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Ghost by Spikedluv (Challenge #74: Ghost)
Title: Ghost
Pairing/Characters: Charlie (Don/Charlie very mildly implied)
Rating/Category: PG13/Gen (Slash very mildly implied)
Word Count: 100 words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Charlie didn’t believe in ghosts.
Notes/Warning: Incest very mildly implied; character death implied.
Written: October 10, 2008
Charlie didn’t believe in ghosts. He didn’t believe that psychics could speak to loved ones in the afterlife. Sometimes he wasn’t even sure that he believed in an afterlife.
Charlie believed that numbers and science could explain everything about the world, even if we didn’t yet know enough to understand that explanation.
Which is why, when he heard Don’s laughter on the breeze, or smelled Don’s cologne while he was watching a hockey game, or felt Don’s fingers brush his hair back just before he fell asleep, Charlie knew that Don wasn’t really there, that it was just his imagination.
Pairing/Characters: Charlie (Don/Charlie very mildly implied)
Rating/Category: PG13/Gen (Slash very mildly implied)
Word Count: 100 words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Charlie didn’t believe in ghosts.
Notes/Warning: Incest very mildly implied; character death implied.
Written: October 10, 2008
Charlie didn’t believe in ghosts. He didn’t believe that psychics could speak to loved ones in the afterlife. Sometimes he wasn’t even sure that he believed in an afterlife.
Charlie believed that numbers and science could explain everything about the world, even if we didn’t yet know enough to understand that explanation.
Which is why, when he heard Don’s laughter on the breeze, or smelled Don’s cologne while he was watching a hockey game, or felt Don’s fingers brush his hair back just before he fell asleep, Charlie knew that Don wasn’t really there, that it was just his imagination.
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Just beautiful!
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You're welcome; I hate to find out mid-stream that I've stumbled into character death, so I try to warn for it myself.