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numb3rsflashficTitle: A Bit of Fun
Pairing/Characters: Charlie, Don
Rating/Category: PG
Spoilers: Noisy Edge
Summary: Charlie doesn't want to let Don have the last word on who's better
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
"Tell me again how this is supposed to be fun?"
Charlie gave his brother a look that was intended to be admonishing, but only made him laugh.
"Relax, Chuck! You'll get the hang of it!" Don put his feet up on his coffee table, relaxing as Charlie stood in his living room, exasperated.
"The math should be helping me, but it's not!" Charlie exclaimed. "I've worked the angles, I know the mass and velocity from physics, yet..." he paused long enough to give the golf ball in front of him a tap with Don's putter then watched as it sailed past the electronic putt return, hopelessly wide. "I can't get that stupid little white ball into the hole!"
"Here, let me see that putter," Don said, rising and putting his hand out. Taking the golf club from his brother, he lined up in front of the next ball in the queue, adjusted his stance then tapped the ball. He watched as it gracefully rolled into the putting cup hole and was summarily ejected by the putt return mechanism. He intercepted the ball as it rolled to him and set up the next shot. "Nothing wrong with the club," he said, offering it to Charlie. "Come give it another try."
Charlie took the club begrudgingly. "I think I get why you think this is fun. It's one thing you do way better than I do."
"Oh, there are plenty of things I do better than you." Don chortled.
"Is that so?" Charlie asked, indignant.
"Sure, baseball..."
"I can play baseball."
"Basketball..."
"I kick ass at basketball."
"Hockey..."
"I do fine on the ice."
Each time Charlie interrupted him Don lost a bit more patience. Finally he pulled his gun from his holster, popped the clip out in full view of his brother, reloaded the gun, cocked it and then went through the process to reholster it, every motion smooth and perfectly practiced.
"You were saying?" he said smugly as he sat back down on the couch.
Charlie made a sour face, mocking his brother's self-importance.
"Fine, you can have golf," he said stiffly, "but you have to admit I'm the superior snowboarder."
"But I don't snowboard!" Don protested, laughing.
"And I," Charlie said, handing Don the putter. "I no longer golf."
He strolled out to the kitchen, leaving Don flabbergasted behind him.
"You can't quit! That means I'll be the one stuck playing with Dad all the time!"
Charlie popped his head out of the kitchen for a moment.
"You know you're right," he smirked as he took in his brother's almost comical expression of dismay. "This is finally starting to be fun..."
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Pairing/Characters: Charlie, Don
Rating/Category: PG
Spoilers: Noisy Edge
Summary: Charlie doesn't want to let Don have the last word on who's better
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
"Tell me again how this is supposed to be fun?"
Charlie gave his brother a look that was intended to be admonishing, but only made him laugh.
"Relax, Chuck! You'll get the hang of it!" Don put his feet up on his coffee table, relaxing as Charlie stood in his living room, exasperated.
"The math should be helping me, but it's not!" Charlie exclaimed. "I've worked the angles, I know the mass and velocity from physics, yet..." he paused long enough to give the golf ball in front of him a tap with Don's putter then watched as it sailed past the electronic putt return, hopelessly wide. "I can't get that stupid little white ball into the hole!"
"Here, let me see that putter," Don said, rising and putting his hand out. Taking the golf club from his brother, he lined up in front of the next ball in the queue, adjusted his stance then tapped the ball. He watched as it gracefully rolled into the putting cup hole and was summarily ejected by the putt return mechanism. He intercepted the ball as it rolled to him and set up the next shot. "Nothing wrong with the club," he said, offering it to Charlie. "Come give it another try."
Charlie took the club begrudgingly. "I think I get why you think this is fun. It's one thing you do way better than I do."
"Oh, there are plenty of things I do better than you." Don chortled.
"Is that so?" Charlie asked, indignant.
"Sure, baseball..."
"I can play baseball."
"Basketball..."
"I kick ass at basketball."
"Hockey..."
"I do fine on the ice."
Each time Charlie interrupted him Don lost a bit more patience. Finally he pulled his gun from his holster, popped the clip out in full view of his brother, reloaded the gun, cocked it and then went through the process to reholster it, every motion smooth and perfectly practiced.
"You were saying?" he said smugly as he sat back down on the couch.
Charlie made a sour face, mocking his brother's self-importance.
"Fine, you can have golf," he said stiffly, "but you have to admit I'm the superior snowboarder."
"But I don't snowboard!" Don protested, laughing.
"And I," Charlie said, handing Don the putter. "I no longer golf."
He strolled out to the kitchen, leaving Don flabbergasted behind him.
"You can't quit! That means I'll be the one stuck playing with Dad all the time!"
Charlie popped his head out of the kitchen for a moment.
"You know you're right," he smirked as he took in his brother's almost comical expression of dismay. "This is finally starting to be fun..."
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Date: 2007-07-15 10:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-16 02:56 am (UTC)Hee, loved that! And the image of Don and his gun. *g*