fic_variations | To Make You Feel My Love (Tony DiNozzo Fic 1, May '08) (Reply)

Title: To Make You Feel My Love
Author: Sara (

callmedirk)
Rating: G
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Love/Hate, Time/Tony DiNozzo
Word Count: 593
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None, really.
Author's Notes: Hannah and Emily Chandler are my own characters, from my Reasons Why 'verse. Please do not use without permission. This fic lovingly read through by my dear

brightillusions. *g*

If there was anything Tony DiNozzo loved more than movie trivia, it was Hannah Chandler. He literally loved everything about the woman, and he had since as far back as he chose to think about.

If he thought about it long enough, Tony could probably pinpoint exactly when he fell in love with her. Hannah's mother Emily liked to joke that he'd been in love with her daughter for 22 years, and Tony never argued that.

It had all started the fall of their sophomore year at Ohio State, and Tony has had what turned out to be the good fortune of bumping into Hannah on campus and knocking her to the ground. Horrified, he'd helped her up and they ended up chatting easily as he walked her to the office of the campus newspaper. It was in those first few moments that Tony knew there was something special between them. Hannah always said that her front page interview with him that resulted from that first meeting had triggered something in her and had turned her career choice up a notch, making her thank him constantly.

He wondered why she thanked him for anything. It was he who should be thankful—thankful for her simply being in his life. She'd helped him through every job change, through the infamous plague incident, and she'd dealt with his sudden moodiness when Gibbs had been blown up, then left him in charge of the team.

Tony thought back to that time, which really hadn't been that long ago—and he wondered how Hannah had even dealt with him, let alone loved him as much as she did. Even when he'd snapped at her, she'd never complained. She'd kiss his cheek, squeeze his shoulder, and leave him alone. She always seemed to know what he needed, and again, for as long as he could remember, it had always been that way.

He loved her; there was no doubt about it. He loved with way she smiled, and the way her gray eyes twinkled when they traded movie quotes. He loved the way she would kiss the tip of his nose every night before they went to sleep, and he'd loved that part of his day since college.

He loved when she wore her hair up so he could tug the jeweled pins out and make her laugh, and he loved when she wore a short skirt so he could make a cheeky comment about her legs. He loved that she had bonded with his co-workers, despite the fact he knew she was in cahoots with Abby on several occasions—which scared him sometimes.

Most of all, he loved that Hannah loved him unconditionally. He realized she always had—it had never been any different. From that first moment, she had always been there, from good times to bad, from celebrations to disappointments. She'd never judged, never wavered, and her love never faltered. Even in the face of the hardest times between them, she'd stayed steady.

Hannah was the love of his life, and there was no doubt in his mind about that. For the first time in his own life, he was confident he was loved, and he was confident in his own ability to show and give love back. The diamond ring in his pocket was proof positive of that, and he had every intention to make the love last forever—even though he often felt he'd already been loved forever and a day. Now it was her turn, and he was ready to give back.