you okay?”
“Just remind me not to laugh,” he managed, wincing when he shifted again. “Where’s Gibbs?”
“Waiting room. I told him to go home and get some rest, but he’s not leavin’ tonight,” she responded. Chewing lightly on her bottom lip, she averted her eyes for a moment as she played with his long fingers. “T, can I ask you somethin’?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Are you… Are you really okay?”
Lifting her eyes, she watched as he swallowed hard, his nose twitching slightly as unshed tears began to pool behind his eyes.
“I don’t think so,” he responded quietly, his voice hitching just slightly. “Are they… are they okay?”
“They’re perfect,” she said. “I never… I forgot how weird it was holding a newborn, but it just… it feels so right. I’ve never felt so…” She trailed off at the sight of a single tear sliding down his tanned cheek. “Oh, T.”
Climbing onto the bed beside him, the Goth turned on her side, pressing herself against him gently. Still gripping his hand in hers, she linked their fingers, resting their hands on his chest. She could feel him trembling beside her, soft whimpers escaping him as he tried to get his emotions under control.
“Didn’t mean… to fall in love with them, Abby. I never… I never thought it would be this hard but I just know if I see them… I don’t know… I don’t think…”
“Whenever you’re ready, Tonyboy,” she said quietly, silent tears rolling down her own cheeks.
“I n-need to know you understand… that you aren’t… gonna be mad at me if I can’t… if I can’t be around them for awhile.”
“Whatever you need, T,” she said after a moment of silence, cursing as her voice wavered slightly. “I’m here for you. J and Timmy are too. You’re not alone in this.”
He nodded, not trusting his voice as he sank back against the pillows, closing his eyes as a quiet sob threatened to escape. Glancing up at him, she pressed a gently kiss to his cheek, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
“Wish I could believe you,” he said quietly, his voice cracking. “But I just don’t know this time.”
Chapter End Notes:
A/N: Okay! I'm so sorry that this chap took me so long to post! I'm going to blame it on the freakin' snow storm that has practically paralyzed my city, plus working daywork. For whatever reason, getting up at 0550 makes me more tired than when I work the midnight shift, so needless to say, I've been a little lazy! Anyway, thank you so much to those of you who reviewed after the last chapter! You guys are the reason I keep going! A huge thank you to my Cali Kelley for all her help with this chapter! You're the best, girly!
Now, for a little warning: The end of this chapter is a little angsty, and it might seem like Tony and McGee are destined to be miserable forever, but I swear, I have a plan and everything is going to work out in the end! You just have to believe that! Anyway, don't forget: Tony loves reviews more than painkillers and Superman.
Now, for a little warning: The end of this chapter is a little angsty, and it might seem like Tony and McGee are destined to be miserable forever, but I swear, I have a plan and everything is going to work out in the end! You just have to believe that! Anyway, don't forget: Tony loves reviews more than painkillers and Superman.