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numb3rsflashficTitle: Coach
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie (implied)
Rating/Category: PG-13/Slash (mild enough to be ignored and considered Gen, if that’s your wish)
Word Count: 983 words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Where does Don disappear after work?
Notes/Warning: Incest implied, though mild enough that you can ignore it if you wish.
Written: April 25, 2007
“Hey, Don!” Megan called over to him as she pulled her jacket on. She indicated David and Colby with a cute little tilt of her head, though Don was smart enough to keep that observation to himself. “We’re going out for a drink. Join us?”
It was a Friday evening that followed a long week, and a drink would be welcome, but, Don checked his watch, it was already after six o’clock. He was going to be late if he didn’t haul ass, and since he was still trying to make a good impression, he couldn’t let that happen. “Sorry,” he told Megan as he grabbed his own jacket, “can’t tonight.”
Megan grinned. “Big date, huh?”
Don grinned back, wondering what Megan was say if she knew the truth. “Something like that. Rain check?”
“We’ll hold you to that,” David said.
“You’re buying, right?” Colby added.
“First round, anyway,” Don agreed as they headed for the bank of elevators. “Not sure I could afford to run a tab on you lushes.”
Megan laughed. “Now you sound like Charlie.”
“Yeah, except for how Charlie’s full of shit. The FBI probably pays him more than they do us.”
“Combined,” Colby lamented.
“That’s ‘cause he’s, like, this math rock star. He gets fan mail and everything,” David said.
Megan patted David’s arm. “Awww, don’t feel bad David. If you had hair like that, you’d get fan mail too.”
Colby rubbed his hand over David’s head. “I don’t know, I kinda like it. I’d send you fan mail.”
David gave Colby a gentle tap in the side with his fist. “Shut up, man.”
Don was still smiling when he pulled the SUV out of the parking lot.
*~*~*
“Dad wants to know why you haven’t been over for dinner this week. He’s worried you’re, uh, letting stuff fester, or something.”
Don started at Charlie’s voice and his foot slipped. He had a horrifying moment of wondering how much respect he’d lose if he ended up on his ass before he managed to get his feet under him again. “Jesus, Charlie!” He kept the curse low in deference to little pitchers and their big ears, but underscored it with a glare. It only made Don madder when Charlie just grinned.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”
“I’ve been busy,” Don said a little petulantly, ignoring Charlie’s apology.
“So I see.”
They spent a couple minutes in silence as they watched the kids skating up and down the ice, the ‘shoosh’ of their blades and the ‘thunk’ as their sticks made contact with the ice the only sounds as they concentrated on the drill Don had them running.
“How’d you know where I was, anyway?” Don twisted his head to look at Charlie, who just raised his eyebrows at him. “You’ve been going through my stuff again.”
Charlie smiled at the shared joke. “I figured you wouldn’t have left it on the counter if you didn’t want me to read it.”
Don snorted. “I expected you last practice.”
“I was here.” Charlie’s voice was soft. Don gave him a questioning look and Charlie indicated the bleachers. “Top row. I just watched.”
“Why didn’t you come down?”
Charlie shrugged. “Wasn’t sure you wanted me here.”
Don had, but some things were still difficult to say, to ask for. Don reached out and tugged on one of Charlie’s curls. “Wouldn’t have left the schedule out, if I didn’t.”
Which was apparently the right thing to say, because Charlie’s grin was blinding.
“You gonna tell the others?”
Don shrugged, pretended he hadn’t thought about it much. “Might invite them to the first game.”
“Next Saturday,” Charlie mused, then indicated the group of kids on the ice. “You think they’ll be ready?”
Don huffed a little laugh. “If I can keep Miguel from tripping himself up each time he swings the stick . . . .”
There was a ‘thud’ and a yell from somewhere on the ice, followed by a shriek.
“. . . and Sandy from sticking her brother every five minutes.”
Don skated out to the middle of the rink to separate the combatants. He got them sorted, made sure Sean wasn’t bleeding anywhere, then started them on another drill. When Don got back over to the sideline, Charlie was clapping his hands together to warm them up. Don smirked at him and Charlie flipped him the bird after a covert glance at the ice to make sure the kids were occupied.
Don leaned against the boards, almost shoulder to shoulder with Charlie, who stood on the other side. They watched the kids run the drill he’d set them up with, and once in a while Don would call out an instruction or encouragement, as the situation called for. He nudged Charlie’s shoulder without looking at him. “Maybe next time you can bring Dad. We’ll get pizza after.”
“Okay.”
Don didn’t need to see Charlie’s face to know he was smiling. It made Don smile, too. And because he was feeling good about things right then, he decided to needle Charlie, just a little bit. “You know, I could always use an assistant coach,” Don said as he pushed away from the boards.
As he skated into the middle of the group of kids Don heard Charlie’s worried voice behind him, “But, Don, I can’t skate! You know, basketball is really more my game. Or, or, you know, rock climbing.”
Don was still grinning as he went down to one knee so he could look into his kids’ faces, and called them over. They skated across the ice and gathered around him, cheeks rosy, eyes expectant. I’ll do my very best to make sure they’re ready by next Saturday, he thought. Just then Sandy wacked Sean with her stick and a scuffle broke out. Don tried to get up too fast to pull them apart; he slipped and ended up on his ass. On the sidelines, Charlie laughed.
The End
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie (implied)
Rating/Category: PG-13/Slash (mild enough to be ignored and considered Gen, if that’s your wish)
Word Count: 983 words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Where does Don disappear after work?
Notes/Warning: Incest implied, though mild enough that you can ignore it if you wish.
Written: April 25, 2007
“Hey, Don!” Megan called over to him as she pulled her jacket on. She indicated David and Colby with a cute little tilt of her head, though Don was smart enough to keep that observation to himself. “We’re going out for a drink. Join us?”
It was a Friday evening that followed a long week, and a drink would be welcome, but, Don checked his watch, it was already after six o’clock. He was going to be late if he didn’t haul ass, and since he was still trying to make a good impression, he couldn’t let that happen. “Sorry,” he told Megan as he grabbed his own jacket, “can’t tonight.”
Megan grinned. “Big date, huh?”
Don grinned back, wondering what Megan was say if she knew the truth. “Something like that. Rain check?”
“We’ll hold you to that,” David said.
“You’re buying, right?” Colby added.
“First round, anyway,” Don agreed as they headed for the bank of elevators. “Not sure I could afford to run a tab on you lushes.”
Megan laughed. “Now you sound like Charlie.”
“Yeah, except for how Charlie’s full of shit. The FBI probably pays him more than they do us.”
“Combined,” Colby lamented.
“That’s ‘cause he’s, like, this math rock star. He gets fan mail and everything,” David said.
Megan patted David’s arm. “Awww, don’t feel bad David. If you had hair like that, you’d get fan mail too.”
Colby rubbed his hand over David’s head. “I don’t know, I kinda like it. I’d send you fan mail.”
David gave Colby a gentle tap in the side with his fist. “Shut up, man.”
Don was still smiling when he pulled the SUV out of the parking lot.
“Dad wants to know why you haven’t been over for dinner this week. He’s worried you’re, uh, letting stuff fester, or something.”
Don started at Charlie’s voice and his foot slipped. He had a horrifying moment of wondering how much respect he’d lose if he ended up on his ass before he managed to get his feet under him again. “Jesus, Charlie!” He kept the curse low in deference to little pitchers and their big ears, but underscored it with a glare. It only made Don madder when Charlie just grinned.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”
“I’ve been busy,” Don said a little petulantly, ignoring Charlie’s apology.
“So I see.”
They spent a couple minutes in silence as they watched the kids skating up and down the ice, the ‘shoosh’ of their blades and the ‘thunk’ as their sticks made contact with the ice the only sounds as they concentrated on the drill Don had them running.
“How’d you know where I was, anyway?” Don twisted his head to look at Charlie, who just raised his eyebrows at him. “You’ve been going through my stuff again.”
Charlie smiled at the shared joke. “I figured you wouldn’t have left it on the counter if you didn’t want me to read it.”
Don snorted. “I expected you last practice.”
“I was here.” Charlie’s voice was soft. Don gave him a questioning look and Charlie indicated the bleachers. “Top row. I just watched.”
“Why didn’t you come down?”
Charlie shrugged. “Wasn’t sure you wanted me here.”
Don had, but some things were still difficult to say, to ask for. Don reached out and tugged on one of Charlie’s curls. “Wouldn’t have left the schedule out, if I didn’t.”
Which was apparently the right thing to say, because Charlie’s grin was blinding.
“You gonna tell the others?”
Don shrugged, pretended he hadn’t thought about it much. “Might invite them to the first game.”
“Next Saturday,” Charlie mused, then indicated the group of kids on the ice. “You think they’ll be ready?”
Don huffed a little laugh. “If I can keep Miguel from tripping himself up each time he swings the stick . . . .”
There was a ‘thud’ and a yell from somewhere on the ice, followed by a shriek.
“. . . and Sandy from sticking her brother every five minutes.”
Don skated out to the middle of the rink to separate the combatants. He got them sorted, made sure Sean wasn’t bleeding anywhere, then started them on another drill. When Don got back over to the sideline, Charlie was clapping his hands together to warm them up. Don smirked at him and Charlie flipped him the bird after a covert glance at the ice to make sure the kids were occupied.
Don leaned against the boards, almost shoulder to shoulder with Charlie, who stood on the other side. They watched the kids run the drill he’d set them up with, and once in a while Don would call out an instruction or encouragement, as the situation called for. He nudged Charlie’s shoulder without looking at him. “Maybe next time you can bring Dad. We’ll get pizza after.”
“Okay.”
Don didn’t need to see Charlie’s face to know he was smiling. It made Don smile, too. And because he was feeling good about things right then, he decided to needle Charlie, just a little bit. “You know, I could always use an assistant coach,” Don said as he pushed away from the boards.
As he skated into the middle of the group of kids Don heard Charlie’s worried voice behind him, “But, Don, I can’t skate! You know, basketball is really more my game. Or, or, you know, rock climbing.”
Don was still grinning as he went down to one knee so he could look into his kids’ faces, and called them over. They skated across the ice and gathered around him, cheeks rosy, eyes expectant. I’ll do my very best to make sure they’re ready by next Saturday, he thought. Just then Sandy wacked Sean with her stick and a scuffle broke out. Don tried to get up too fast to pull them apart; he slipped and ended up on his ass. On the sidelines, Charlie laughed.
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Date: 2007-04-25 07:52 pm (UTC)Great banter among the team members.
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Date: 2007-04-26 11:54 am (UTC)(There was really no place - or time *g* - for any overt show of D/C-ness, but I always presume they're together when I write something. It's my default. *g* But for those who don't have that default, the one or two hints I gave that they're together could be overlooked, or missed entirely.)