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First in a new Crossover Verse: NCIS/X-Men
Hello, it's Mea!
After a long absence rena_lime and me decided to update this journal with whatever fics we had still lying around on our Computerharddrives.
So, I humbly present you the typical result of a Chat-session between us: a crossover between NCIS and the X-Verse. It isn't a cohesive story yet, more a collection of scenes loosely set in this universe.
Fandom: NCIS; Marvel X-Verse
Title: Learning to hide
Series: NCIS-X
Rating: PG-13
Category: Crossover, Angst.
Genre: Gen
Summary: One of Tony’s earliest memories is of his mother roughly holding his small hand and cutting his nails so short that it hurt. He didn’t understand why she did it until he realised that a normal human's fingernails weren’t supposed to be pointed and razor-sharp.
Special Notes: While this story is a crossover with the larger X-Men Universe, no characters from that will directly appear in this story. The story mostly borrows the concept of mutants and the general population's reaction to them. For now, Marvel-Characters are only mentioned by name and/or occupation.
Spoilers: None. Pre-series.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, Marvel et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Small (very small) references to child-neglect and child-abuse. Also xenophobic behaviour is mentioned. Lastly: the following work is unbetaed. There might be some mistakes.
Anthony DiNozzo was a planned child. His parents had decided that is was time for a kid. It was what was expected. The nursery was decorated months in advance by an expert, a nanny was employed and Mrs DiNozzo even stopped consuming alcohol when she began ‘to show’.
Everything was perfectly planned out and went according to those plans – until Anthony was born.
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One of Tony’s earliest memories is of his mother roughly holding his small hand and cutting his nails so short that it hurt. He didn’t understand why she did it until he realised that a normal human's fingernails weren’t supposed to be pointed and razor-sharp.
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When Tony was five he finally managed to convince his parents that he could have a pet-dog. His father only agreed because one of his acquaintances in the club had recently told him about the pure-breed dog he had acquired.
Tony loved his new companion. They understood each other. Tony took care of his animalistic friend with a responsibility that belied his age. They were happy together.
In his youthful naiveté Tony once told nanny how his friend had ‘told’ him about the moles in the garden and the rabbits and the female dog of the neighbour.
The next day the dog was gone. Tony asked after him once and only once. His cheek hurt for days afterwards. The nanny was gone too, but Tony didn’t care. He wanted his friend back.
Years later his stepmother brought cats. Tony never told anyone what they told him.
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Over the years Tony developed a phobia of doctors. His parents dragged him to various representatives of the medical profession before he ever reached puberty. Orthopaedists, oral surgeons, plastic surgeons – Tony knew what they did long before he could spell the job-titles.
Grade school was a nightmare for a child that nearly always had to wear braces of some kind or weird bandages and always had to sit on the sidelines when the other children played sports.
He vowed never to be a geek again the day he finally got rid of the last teeth-retainer when he was fourteen.
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Thanks to being damned to be a geek, Tony liked to read. He read well above his age-level but he made sure never to show it. He had learned long ago that it was bad to let people notice that you could do something special.
The first time Tony read about Mutants was when he was ten.
He kept the article. He still has it – somewhere.
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With twelve years, puberty hit. A bit early, but Tony had always been an early bloomer.
Suddenly girls weren’t so icky anymore and dreams at night were seriously weird and the mornings embarrassing.
He had always been able to smell it when his father or stepmother drunk alcohol – now he could suddenly do it from across the room. His teachers perfume made him sick and he was sent home with a note. He had trouble seeing in bright sunlight but he could read in near total darkness – which was cool because he didn’t need to hide the flashlight anymore.
Mr DiNozzo caught his son reading one night. When he banged the door open he first thought some animal was in his son’s room because two glowing eyes looked at him.
A month later Tony’s registration for the military school was completed. It was the last time father and son saw each other.
The same day Tony left, Mr DiNozzo went to his lawyer.
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School wasn’t hard for Tony, he was smart enough. But ever since he was twelve things he could do with his hands came easier to him. And he loved playing sports after years of being denied it – he was damn good at it, too.
Unexpectedly Tony found himself being popular. He found he liked it and did everything to stay in this position.
Normal kids didn’t read foreign classics in their original language, they liked movies instead. So Tony hid his books and studied movies. Normal kids were average and so Tony made sure never to show anyone that he could do something special. Normal kids teased those that were different and Tony knew only to well what kind of hypocrite that made him.
He hoped that if he could prove that he was normal his dad would talk to him again.
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Tony was in his last year of high school when he got a letter from his father with the application-papers for the University he was supposed to go to, in order to get a degree in business. He stared at the papers a long time before ripping them up.
The next day he talked to the coach about a possible sport-scholarship.
He might have made himself a hypocrite to please his dad, but Tony refused to deny anymore of himself for a man who would not even take his calls anymore.
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Tony had found a quote once: ‘live everyday as if it was your last’. It became his personal philosophy after he saw the news about a kid beaten to death for being a ‘Mutie’.
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The summer between high school and college Tony spent doing voluntary work for a search and rescue unit near one of the national-parks.
It scared the hell out of him how much he liked the wilderness. He made sure to become a city-boy.
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Watching the men and women work during the summer Tony had an epiphany about what he wanted to do with his life. He liked the thought of protecting others.
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During college, Tony was still part of the popular crowd. He liked it. He liked the easy comradeship with his team-mates even after he read this one article in National Geographic about pack-behaviour.
Tony also ignored it when people called him an animal for his dating-practice. He liked women just fine but he couldn’t change the fact that he had yet to find the one that truly held his interest. The one he would trust enough to tell his secret to.
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During the summer between first and second year of college, Tony spent several weeks near
He said that he wanted to make his own way. He didn’t tell them that he just wanted to be normal.
He was pretty sure the Professor knew anyway.
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Being a cop was great. He could use his instincts and senses and nobody thought it suspicious if he was careful. They would just say that he was a good cop.
He wasn’t careful enough in
Tony never let himself think about how much he missed the comradeship of his sports-team. He dated women instead.
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Leroy Jethro Gibbs scared the hell out of Tony at first. There was something about this man that smelled of coffee, wood and gun-oil that made one of the many suppressed instincts in Tony flare up and demand attention. Without knowing the man Tony trusted him – and that scared him more than anything else.
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By the time the joint case was over, Tony had given up his internal fight against instincts and just gone with the flow. Somehow they understood each other in a way, Tony would never have thought possible.
When Gibbs wanted him to come to DC work for the NCIS, Tony didn’t really think about it. He just agreed.
In DC he met Abby and Ducky and realised that one didn’t have to be normal to be accepted. It was a strange revelation and Tony shoved it into the back of his mind to deal with later. For now he was content that Gibbs was his Boss now.
Tony absolutely refuses to even think about giving the man the designation of Alpha. Even if some hidden corner of his mind wants to.
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Abby fascinated him in a way none of his various girlfriends and dates ever did. He didn’t see her as dating-material despite their various jokes on that matter. He just loved the way she was so totally not normal and still comfortable in her own skin.
He thoght that she might be the first person he could tell about his secret.
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In the end it was neither Gibbs nor Abby who first found out about Tony’s secret, but Ducky. Tony knew how thorough the medical check-ups at the government-agency could be. He tried to avoid them until Gibbs dragged him down to Ducky and demanded the ME to do it.
Thankfully Ducky took patient-confidentiality seriously, even if most of his patients were beyond caring. He might have voiced his opinion that Tony should tell Jethro, but that was all he did. That and somehow loosing any conclusive evidence of Tony’s special condition before it made its way into his file.
Tony wasn’t the only one who has seen the news-bites about Mutants.
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