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24 January 2008 @ 08:12 am
Sing My Body Electric - 5/8  
Title: Sing My Body Electric
Author: ladygray99
Chapter: 5/8
Pairing: Charlie/Colby
Rating: NC-17, FRAO P SC GV
Disclaimer: Belongs to other people, not me.
Warnings/Squicks: Violence, Violent Sex, BDSM, and people talking about their feelings.
Summary: With love comes danger both from without and within. -  Of things that should have been said long ago.
Previous chapters: 1  2  3  4
Notes: The long awaited much feared sequel to The Modern Man I Sing.  The second part of Whitman ‘verse.  Here there be dragons.
Feedback: Feedback makes me days worth living.  I'd like people's feelings on how I handled Alan over the next couple chapters.
Beta(s):The wonderful riverotter1951 and ri_se tackled this fic, except for the bits I added ten minutes ago.



 

Part 5

Of Bedside Confessions

 

 

Don paced the small waiting room. He knew other people wanted to be pacing but as senior agent he claimed that privilege. He knew he should be comforting his dad but he couldn’t sit still long enough. David, Megan and Larry had their heads together talking softly in a corner. Sherwood had managed to magically unrumple his suit and was sitting neatly in one of the hard plastic chairs poking at a PDA. Don was tempted to ring Colby but was fairly sure the agent wouldn’t answer. He’d forced his way into the ambulance with Charlie and hadn’t been seen since.

A tired looking doctor pushed open the glass door to the room.

“Eppes?” He asked.

“Yes?” Don and Alan said simultaneously.

“I need to speak to the family of Charles Eppes?” Don and Alan rushed forward with Sherwood right behind. “And you are?” The doctor asked the three men

“Brother.”

“Father.”

“NSA.” Were the responses he got. The doctor took a half step away from Sherwood.

“Yes. Good. Mr. Eppes is resting comfortably. He’s lost about two units of blood. He has bruises, abrasions and lacerations over the majority of his torso and limbs, about twenty five stitches were needed for the deeper ones.  He has a sprained wrist and ankle, some cigarette burns. No sign of broken bones, or recent violations but he has damaged his left kidney, it’s bruised but we don’t believe it’s ruptured.”

“We’ll he be ok?” Alan  asked quickly.

“We’ll want to keep him for a few days of observation. We’re giving him whole blood, fluids, and broad spectrum antibiotics. He does have a minor concussion and was hypothermic when brought in but honestly, for all that, I don’t believe there’s anything that won’t heal with a little time.”

Don felt a harsh sob rip its way from his lungs. “Can we see him?” He asked.

“Of course. Mr. Granger is with him right now but just a couple at a time, please. He’s been through a lot.”

“I’m oldest.” Alan said. “I go first.”

Don had a quick flash of what his Dad could walk into. “Uh…Dad there’s something you need to know.”

“Later.” Alan pushed past the doctor and out of the room.

Don turned and gave his team the thumbs up and watched as they all let out long held sighs. Larry closed his eyes and put his face in his hands.

~

The adrenalin and coffee had long since worn off. The nurses had let Colby lower one of the bed railings so he could perch next to Charlie. Charlie’s head was pillowed on his thigh as he gently ran his fingers through the curly black hair carefully avoiding the lump that was responsible for the concussion. Charlie was making soft humming noises deep in his throat, the same kind he made just before dozing off after a long day.

Colby heard the door to the room open and looked up. Alan Eppes walked in and froze. Colby realized that he hadn’t seen Charlie yet. He looked a hundred times better than he had in the warehouse, the dried blood now washed off his face, but to a father’s eyes it must look like the end of the world. A small voice in the back of his head pointed out that there may be other reasons for the elder Eppes apprehension. Oh well.

Colby gave Charlie a little nudge and he opened his eyes.

“Dad?” He said through still swollen lips. Alan rushed forward and gathered his son in his arms, tears freely flowing from his eyes.

“Charlie, Charlie.” He said.

“I’m ok, Dad.”

“Oh God.” Alan breathed. “Oh God.”

“I’m ok.”

Alan held Charlie for long minutes, the tears streaking down his face. He briefly pulled away and looked at Charlie from arm’s length. “Don’t ever, ever...”

“I promise I will never again let a sadistic nerd whack me over the head with my own book.” Alan gave a half chuckle through the tears and pulled Charlie to him again. “I’m telling my publisher, from now on strictly paperback; thin volumes.”

Colby gave a tired chuckle himself at the thought of that particular conversation. Alan looked up at him. Colby was too tired for shame or guilt or secrets. He looked right back.

“Is Don here?” Charlie asked.

“He’s here. So’s everyone else. They’re all waiting just outside the door. The doctor said just a couple people at a time.” Charlie gave a tired wave of his hand and shook his head.

“Help me sit up and just let everyone it.”

“Are you up for it?” Colby asked.

Charlie shook his head. “Better everyone see I’m alive and kicking than drag it out all morning. I think I need sleep.” Colby helped Charlie into a sitting position while Alan found the bed remote. Colby got off the bed but pulled a chair next to it so he could hold Charlie’s hand. He was finding it rather hard to be out of physical contact and really didn’t want to be.

Alan went to the door and ushered everyone in, Don and Larry leading the pack with Sherwood lurking in the rear.

“Hey,” Don said, gently brushing aside some curls from Charlie’s face. “They cleaned you up.”

“And gave me breakfast.” Charlie said lifting the hand with the I.V. tube running into it.

“Charles.” Larry said softly taking Charlie’s free hand. “I...” Larry stuttered unable to think of words to express everything he needed to say.

“It’s ok Larry.” Charlie said. “Feel bad for the Larry in another dimension who’s mourning, but be glad for us here.” Larry nodded and gently hugged Charlie holding him for a long moment.

“That’s pretty deep for someone concussed.” Don said.

“Concussion is good.” Charlie said. “Concussion means I don’t really remember...stuff.”

“When we found you, you said P doesn’t equal NP.”

Charlie blinked a few times. “Did I happen to say how I knew that?”

“No.”

Charlie let out a long breath. “Well...fuck.” A chuckle went around the room.

“It’s ok, Charles. You didn’t really want all that money anyways.”

Megan and David had moved up to the foot of the bed.

“Hey Charlie.” Megan said.

“Hey guys.” Charlie tried to smile. “Sorry about killing your weekend.”

“Not exactly your fault.” David said.

Charlie gave a shrug then looked around Megan and David and blinked a couple of times. “Martin?”

Agent Sherwood took a couple of steps towards the bed.

“Hello, Professor.”

“What are you doing here?”

Sherwood shrugged. “Your little adventure was a national security breach. Someone had to come to the rescue.”

“And they sent you?” Charlie said trying for sarcasm.

“Well you know how it is, budget cuts, weekends.” Sherwood joked. Charlie held out his hand and Sherwood stepped into the circle of family and friends around the bed.

“Thank you.” Charlie said softly.

Sherwood took the offered hand. “Don’t scare us like that again, Charlie.”

“I’ll try my best.” With that Charlie gave a jaw cracking yawn.

“Ok. Charlie.” Don said. “You get some sleep.”

“Thank you everyone.” Charlie said voice heavy with impending sleep. David and Megan each gave Charlie a pat on the shoulder and Larry gave him another hug before letting themselves out of the room.

Charlie’s eyes were already fluttering shut, Sherwood gently brushed the damp curls from Charlie’s forehead and gave him a gentle kiss there. Colby glanced at Alan and watched the poor man’s hopes for grandchildren shrivel and die.

“Be safe.” Sherwood said like it was a blessing then walked away.

“Come on Dad.” Don said. Charlie was breathing softly wrapped in sleep. “You need sleep too. So do I.”

Alan nodded but kept a hand on Charlie’s shoulder as if it was all that was holding him in this world. Colby felt his own eyes begin to flutter shut.

“Colby?” Colby felt his eyes snap open. Don and Alan were both looking at him. Don motioned with his head towards the door.

Colby shook his head. “No.”

Don nodded. “Ok.” He took Alan’s arms and steered him to the door. Alan took one more lingering look at his son then a quick look at Colby before letting the door shut behind him.

~

Colby heard the door to the room open and cursed slightly figuring it was another nurse. He squeezed his eyes tighter for a moment and tried to breath in Charlie’s scent, existing even under the hospital smells. Over the day he had managed to work his way onto the bed so he could spoon against Charlie and catch moments of sleep in between the poking and prodding of the doctors.

Colby finally opened his eyes and realized that it was Alan that had entered the room. The man was standing several feet from the bed just looking at them. Colby checked his watch. It was six in the evening. He carefully got off the bed trying not to wake the sleeping Charlie. Colby pulled on his shoes and approached Alan.

“The doctors have been coming in every couple of hours.” Colby said softly. “Waking him up, shining lights in his eyes, he’s a little cranky.”

“I see.” Was Alan’s only reply. He quietly took a seat next to Charlie’s bed and Colby took the other. Colby had a million things he wanted to say, wanted to explain, things he didn’t even have words for yet that Alan should know. The silence filled the room.

A doctor entered the room and flipped on the lights. Colby winced and Charlie tried to curl into a ball, eyes squeezed shut.

“Hello Professor Eppes. How are you doing?”

“I’d be doing a lot better if the lights were off and I could sleep.” Charlie snapped from under the blanket he’d pulled over his head.

“Now, now professor. Just one more check and you can have dinner.”

“Oh joy.” Was the sarcastic reply. The doctor pulled away the blanket from Charlie’s head leaving him blinking in the bright florescent lights.

Charlie grumbled through having lights shined in his eyes, the blood pressure cuff squeezed around an already bruised arm. When the doctor asked Charlie to squeeze his hand to test for nerve damage Charlie didn’t hold back. The doctor yanked his hand away.

“You’ve got a good grip professor.” The doctor said with forced cheer. Colby snickered knowing just how strong Charlie’s grip really was.

“Well all that chalk’s slippery, doctor. You’ve got to keep a tight hold on it.” Charlie replied with heavy sarcasm.

After several more minutes of sarcasm abuse directed at the doctor he left and Charlie collapsed back on the bed breathing hard.

“You ok, Charlie?” Alan asked.

Charlie nodded. “It’s just this bump on the head. Makes me tired, little hard to focus.”

“Well I brought you a couple of note pads and your Math Weekly came in today.” Alan placed them by the side of the bed. Charlie smiled.

“Thanks, Dad.”

“And Millie says they’ll do their best to cover your classes until you’re feeling better.”

Charlie let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes. “I’ll have to rewrite all of my exams because there’s no way they won’t be behind by the end of semester.”

“It’s ok, Charlie. Worry about that later. All you have to do right now is get yourself healed up.”

Charlie took his father’s hand. “Are you ok dad?” he asked.

“Of course.” Alan said brightly “Just worried about you, that’s all.”

“I’ll be fine.” Charlie made a face.

“What’s wrong?” Alan asked quickly.

“I just need to go to the bathroom.”

“I’ll get a nurse.”

“No. I can go like a regular person. I just need a hand up.” Both Alan and Colby went to help when Charlie froze again.

“What’s wrong?”

“Dad could you turn around please?”

“Charlie, I’ve see you in less than a hospital gown.”

Not recently.’ Colby thought.

“Dad, please.”

“I won’t be embarrassed.”

Charlie lowered his head and took a deep breath. “Dad, half the federal agents in LA got the joy of seeing me huddled naked in a pool of my own blood last night. As my father you do not need to see the full aftermath of that. Please?” Charlie begged.

Alan went pale and slowly turned around.

“I’ve got you Charlie.” Colby said helping him swing his legs out of the bed. Once Charlie was standing Colby realized the full extent of what he hadn’t wanted Alan to see. The thick bandages crisscrossing his legs and back were stained with antiseptic and still seeping blood in some places, not to mention the livid bruises, the obvious result of punches and kicks to the back.

The shaky walk to the toilet seemed to take forever and was punctuated by curses every time Charlie put weight on his bandaged ankle. Charlie motioned for Colby to go in with him. He stood in front of the urinal and leaned back against Colby taking deep breaths, sweat beading on his forehead.

“Ok.” Charlie said softly to himself. “I can do this.” Charlie pulled aside his hospital gown, held himself, and started. Colby tried to call out at the sight of the dark brown stream that came out. Charlie slapped his free hand against Colby’s mouth while opening his own to scream silently until he was done.

Panting hard he took his hand away from Colby’s mouth and leaned against him. “Sorry.” Charlie said. “I knew that was going to hurt.”

“We need to tell the doctor.”

Charlie shook his head. “It’s just old blood. This isn’t the first time I’ve bruised a kidney or two.”

“Charlie.”

“I’m fine. Just take me back to bed.”

“If I had a nickel for every time I heard that.” Colby tried to joke. Charlie raised himself carefully on the toes of his uninjured leg and gave Colby a quick kiss on the cheek.

Charlie only made it half way back to his own bed before Colby got tired of the wincing and limping. With one quick scoop he had Charlie in his arms.

“Hey.” Charlie half protested. Alan turned around to see Charlie deposited in his bed and the blankets quickly pulled up to his chin. “I could have made it.” Charlie wined.

“Sure, if we had another month.”

“You ok, Charlie?” Alan asked.

“I’m fine. The ankle’s just giving me a little grief. It’s going to be murder on my basketball game.”

Charlie lifted the lid on the dinner tray that had arrived while he was in the bathroom. He quickly put it back down.

“You need to eat something, Charlie.” Alan said.

“Well when they serve food I’ll eat it.”

Alan lifted the lid. “Don’t be a food snob. You need to eat.”

“Not that I don’t.”

“Charlie.” Colby said with as much firmness as he could manage. “Eat your dinner.” Charlie picked up the fork and put a bite of something pretending to be mashed potatoes in his mouth. He swallowed and looked at Colby. “All of it.” Colby grabbed the little cup of Jell-o. “And I’m holding your Jell-o hostage ‘till you do.”

“I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”

“Just eat.”

Charlie frowned and set to work on the dinner looking more like a small child than Colby cared to admit. When at least a few bites of everything had been managed Colby returned the Jell-o alive and unharmed.

There was a tap at the door and Don entered. “Hey guys, hey Charlie.”

“Hey, Don.”

“How are you feeling?” Don asked.

Charlie shrugged. “Colby held my Jell-O hostage.”

“Well I’m sure he had a good reason.” Don looked over at Colby. “Have you been here all day?”

“I’m alright.”

“That wasn’t the question I asked.” Colby just shrugged.

“He was here when I got here.” Alan ratted on him.

“Go home man.” Don said. Colby had worked his hand into Charlie’s again, having felt the loss of contact as Charlie ate.

“I’m ok.” Colby said automatically though his brain seemed to be quickly filling with fuzz and he wasn’t sure why. He felt Charlie touch his cheek.

“Colby, listen to me. Don’s right. You need to go home.”

“I can stay.”

Charlie nodded. “I know you can, and I’d like it if you did, but you need a shower and some food and a couple hours in your own bed.” Colby started to shake his head to object. “Hey.” Charlie picked up Colby’s hand and held it in front of his face. “That’s my blood still under your fingernails. Go home, take a shower, eat something in your fridge that isn’t covered in fuzz, lay down in your own bed for at least two hours and if you really, really can’t sleep come back. Ok? I’m not going anywhere, I promise. Shower, food, sleep.”

Colby nodded his head automatically. At the very mention of sleep his body had decided it was a great idea and made its opinion known. He picked up his jacket; kissed Charlie’s offered lips and walked out of the room. He thought he might have hit the edge of the door on the way out but for some reason he wasn’t sure.

 

Alan looked at Charlie then looked at the retreating back of Agent Granger, wincing as he banged into the door jam but didn’t seem to notice. He looked back at his Charlie who’s face was twisted with worry.  Charlie gestured his head in the direction of the door.

 “Go easy on him dad. He’s had a long few days too.”

 Alan nodded and quickly chased after Colby, hoping to catch him before the man was stupid enough to get behind the wheel of a car.

 ~

 Colby stood at the edge of the parking lot. He knew there was something he was supposed to be doing. He felt a tremor run through his body. He looked down and his hands were shaking. Alan put a gentle hand on Colby’s arm. Colby felt his whole body try to jump.

 “Colby?” Alan asked gently, taking a half step back. Colby felt a drop of water hit his hand. He looked up into the blue LA sky looking for the rain cloud. He felt another drop and looked around in confusion.

 “Alan?” He heard himself say. “What’s happening?”

 “Have you cried yet?”

 “No.”

 “Then that’s what’s happening.”

 Colby pressed his shaking hands to his eyes then felt his legs go out from under him. Colby sat hard on the curb and began to cry. He tried to fight back the bone jarring sobs but nothing seemed to control them. He felt Alan sit down next to him and felt a warm hand rest gently on his back.

 “I’m sorry Alan.” Colby choked out between sobs. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should have been there. I’m sorry.”

 “No one saw this coming. It’s not your fault.” Colby wasn’t listening.

 “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He sobbed over and over.

 “Hey!” Alan grabbed Colby by the chin and wrenched his head around. “Look at me.” Colby tried to blink away the tears. “Charlie is in there alive and well. Nothing that happened was your fault.”

 “I’m sorry, Alan.” Colby said again. “I wanted to tell you. I so wanted to tell you. I wanted to tell everyone. It shouldn’t have been like this. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

 Alan took a deep breath and patted Colby on the back. “It’s ok. We’ll talk about that later when you’re more together.” Colby nodded still trying to blink away tears. “Now where are you parked?”

 Colby looked around and pointed to the Federal Building which could be seen over the tops of the trees in the distance.

 “There.” He said and got up and began to walk in the general direction not taking into account the several miles and freeway separating him and his car.

 “Oh no you don’t.” Alan said grabbing Colby’s arm and steering him in the other direction. “I’ll take you home and you can catch a cab back to your car in the morning.” Colby nodded dumbly and let himself be led. He always felt better when an Eppes was giving orders.

 Once in the car Colby struggled to keep his eyes open. Alan prodded him for directions to his apartment causing him to jerk awake, quick strings of terror lacing through him. They pulled up in front of the apartment and Colby sat there trying to work up the energy to actually open the door.

 “Colby.” Alan said softly. “What happened to the man who took Charlie? Don won’t say.”

 “Sherwood got a hold of him. There’s a good chance he’s in a dank hole on the other side of the planet without access to a lawyer or due process and really regretting the day he was born.”

 Alan gently rested his forehead on the steering wheel of the car.

 “Every one of my most deeply held beliefs tells me I shouldn’t be as glad about that as I am.” Alan said.

 “I know.” Colby finally opened his door and with the last of his energy propelled himself to his apartment.

 Shower, food, sleep, shower, food, sleep, shower, food, sleep.’

 The careful orders ran in his head. He dropped his jacket on the floor and sat down on the couch. A breath later his eyes fluttered shut.

 ~

 Colby’s eyes snapped open and quickly squeezed shut again rejecting the brightly lit living room. He cracked his eyes open and peaked at his watch. 2 am. He jumped up. How could he have slept that late, almost eight hours? He had promised Charlie he’d be back. He ran down the hall picking up his jacket when his stomach growled so hard he actually felt himself begin to double over.

 Shower, food, sleep.’

 He stumbled to the kitchen and retrieved an emergency TV dinner. He felt himself trying to fall asleep watching the dinner spin around the microwave. The ding of the microwave bolted him upright and the demands of his stomach kept him there. He didn’t trust himself to sit down again so quickly swallowed the food bent over the counter.

 The shower was the hardest part, the warm spray trying to lull his muscles back into rest. He found himself scrubbing frantically at the dark brown flakes under his nails watching as they clung to the bristles of the brush.

 The auto pilot of his brain got him dried, and dressed, and armed as if he were about to start a normal day. The pitch black of the night when he stepped out to meet the cab reminded him that it wasn’t a normal day. A quick cab ride and quicker drive and Colby was sneaking silently past a nurses station and into Charlie’s room. He gave his eyes a moment to adjust.

 Charlie breathed softly while Alan slightly snored in a nearby chair. Someone had put a blanket over Alan at some point in the night. Colby wanted nothing more than to crawl into the bed next to Charlie and hold him and sleep for another twelve hours. He carefully set a chair next to the bed and leaned his head down so it barely touched Charlie’s arm. He knew his neck would kill him in the morning but he didn’t care. His eyes fluttered shut again and he slept.

  ~

  Colby felt Charlie’s fingers ghost across his face. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know Charlie’s hands. Soft but dry the faint smell of chalk that no amount of washing would remove. He smiled and tilted his head so he could catch the tips of those fingers against his lips.

 “Hey there.” He heard Charlie whisper softly.

 “Hey.” Colby said back just as softly, sure Alan was still asleep.

 “You came back.”

 “I fell asleep on my couch. Didn’t wake up ‘till two.” Charlie’s fingers ran gently through his short hair.

 “It’s ok. You needed the sleep.”

 “Mmmm” Was all Colby said, pressing his head into Charlie’s fingers like a demanding cat.

 “Are you going into work today?”

 Colby nodded “Paperwork to do.”

 “Of course.”

 “I can bring it in here.” Charlie didn’t answer right away.

 “I talked to dad last night.” Colby’s brain woke up a little more. He twisted around so he could look at Charlie. “I wish you had told me. I figured you were happy flying under the radar.”

 “I am.” Colby said. “It’s ok. It’s still all so new. I didn’t want to push you into anything.”

 “It’s twenty one months, Colby.”

 “Or nine, depending where you start counting.”

 “That’s enough. I wish you had said something.”

 “Doesn’t matter now. I made a bit of a scene at the office.”

 “Sorry I missed it.” Charlie said with a sleepy chuckle.

 “Me too.”

 “When do you have to go in?”

 “Seven, eight.”

 “It’s only six now. Come hold me for an hour.”

 
Alan had kept his eyes closed and his breathing steady and shallow. He heard Charlie shift in his bed. There was the sound of a coat being removed along with some soft thuds and one much harder clunk. ‘A gun’ Alan though unhappily. The hospital bed creaked slightly under the weight of two. Alan heard the sound of a couple of soft kisses before two sets of breathing became slow with sleep. Alan opened his eyes to the darkness. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light that crept under the door of the room.

Twenty one months!’ he thought. ‘Twenty one or nine months. What happened nine months ago? What happened twenty one months ago?’ He looked over to the bed. Charlie had turned to face Agent Granger and was snuggled deeply into his chest while Granger’s arms were wrapped around him.

Alan studied the agent’s face. It seemed tense and drawn. Not bad looking, maybe a little central casting generic. Alan couldn’t believe it. Almost two years of encountering this man either through Don’s cases or an occasional group social thing and not one inkling that he had Charlie were... Alan couldn’t finish that thought. Not yet.

Colby’s eyes snapped open and locked with Alan’s. He held them there a long time, not even blinking.

 I’m sorry.’ Colby finally mouthed silently, then closed his eyes and hugged Charlie even closer.

 

 

 
 
 
Gwaihirilgwaihiril on January 23rd, 2008 08:00 pm (UTC)
Colby is fantastic! (Note to self: must get Colby icon so everyone will see he is fantastic.) I don't think I have words to describe my love for Colby.

Bits that caught my eye:

"And you are?” The doctor asked the three men
“Brother.”
“Father.”
“NSA.”


And I'm sure Agent Sherwood wasn't even trying to be funny!

“When we found you, you said P doesn’t equal NP.”
Charlie blinked a few times. “Did I happen to say how I knew that?”
“No.”


Alas, the knowledge is gone. Also very funny!

“And I’m holding your Jell-o hostage ‘till you do.”
“I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”


Oh, those guys.

I liked Sherwood's exchange with Charlie and kiss goodbye. (Again, awesome original character.) I also liked Alan - he helped Colby get home, knowing that he needed to leave the questions alone for the time being. At the same time, the ending shows us his thoughts and uncertainty he feels. That's going to be one interesting conversation between Colby and the Eppes later.
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ladygray99ladygray99 on January 23rd, 2008 09:33 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I'm surprised no one has mentioned the naked in a pool of blood line. I kinda wrestled with that one.
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 23rd, 2008 09:28 pm (UTC)
No, as far as Sherwood is concerned NSA get's him all the access to Charlie he wants. Sherwood is actually a fun guy and I'm thinking about hooking him up with Ian in the yet to be named Whitman 5 story.
And I really should write a seperat story for this verse all from Alan's head.
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ladygray99ladygray99 on March 27th, 2008 07:02 pm (UTC)
yeah. I realize last nigh I'm writing a trilogy. I'm 61,000 words into Whitman 4 and I've realized I'm basically just setting up a lot of stuff that's going to paid off in Whitman 5. I big chuck of the start of Whitman 5 is going to be slow, strange romance of Ian and Sherwood.

After Whitman 5, which will probubly be another bohemath of a story, I'm going to switch over to treating the 'verse a bit more like Vignettes. All stories after 5 will be shorter (under 50 pages) and focus on just one incident or character. A few of these small pieces have already been worked out in my head and one of them is Sherwood and Ian falling apart and getting back together.
fredbassettfredbassett on January 23rd, 2008 08:28 pm (UTC)
I absolutely adore this series, have I told you that??
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 23rd, 2008 09:28 pm (UTC)
I think it's been mentioned but feel free to say it again ;-)
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ladygray99ladygray99 on January 23rd, 2008 09:30 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the fix. Alan's about to have harder truths to deal with.
(Anonymous) on January 24th, 2008 06:42 pm (UTC)
Poor Alan. What a way to find out your son is gay! I'm glad he could put his feelings and worries aside enough to take Colby home. He seems frightened and confused at the end. I'm amazed that Alan didn't freak out at the 'pool of blood' line from Charlie. Maybe that will come after the shock of this wears off. And I loved the tender caring Charlie and Colby had for each other. I think they are going to need more of that to get through this.

Twins' Mom
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 25th, 2008 09:05 pm (UTC)
Alan's freak out is off screen but it's a pretty big one. He's trying to hold it together for his sons like always but it's never an easy thing.
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ladygray99ladygray99 on November 24th, 2008 01:25 am (UTC)
*hand tissue*
Colby does value Alan's openion a lot. and even though he hasn't told charlie 'cause he's a bit silly after spending all those years having to lie about everything he actually has a desire to be out and open with their relationship.
laura_trekkielaura_trekkie on January 15th, 2009 04:05 pm (UTC)
I loved this chapter. The bit where Alan, Don and Sherwood told the doctor who they were made me chuckle for the fact that Sherwood was so deadpan in his delivery, not even noticing his out of place remark *vbg*.

Plenty of 'awww' moments between Colby and Charlie as they reconnected and snuggled in the bed a few times. I liked protective!Colby helping Charlie to the bathroom and making him eat by taking the jello hostage :). And Charlie looked after Colby, too; sending him home to get some decent rest, sending Alan after him to make sure he actually got home in one piece. Good signs that Colby's love is returned.

Speaking of Alan; I loved him in this chapter. What a shock to his system, already worrying about Charlie's health and now having to assimilate his relationship with Colby. And not only that, but find out just how long it's been going on right under his nose. I loved how he looked after Colby. He's got a lot of questions and with Colby in the state he was, he probably would have told Alan anything he wanted to know, but despite that, Alan decided to leave it all until Colby was in a better frame of mind.

Which reminds me of another 'awww' moment- Colby telling Alan that he didn't want to hide his and Charlie's relationship, Alan telling Charlie and then Charlie talking about it with Colby.

Laura.
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 15th, 2009 06:41 pm (UTC)
The fact that you're going through all these is interesting 'cause it means I have to at least reaquante myself with the early days of the 'verse.

This chapter was way more complicated in the first draft with Charlie semi catatonic and Colby and Sherwood trying to get him out of it. In the end I decided it was just to complicated and didn't really add to the story overall. ended up with a lot of awww moments instead.
kdoriankdorian on February 22nd, 2010 05:16 am (UTC)
“Brother.”
“Father.”
“NSA.”


So we had the Father, the Son, and the Spook Ghost?

This is what I get for those years in Catholic school, a rotted mind!
ladygray99ladygray99 on February 22nd, 2010 10:35 am (UTC)
That never crossed my mind but I am greatly amused. :-)
fractalmoonfractalmoon on November 25th, 2012 04:06 am (UTC)
what a wild ride! I loved Colby being a nurturing top - carrying Charlie back to bed, taking his jello hostage - and later letting Alan take care of him ("He always felt better when an Eppes was giving orders.") Lots of great dialogue. And Charlie being both so snarky, and so sweet. Doting Larry. Your Colby is the most richly-developed characterization of him I've encountered.
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 25th, 2012 04:02 pm (UTC)
I've had a lot of practice writing Colby in just about every situation. I have to admit this Colby and the one in Soldier Boys are probably my favorites.