FIC: Helpless - Willow/NCIS - tth100
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lyl_devilTitle: Helpless (Willow/NCIS)
Author: Lyl (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lyl_devil)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't claim any rights to either show. I just like to play in their sandboxes occasionally.
Prompt table -> HERE
Prompt – 011: Night
Words: 376
Summary: She wasn't used to sitting on the sidelines.
Spoilers: SWAK
Notes: We're now into actual episodes – SWAK (Sealed With A Kiss) in this case. I'll try to keep everything clear for those who haven't seen the episodes, but tell me if I'm skipping something important.
~!~
Willow looked around the empty office, and felt alone and scared. It was a feeling she hadn't felt in years, but couldn't help it. Her uncle was the recipient of a biological attack – at NCIS headquarters, no less – could potentially die, and she had no way to talk to him. No way to find out if he was safe or infected or just raging mad. She hoped it was option one, prayed it wasn't option two, and knew instinctively that no matter what, he was certainly option three.
Still, she wanted to talk to him. She wanted to reassure herself that he was okay and alive, and would stay that way. After so long with Buffy, saving the world from demons and the like, she wasn't used to sitting on the side lines.
Everyone else had gone home hours ago, shortly after they'd been let back into the building, but Willow had stayed. How could she go back to the house she shared with Gibbs, when he wasn't there? When he was here, possibly dying from the stupid plague?!
She wanted to do something – anything – yet was helpless in this kind of situation. Willow didn't like it, but she didn't have a role to play this time. Sitting around, staring into the dark corners of the IT room, wasn't helpful either.
Pulling out her cell phone, Willow turned it on and scrolled through the numbers, looking for one in particular. She hesitated for less than a second before pressing the button that would connect her.
It rang less than once before it was answered by an anxious voice.
“Willow, my God, are you OK?” he asked by way of greeting.
“Yeah...Why wouldn't I be?” she asked him, confused.
“It's all over the news. Something about an attack at the Washington Navy Yard....You weren't answering your phone!” he said accusingly, “I was this close to getting the next plane to Washington!”
Willow felt herself smile at that, feeling her heart swell a little.
“You'd do that? Fly across the country just for me?”
“In a heartbeat.”
That was her best friend. That was Xander.
And with only a hint of a wobble in her voice, began to describe her day of Hell.
END
Author: Lyl (
lyl_devil)Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't claim any rights to either show. I just like to play in their sandboxes occasionally.
Prompt table -> HERE
Prompt – 011: Night
Words: 376
Summary: She wasn't used to sitting on the sidelines.
Spoilers: SWAK
Notes: We're now into actual episodes – SWAK (Sealed With A Kiss) in this case. I'll try to keep everything clear for those who haven't seen the episodes, but tell me if I'm skipping something important.
~!~
Willow looked around the empty office, and felt alone and scared. It was a feeling she hadn't felt in years, but couldn't help it. Her uncle was the recipient of a biological attack – at NCIS headquarters, no less – could potentially die, and she had no way to talk to him. No way to find out if he was safe or infected or just raging mad. She hoped it was option one, prayed it wasn't option two, and knew instinctively that no matter what, he was certainly option three.
Still, she wanted to talk to him. She wanted to reassure herself that he was okay and alive, and would stay that way. After so long with Buffy, saving the world from demons and the like, she wasn't used to sitting on the side lines.
Everyone else had gone home hours ago, shortly after they'd been let back into the building, but Willow had stayed. How could she go back to the house she shared with Gibbs, when he wasn't there? When he was here, possibly dying from the stupid plague?!
She wanted to do something – anything – yet was helpless in this kind of situation. Willow didn't like it, but she didn't have a role to play this time. Sitting around, staring into the dark corners of the IT room, wasn't helpful either.
Pulling out her cell phone, Willow turned it on and scrolled through the numbers, looking for one in particular. She hesitated for less than a second before pressing the button that would connect her.
It rang less than once before it was answered by an anxious voice.
“Willow, my God, are you OK?” he asked by way of greeting.
“Yeah...Why wouldn't I be?” she asked him, confused.
“It's all over the news. Something about an attack at the Washington Navy Yard....You weren't answering your phone!” he said accusingly, “I was this close to getting the next plane to Washington!”
Willow felt herself smile at that, feeling her heart swell a little.
“You'd do that? Fly across the country just for me?”
“In a heartbeat.”
That was her best friend. That was Xander.
And with only a hint of a wobble in her voice, began to describe her day of Hell.
END
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