Chapter 30: Old Blackmail
Chapter 30: Old Blackmail
A/N: This is really short – compared to other chapters, but there really isn’t much to cover here. It’s mostly filler.
Warning: I don’t know; maybe language and innuendo somewhere along the way.
Challenge: #4472 ‘Bunny is my what?’
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The three generations of Gibbses quickly had the food warmed up and ready for munching, then settled down to eat. To the middle Gibbs’ – Jethro’s – dismay, Jackson and Buffy passed the time by telling stories about him. Buffy basically just had the one where she tossed him around on the mat her first day with him. She kindly left out that he was extra-snarky to her, guessing that Dada Jack would be very unhappy about it.
But Jackson…Jackson had 20+ years of stories and he wasn’t hesitant about sharing any of them…beginning with when he was cutting his first tooth and wouldn’t stop crying. Jackson’s family had the old home remedy of rubbing whiskey on his gums. Unfortunately, Jackson didn’t know that you had to be careful about how much you used and manage to get Baby Gibbs drunk.
Buffy gasped out while she was laughing, “So that’s
why you’re such a big fan of bourbon, Papa Bear! Now it all makes sense.”
“Keep on laughing, baby girl. I heard about a certain Cave-Buffy incident?” Gibbs teased back, inwardly thanking Anya for the ammunition.
Her eyes widened in horror at his implied threat. “You wouldn’t! Who told you about that?”
Gibbs just shook his head. “Gotta protect my sources, you should know that by now.” He went on to share the story with his dad, who howled in laughter until he heard why
Buffy was drinking with those boys in the first place. The look he shared with his son would have scared Angelus away from their baby girl. Parker wouldn’t stand a chance if they ever came across him.
Sensing the need to steer conversation back to a safer topic, Jackson recounted a fishing trip they took one year. Apparently Jethro had been having the worst luck all week; not so much as a nibble, when his line finally went tight. However, when he reeled in his hard-fought catch, all that remained on the hook was the fish’s eye…just one eye.
Jackson offered the young angler $5 – a lot in those days – if he could catch the rest of the fish before they went home. So for the next three days, Jethro spent all his waking hours – and a couple sleeping ones – with his line in the water, trying to catch that damn fish. He managed to haul in quite a few others, but no luck with that one. It didn’t even occur to the boy to rip an eye out of a different fish and claim it was the right one.
Both Jackson and Buffy were torn between pride and amusement on that story, though amusement won out in the end.
By that point, the food was on the table and they were enjoying their lunch. Which reminded Jackson of yet another story about Jethro’s childhood. Seems he had this crush on the school cafeteria lady and would ask her for extra mashed potatoes so he could sculpt something for her. Kind soul that she was, she gave it to him, but insisted that when he was done, he would have to eat all of it. When his crush was over at the end of the year, he had eaten so many mashed potatoes, he didn’t touch another bite for four years.
Buffy shuddered as she remembered the mind reading incident. “Good thing it wasn’t our lunch lady. First, I’d have to wonder about your taste in women. Second, she would have poisoned you with her Mulligan stew.”
“My goodness, child, you have an endless supply of these stories, don’t you?” Jackson asked.
She shrugged casually. “Eh, not endless, but probably enough to keep us going for a few dinners. So, tell me another story about Papa Bear,” she demanded with an evil gleam in her eyes.
Jackson thought for a moment, then began, “Well, there’s the time he told the priest at the church that maybe he shouldn’t be partaking of Christ’s blood so often. He even used those words: ‘partaking of Christ’s blood’. Jethro was right; the man was drunk half the time, but most of us were too kind to put it so bluntly. On the other hand, he did lay off after that, so maybe Jethro was right.”
Remembering something she had thought about before, Buffy inquired. “Were you happy he joined the Marines?”
“Yes and no.” Jackson ignored Gibbs’ shocked expression to explain, “I was worried he was doing it for the wrong reasons, and I would have liked for him to follow in my footsteps…joined the Air Force – or in my day, the Army Air Corps. Those things aside though, I was proud he didn’t wait to be forced into service like some of the boys in town,” he finished, the disdain in his voice clear to the other two.
Smiling fondly, Gibbs cut in at that point, “It’s how I spoke to your mother for the first time. I had seen her around several times, but never talked before the day I got on the train to go to basic training. We sat and talked the whole time until the train arrived, then promised to keep in touch. She’s who gave me the idea for my rules of living.”
“Yeah, me too,” Buffy agreed sadly. “Course, I didn’t really appreciate those rules until it was too late to tell her. Or almost too late. We managed to find common ground during the early days of her illness. I hope it would have continued if she lived.”
“I’m sure it would have, baby girl.” Deciding to move away from the painful subject, Gibbs thought of a way to get even with his dad for the earlier stories. “Which reminds me…I have a story from when your grandfather first laid eyes on you.”
“Oh really? Did he cry or something?” Buffy asked, seeing the smile in her dad’s eyes.
“Both, actually. First he exclaimed loudly, ‘That’s a girl!’” When Buffy looked at him blankly, he explained, “See, we had been expecting a boy because that’s what the doctors told us to expect. Your room was painted for a boy; you had boy clothes; you even had a baseball glove waiting for you at home. Dada Jack had a football in his hands to give to you in the hospital.”
Buffy chewed on her lower lip before asking, “So you were pretty disappointed, huh?”
“For about as long as it took for you to open your eyes and look up at me, darling,” Jackson answered. “That’s when I started crying. In that second, I forgot ever wanting a grandson and was so thrilled that I had you in my arms.”
She stood up and threw herself into his arms again, crying out, “Oh, Dada Jack!”
When they regained control of themselves again, they cleared the table and took their dessert to the living room to enjoy in front of the fire. There, Jackson lightened the mood again by telling how Jethro decided to make his granny’s Mississippi Mud Pie one year… Of course, being six at the time, he thought he needed to use real river mud mixed into the filling. The only one who ate their whole piece was his granny. She claimed that a little mud never hurt no-one, and it’d be wrong to make the boy feel bad on his first attempt.
Buffy laughed, saying that great-granny should be happy she never had to deal with the Dawn creations. The foods her sister came up with would make that mud pie look delicious. Like the week where Dawn insisted on having salsa on everything she ate – even her mint chocolate ice cream.
That opened the door to Buffy sharing the lighter moments of her life in LA and Sunnydale. They continued talking through dinner – which consisted of sandwich leftovers – and into the late hours of the night. Instead of trying to find a place in town, Jackson insisted they stay with him for the remainder of their visit.
Gibbs and Buffy were looking forward to more time with Jackson, but unfortunately were called back to DC on a case two days later. Little did they know Jackson would be the next one to take a trip to them
A/N: Thanks to the following people who gave me ideas/inspiration for stories – Fierynightangel, Goddess-Vampire, naraic, dreameralways, RebeccaAshling, clarityfades. Sorry if I missed anyone. Sadly, the fishing story was true and happened to yours truly. Never caught the damn thing either.
A/N2: Next… The holiday curse holds true…kind of.