I ran out of people wanting to prompt me, so this comes from the numerous people requesting more of ‘That’s My Girl.’Warnings:
Refers to character death, etc; things that happened on Buffy.Disclaimer:
Don’t own or claim rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer or NCIS~~~~~
“They didn’t tell you, did they?” Buffy asked. They were her first words to him.
“No,” Gibbs sighed heavily. “I called them when I didn’t hear from you, but they kept putting me off. It’s strange, but I kept hearing you in the background, but it didn’t really seem like you. What they hell went on?”
“I died,” Buffy admitted, “again.”
Gibbs shuddered then pushed all his horror and pain down into a small corner. “What happened?” he whispered hoarsely.
“I died,” Buffy repeated simply. “There was this whole thing with a hell-goddess, and Dawn’s blood and stuff, and the only way to stop hell on Earth, literally, was to … jump. Well, I could have pushed Dawn off so she died instead, but…”
Gibbs gasped. “God! Buffy, if I could have helped in any way –”
“You would have,” Buffy completed. “I know you, Gibbs; I know you better than any of the exes. When they brought me back, and I saw Dawn still there, being looked after by the others, I knew they hadn’t told you squat.”
“I’m not even sure I want to know, princess, but brought you back…?”
“Heaven,” Buffy whispered reverently.
There was a choked sob on the line. “Oh, sweetheart. I’ll come out. You need time, you need, hell, so much.”
“No,” Buffy returned firmly. “No, I don’t want you to come out here. I’m going to go to you, stay there for a few weeks; that’s okay, isn’t it?”
“You can move
here,” Gibbs assured her, “you and Dawn, both.”
Buffy nodded, even though she knew he couldn’t see her. “I’ll think about it.”
“Either way, you’re getting help,” Gibbs added. “I don’t know what the hell happened, Buffy, but you’ve got to be well past the line of PTSD. You’re getting help here, and you’ll get help there, too, if you go back.”
Buffy squeezed her eyes shut, but tears leaked out anyway. “Gibbs –”
“No arguments, sweetheart. You’re getting help. Hell, the lot of you should be in counselling,” he added bitterly. “Don’t know how we’re going to manage it, but I’m going to do my best to swing it. The United States Marines don’t work our people half as hard as you lot get worked, and we order counselling for people on the edge. You need it, princess; you know you do.”
Buffy cleared her throat. “I hate to ask…”
Gibbs smiled. “Don’t worry about it; I’ll book the tickets myself.”
“Thanks,” Buffy whispered. They spoke for a few minutes more then she hung up. She sagged to the floor, and let herself cry for a while before cleaning herself up. He was right, of course, and they all
needed help. But just the thought of being held by him again, of being in his house, and being his princess … all of a sudden life looked bearable again.