Ashleigh Anpilova


A sequel to Bizarre Behavior.

All is revealed.

An established relationship story.

Written: June 2007. Word count: 578.



"No!" Jethro woke up with a start. His breathing was labored; sweat poured from his body and face; his throat felt like sandpaper, and he was shaking violently.


"Jethro, my dear, what is it?" Ducky also sat up; the deep concern in his voice was clear.


"Duck?" Jethro put the bedside light on and looked at his lover. "It's you. Oh, thank God, it's you. Oh, Ducky."


"Of course it's me, dearest. Who else were you expecting it to be? Jethro, what -"


Jethro pulled Ducky into his arms and kissed him desperately. "Oh, Duck," he murmured, pulling his lover even nearer. "Oh, Duck. Oh, Duck. Oh, Duck."


"Jethro, please. Tell me. What is wrong?"


"I'd never do it, Duck. I couldn't. I wouldn't. It's impossible."


"What is, my dear?"


"I'm so sorry, Duck."


"For what, Jethro. Tell me." Ducky's tone changed slightly. It became firm and strict, and he pulled himself back a little in order to look at Jethro.


It worked. "I left you, Duck. I dreamed I left you. I left you. I left you. I left you for . . . DiNozzo."


Ducky's eyes widened. "Is there something you haven't told me, dearest?" he said, trying to keep the amusement from his voice and his face.




"I'm sorry, my dear. But Anthony?"


"Yeah. I know. God, I'd never be that desperate."

"Jethro." Ducky spoke sharply. "That is a unfair. Anthony is a very nice young man."


"He's okay, I guess. But he's not my type. You know that, Duck, don't you? I mean I know that you've told me before now that sometimes dreams can be whatsits. But this isn't. It isn't. I'd never . . . You do know that, don't you?"


"Of course I do, my dear," Ducky said placidly. "Now why do you not tell me about this dream of yours."


"More like a nightmare. I told you I was sorry for hurting you, and I was, I really was. But I was in love, really in love with him, and was going to live with him." Jethro shuddered at the memory.


"And what did I say or do?"


"Told me to get out. Get out of your house. Your life. And I did."


"Just like that?"


"Yeah. Left you. Left all my things. Left my boat. Left everything and went to him. God, Ducky, how could I have done that?" Jethro pulled Ducky back against him, and held him tightly.


Ducky snuggled into the embrace happily and began to stroke Jethro's body, his caresses sure, slow, gentle, loving; exactly the way Jethro liked to be touched. As he did, he moved his head a little and claimed Jethro's lips with his own mouth.


Forty minutes later Jethro settled down, with Ducky still in his arms, sated and loved into sleepiness. He was certain that his dreams would now be good ones. "Night, Duck," he murmured, burying his lips and nose in Ducky's sweet smelling hair.


"Goodnight, dearest. Oh, and Jethro."




"If you really believed that I would let you go to Anthony so easily, you are sorely mistaken. Do not forget that I am a surgeon. I am certain that to be an adequate lover for you, there are one or two essential items that Anthony would need. Now, goodnight, my dear."


And with those final words and a chaste kiss, Ducky closed his eyes and went back to sleep; a small smile of contentment on his face.



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