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28 November 2008 @ 07:42 am
A Woman Waits for Me 8/39  
Title: A Woman Waits for Me
Chapter: 8/39
Author: [info]ladygray99 
Pairing: Charlie/Colby, Don/OFC
Summary: When Don’s life slides into the darkness only family will help him find his way out. – Don heads back into the darkness but with a reason and a guide.
Rating: R
Word Count: 4,509
Warning: discussion of BDSM
Disclaimer: Numb3rs belongs to other people who are not me. I’m not making any money from this though I wish I were.
Previous Chapters: Part 4 of Whitman ‘verse. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Authors Notes: I know almost everyone is out stuffing themselves with turkey today and not reading fic but this one was hard to write and I struggled with it a lot. I’d really like to know what you all think of it so even if you just look at it quickly then come back tomorrow I’d really like feedback on it. Also another blink and you’ll miss it call back to the last story.
Betas:swingandswirl  and [info]riverotter1951
Part 8
The Howl of the Abyss 
Don leaned over Colby’s shoulder and spoke low. “Colby, can we talk?”

“Sure, Don.”

“I mean after work, someplace quiet, maybe make a couple of hours.”

Colby’s face fell with worry. “Sure, no problem.”


Don looked around the cafe. There was no one he recognized, even though it was frequented by law enforcement types, mainly because the deep booths had unique acoustics that muffled sound and virtually no visibility between them. Plus, the burgers were extra greasy and the waitstaff left you alone. Colby slipped into the other side of the booth.

“What is it, Don?” Colby asked cutting to the chase, looking grave.

Don lowered his head. “I need to ask you some questions, and I need you to explain some stuff, a lot of them are going to be personal questions and you’re going to want to tell me to fuck off but I need to know and I’ll explain why in the end. I won’t repeat anything you say, anywhere, ever, and I’d appreciate the same courtesy.”

Colby nodded “Okay.”

Don took a deep breath. “I need to know, do you ever cuff Charlie, ever tie him up?” Don watched as Colby jerked back in his seat.

“No. It’s one of the rules. No ties, no restraints, ever, any reason. I’ve had to hold him down a few times in early days when he was still prone to jabbing himself with pens, but no.”

“So never restraints?”


Don nodded slowly. “Why? Is it his rule, his idea?”

Colby shook his head. “No. It’s mine. He has to be able to stop at any point, say the word, get up and walk away, decide he’s had enough.”

“Has he ever?”

“No.” Colby said softly “Some days I really want him to, some days I really want him to just decide he doesn’t need me, that he’s had enough, get up and walk out the door, meet some nice girl, get married, and have a dozen kids.”

“I don’t think it’s going to happen.” Don said.

“I know, and if it did I’d probably climb into a bottle for a week, then eat my gun.”

“Well, at least you’re honest with yourself.”

Colby shrugged. “Kinda got to be. The kinda of life Charlie and I have, it doesn’t hold up well to secrets.”

“Okay.” Don rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You know about Anne, right?”

Colby snorted. “Of course I know about Anne, the whole office knows about Anne, and we’re very happy for you. You’re a much happier boss when you’re getting laid.”

Don rolled his eyes. “Hey, for the record I haven’t been.”

“What?” Colby said, honest confusion on his face.

“We’ve been taking it slow.”

Colby blinked a few times. “You’ve been that happy without getting any?”

“Just shut up, okay? The other night, Anne and I finally...well.” Don made some vague hand gestures.

“I got it. Took you long enough.”

“Hey, we were going slow.”

Colby put his hands in the air. “It’s okay, fair enough.”

“Anyways, after, we were doing the whole, you know, look at the other person thing.”

Colby nodded “Right, count the freckles, find the ticklish bits.”

“Right, you’ve been there.”


Don took a deep breath and let it out slow. “So, I was counting freckles on her arms and I found some scars around her wrists, I mean she’s pretty pale so they don’t really show up but...”

Colby’s face turned grim. “What kind of scars?”

“Handcuffs, badly applied, multiple times from the looks of it.”

Colby let out a long breath himself. “What did she say?”

“She said, she said when she was younger she got into...well.”


“She told me she got in kinda deep, someone went to far, she tried to get them to stop but she had to fight her way out, never went back.”

Colby closed his eyes. “Fuck. Don, that’s...”

“Rape, I know.” Don lowered his head.

“Did she press charges, did she deal with it?”

“She told me that she ran off to the mountains for a year, and that the guy was dead, I did some digging and he is.”

“Good.” Colby said coldly. Don had his head in his hands. “Just so you know, Charlie’s safe word is stop, and no, he hasn’t used it.” Don nodded.

“The thing is...She said she never went back to that place, but that doesn’t mean...” Don pettered off hoping Colby would understand.

“She didn’t go somewhere else.”


“Did you ask?”

“I don’t even know how to broach the subject, and if she wants me to...” Don made some more vague hand gestures. “Colby, I think I might really be in love this time.”

“Well, you have been walking around with the stupid, ‘I’m in love’ look on your face, freaking everybody out.” Don nodded. “Okay. Look, Anne had what I’m sure was a very traumatic experience and there’s a good chance it turned her off to the whole thing. This could be completely unfounded worry on your part.”

“And if it’s not?” Don ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “I don’t think I could. I’m not in a position to judge and the only point of reference I have is you and Charlie and I get the feeling you guys are a little on the fringe of the fringe.”

“None of your exes ever tried to get into your cuffs?” Colby asked.

“Most of my exes are other agents, so no.”

Colby rubbed his forehead and seemed to come to a decision. “Okay. What do you want to know Don?”

Don shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t even know what you know.”

Colby sighed “When I worked out what Charlie...wanted, after I got over the ‘holy fuck, Don’s going to kill me’ panic I did a lot of research, a lot of reading, a lot of time on the net, and went to some parts of this city I never want to go back to, then found out 90% of it didn’t really apply to Charlie anyway ‘cause he always has to do things his own way for his own reasons, but I’ve got it all in my head still so...”

Don just looked at Colby trying to ask questions without having words to do it. Colby sighed and grabbed a salt shaker.

“Okay.” He put the salt at one end of the table. “There’s a spectrum here. On one end there’s the whole ‘oh I’ve been a bad girl spank me’ thing.” Don made a face.

“Do you know how really wrong those words sounded coming out of your mouth?”

“Oh, worse is to come.” Colby slid the salt down to the other end of the table and put it on the edge about to fall off. “On the other end of the spectrum we have Charlie, who says ‘let me look the potential for my own death in the face because the pain and terror are the only things that let me know I’m more than a walking computer.’” Don looked at the salt about to fall off the table. “This is why Charlie is lucky to be alive, this is also why he won’t really stop, it’s how he reminds himself he’s a person.”

Colby knocked the salt off the edge and easily caught it.

“Is Charlie still there?” Don asked.

“No. It’s taken a few years. He’s never going to leave that edge, but he’s not dangling himself over it anymore.” Colby gently put the salt down near the edge of the table again. “If Anne got into something really bad, chances are she was near that edge, either wandered there or was pushed. But if she really got a bad enough fright, chances are she’s not going back.”

“If Charlie’s at that edge, it means you have to be there too.”

Colby nodded. “Yeah. That’s why we have the rules, so I don’t fall over with him.”

“It’s that bad?”

“Terrifying. Like jumping off a cliff to see if you can fly.” Don picked up the salt shaker and turned it around in his hands. He looked up when Colby let out a long sigh. “Don, I’m going to tell you something and please try not to hit me or take this the wrong way.”

“What is it?” Don said suddenly full of trepidation.

“If you ever wanted to quit the FBI you could make a vast fortune ordering people to lick your boots.” Don’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “I’m serious, you could be the most terrifying, most in demand and most expensive dom in the business.” Don felt his eyes bug out. “You are intelligent, you are focused, you are intuitive, you can read people and situations like no one else, and you can give orders in a way that bypasses higher brain function. When you pull out the TAC gear and thigh holsters it’s a wonder half the office doesn’t fall to their knees and start calling you ‘master’.” Don pressed himself back into the booth. He knew he was giving Colby a hairy eyeball but couldn’t seem to help it. Colby leaded forward and lowered his voice to a gentle whisper. “And if you ever did decide to do it, it would break you.” Don blinked a few times. “It’s not you. At least not a part of you you would like. Because you see, when someone falls to their knees in front of you, hands you everything they are for your use, it feels soooo good. It’s like no drug, it’s like no rush, it goes against everything you’ve ever been taught to think or act or believe, and if it’s not something you’re naturally prone to it’ll tear you up inside.”

“Then why do you do it?” Don asked softly.

“Because Charlie asked me to, and I decided at some point I’d rather destroy and rebuild a large part of myself then have him in someone else’s arms.”

“Did it hurt?”

“God, yes, and I see a shrink every week to hold the rebuild together.”

“Charlie knows this, right?” Don asked, more than a little horrified at the type of power Charlie had somehow managed to wield over Colby.

“Yes, and I’ve asked almost as much from him and we’ve forgiven each other for it, and for a lot of other things as well.”

Don rubbed his eyes. “Colby, does Charlie ever talk about...other people he’s been with?”

“Sometimes, there’s a few exes in the woodwork.”

Don shook his head. “I mean other people he’s...consented to?”

“Ah...not often in specifics. I think he’s afraid I’ll go on a bit of a rampage.”

Don nodded. “Okay.” Don picked a case file up of the bench next to him. “I went looking for the guy who hurt Anne. She told me a strange enough secondhand story about what happened to him that I was able to find the case file.” Don opened it up and slid a couple of crime scene photo across to Colby. Colby looked at them and made a face. “Yeah. Apparently one of his full time...slaves, snapped and got him in the chest with his own knives in his own dungeon.”


“Well he wrote out his confession in blood on the wall.” Don slid across another photo. Colby read the words, then stopped and read them again, moving his lips and bobbing his head slightly.

“Yeah, it’s in iambic pentameter.”

“Got to give props for creativity. I take it Anne got out before this?”

“About three or four months, I think.” Colby looked at the pictures of the room. Close up of cuffs dangling from chains from the ceiling and various unpleasant looking devices, many of them metal, scattered between lush pillows covered in odd stains.

“This was not a good place, on any level.” Colby said darkly.

“I kinda worked that out for myself. Here’s my problem, here’s why I’m talking to you. They found something else written on the wall, in blood about six months old at the time, unknown donor, unrelated to the crime as far as they could tell. Old enough that they couldn’t get a clear DNA sample aside from male and a blood type.”

Don slowly pushed a picture across to Colby. Colby blinked a few times and his mouth fell open. “Oh, god.” he whispered.

“Tell me I’m not seeing what I think I’m seeing.” Don begged.

Colby squeezed his eyes shut. “Only if you tell me first.”

“That’s Charlie’s hand writing, isn’t it? That’s one of his equations.”

“Yes.” Colby whispered.

“Written in blood. Probably his.”

“Yes.” Colby whispered again before steeling something in himself. “When were these pictures taken?” He asked.

Don shrugged. “The case is a decade old. Ten, eleven years ago Charlie was in that room, maybe even with Anne but he was there.”

Colby shook his head. “This isn’t right.”

“No shit!” Don snapped.

“No. You don’t get it, the whole reason Charlie does, did, these things, went to places like this was so he’d stop thinking about math. ‘Make the numbers go away,’ that’s what he asks me. If he was bleeding enough to write this he shouldn’t have been able to add two and two.”

“Well, he was doing something.”

Colby looked at the equation. “Cognitive Emergence.”

“No, he didn’t start Cognitive Emergence until after mom died.”

“No. I recognize this, this is the start of Cognitive Emergence.”

“How would you know?” Don snapped.

“Look it, I’ve had this written across my chest in my own cum. I can recognize it upside down, inside out and backwards, it’s cognitive emergence.”

Don threw up his arms in frustration. “Whatever, that’s not the point. The point is Charlie was in that room and had god only knows what done to him, same as Anne!” Don growled out.

Colby took a few deep breaths. “And what are you going to do, Don?” Colby asked calmly. “The man is dead and if Charlie’s name is not in the report then chances are he got out before whatever happened came to a head.”

“They should never have been there to begin with!” Don snapped trying to keep his voice low.

“No Don, they shouldn’t have! There are a lot of places Charlie should never have been, things he should have never done, people so far beneath him they should never have been allowed to look at him let alone lay hands on him. Guess what, Don, it was a decade ago. And yes, just the thought of Charlie in that place makes me want to find one of Larry’s wormholes and go back there and kill the guy myself, but that’s not an option right now.” Colby took a deep breath. “Really, Don, what are you going to do? I’d like to know because whenever you two get into it, I’m the one dealing with the fallout and would like a heads up.”

“I don’t know.” Don said. “Maybe ask Anne…”

“Ask her what? ‘Hey honey, just curious but while you were going through the most painful, traumatic experience of your life did you happen to see a short guy writing math on the wall?’

Don grit his teeth together. “That’s Charlie level sarcasm you’re abusing there.”

“I hate to say it, Don, but welcome to my life. There are times where it’ll be okay to push, there will be moments when you’ll need to push, and there will be times when you’ll just be jabbing your finger into wounds that are already healed, doing neither of you any good.”

“Maybe Charlie…” Don shook his head and stared at the ceiling. “I don’t know.”

“You like this girl, Don?” Colby asked.


“Think you might even love her?”

Don nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

“Sooner or later, then, she and Charlie are probably going to meet. If they recognize each other it’ll be up to them if they want to admit it.” Don had lowered his head and pressed his forehead to the table. He felt Colby actually lay a gentle hand on the back of his head. “Don, if you love someone enough it’s amazing the black abysses you’ll be willing to jump over for them.” Don raised his head and looked at Colby who managed a slight smile. “I’m going to go to CalSci, wait for Charlie to finish his lecture, maybe kiss him in front of his class, tell him I love him, take him home, have dinner, tell him I love him again, take him to bed, and tell him I love him a few more times and wait for him to fall asleep in my arms and tell him I love him one more time and when he wakes up in the morning and smiles at me I’ll know all those I love yous worked.”

“Is that how you fixed him?”

Colby closed his eyes. “Charlie isn’t fixed, he never will be, none of us will be. Even if you marry Anne, move to the suburbs and have three kids you’ll still have long nights where your gun’ll look way too good, Charlie will always look up at me and beg for the numbers to go away no matter what it takes, I’ll always have screaming nightmares for a week after I smell burning gas or get a needle stuck in me. We’re all broken Don, this world broke us, this life broke us, now it’s just damage control and you know what? Some days it is actually enough.”


“So...um...have you got plans for tomorrow?” Don asked, leaning against Anne’s kitchen counter.

“Not really, why?” Anne replied handing over a cup of coffee.

“Well, it’s just, there’s this office thing.”

“You have to work?”

Don shook his head. “No. No, it’s just kinda a picnic for friends, family, you know, watch the federal agent in your life drink beer, get sunburnt, play softball badly.”

“Your family’s going to be there?” Anne asked carefully.


Anne fidgeted her own coffee cup around in her hands. “You want me to meet them?”

Don took a deep breath. “Yeah.”

“You sure? I mean, I’m not usually meet the family material. I’m usually more the fun thing on the side material.”

Don smiled. “You don’t carry a gun for a living. My dad’ll love you and Charlie’s happy as long as I’m happy and you make me happy.”

Anne blushed a little. “That’s sweet. Still, I mean, it’s only been, what four months?”

“Hey, I mean if you’re not comfortable, no pressure.”

“No I’m just...I’m just surprised.”

Don put down his coffee and took Ann’s face in his hands. “I think I just might love you.” Anne’s eyes went wide. “I am so stupidly happy around you. When you walk into a room for a moment every dark and horrible thing in my life just skitters away. I don’t know how you do it. I don’t care. I want everyone to know that you’re the one who does it in all your sweet, sexy, paint-splattered glory.”


Don had given Colby fair warning that he was bringing Anne to the picnic.  In a lot of ways, he seriously hoped that Charlie and Anne wouldn’t recognize each other, or at least not acknowledge it if they did.  He’d been sitting on that case file for too many weeks now.  As much as he wanted answers, he was trying to take Colby’s advice and not stick his finger into wounds already healed. 

They were walking across the parking lot when Charlie flagged them down from the sidewalk.  Colby had his arm around Charlie’s shoulder.  Don was still occasionally amazed at how natural those two looked together. 

Don waved back and took a deep breath, stepping onto the sidewalk.  They were early and there weren’t a lot of people around yet. “Anne, this is Colby Granger and my brother Charlie.  Guys, this is my girlfriend, Anne Finnegan.”

Don watched as Charlie automatically put out his hand then froze. “Annie?” Charlie whispered, a weary look in his eyes. 

Anne took a half step back her own aborted handshake frozen in mid air. “Christian?” Anne whispered, like she was looking at a ghost.  In a heartbeat the two had joined, Anne wrapping her arms around Charlie and Charlie holding her head to his shoulder like a man would with a frightened child.  They both clung to each other like lifelines. 

Don and Colby both took a step back, giving them a bit of room.  Don looked around to see if anyone was watching. 

“Oh my god, oh my god.  You’re alive?” Charlie breathed. 

Anne nodded. “I’m alive.  You’re alive?”

“Yeah.” Charlie said.  He drew back for a moment to look at Anne actually running his hands along her face as if to confirm she was really there. 

He giggled. “You have hair.” Charlie said with great amusement. 

“You have clothes.” Anne said with equal amusement. 

Charlie gave a kind of manic nod. “I know.  I’m told it’s a good look for me.”

“It is.”

Charlie pulled her back to him. “You’re alive?” Charlie asked again.  Anne nodded.  He pulled back to look at her again. “And you put on so much weight.”

Don winced.  In his experience, that was the fastest way to get a good ass-kicking from a woman. 

Anne smiled brightly. “I know.” She grabbed her chest. “I mean look, tits.”

“And nice ones.” Charlie said.  Anne laughed and pulled Charlie in for another hug. “I can’t believe you’re alive.  No one saw you…”

Anne shook her head. “I ran away, far away.”

“Good.” Charlie whispered gently stroking Anne’s hair. 

Anne pulled back and looked at Charlie. “Are you okay?  Are you still..?”

Charlie shook his head. “Sort of, it’s complicated, but I’m…I’m getting better, got a boyfriend and a shrink and everything.” Charlie said with a slight chuckle. “You’re not..?”

Anne shook her head hard. “No, no.  That’s…that’s old me.”

Charlie nodded. “Good.  Good.”

Don watched as his brother held his girlfriend close to his chest, gently rocking, eyes closed.  Don watched as a single tear escaped from those eyes. 

“I was so worried.” Charlie whispered. “I couldn’t stay.”

“I know, I know.” Anne said soothingly. “God, Christian, you’re alive.”

Charlie gave a slight chuckle. “Actually, it’s Charlie.”

Anne pulled back and put her hands to her mouth. “Oh my god, you’re Charlie Eppes.  You’re Don’s little brother.”

“You’re Don’s girlfriend.” Charlie said in a teasing accusation. 

Anne looked over her shoulder and looked at Don.  Don raised an eyebrow but wasn’t going to push.  He had figured if those two knew each other there might be some strained silences but not this. 

Anne turned back to Charlie. “Oh my god, I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t…does he..?”

Charlie shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.  It used to, but…”

Anne nodded and turned back around. “Don, this is Charlie.” She said. 

“Yeah, I know.”

Anne closed her eyes. “This…that place I told you about?  Christian…Charlie.  He pulled me out of there.  Took me down, carried me, a couple of miles to the E.R.”

Don looked at Charlie, who was absentmindedly playing with the ends of Anne’s hair.  Charlie looked back at him with a challenge, daring him to judge. 

“I guess I owe you one, Chuck?” Don answered to the challenge. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Charlie said. 

Charlie gave Anne a little a little push back to Don.  Don put a protective arm around her.  Colby stepped in and put an arm back around Charlie. 

“Is Dad coming?” Don asked, changing the subject. 

“Yeah, but he can’t stay too long, so he’s bringing his own car.”


“He’s also made the fruit thing with the little marshmallows.”

Don smiled, “The one mom used to make for the PTA?”

Charlie smiled brightly. “Yeah.”

“You needed like two bites to be on a sugar buzz all night.”

Charlie nodded. “Yeah!” Charlie peered around Don and waved. 

Don looked behind him “Speak of the Devil.” Alan made his way across the parking lot, a large bowl of fruit marshmallow stuff in his hands. “You okay?” Don asked Anne softly. “We can go..?”

Anne smiled and squeezed Don’s hands. “I’m good.”



Alan approached the four of them. “Hey, Dad.” Don said. 

“Hello, boys.  And who is this?” Alan asked spotting Anne. 

“Um...this is Anne Finnegan.  My girlfriend.  Anne, this is Alan Eppes, my dad.”

Anne held out her hand, “Pleased to meet you.”

Alan shook it “Likewise.” He turned to Don. “Girlfriend?  You’ve been keeping secrets, Donnie?”

“I am a man of mystery.”

“Sure.” Don watched as his dad politely scrutinized Anne. “So you work with Donnie?” Alan asked. 

Don winced and Anne laughed. “Oh, god no.  No, I’m a painter.”

Alan’s eyebrows shot up. “A painter?  Like an artist?”

“Yes, I specialize in portraits, but I sort of consider myself a modern pre-Raphaelite.”

“So not a fed?”


“Hold this, Don.” Alan thrust the bowl into Don’s hands and pulled Anne into a tight hug. “Welcome to the family.”

Don rolled his eyes even as Anne laughed. “Dad!”

“Don’t lose this one, Donnie.”

Anne laughed more. “Thank you, Mr. Eppes.”

“Please, call me Alan.” Alan let Anne go only to thread his arm into hers and lead her towards the picnic area.  Anne let herself be led and shot Don an amused smile. “So how’d you and Donnie meet?” Alan asked. 

Don watched as his dad led his girlfriend off. “Did Dad just abscond with my girlfriend?”

Charlie and Colby laughed. 

“Not girlfriend.” Colby insisted. “Daughter-in-law material, not to mention potential mother of bouncing baby Eppeses.”

Don rolled his eyes and stomped off to rescue Anne before his dad started planning the wedding. 


Don had managed to sneak Anne away from his dad before they started naming the kids.  Introducing Anne to the team had gone better than expected since they all knew Anne already, at least on paper.  Meeting Larry had even gone well, with Anne slapping her forehead and realizing that she’d studied Larry’s dad’s modern minimalist phase in school.  Somewhat under the heading of ‘what not to do’, but it had given them a point of reference. 

Don sipped a beer and watched as Anne and Charlie stood by a tree and talked.  Charlie reached out and playfully ruffled Anne’s hair.  Colby sat down next to Don. 

“That took balls, Don.”

Don shrugged. “I honestly convinced myself that at worst there’d be some strained silences.  Did not expect that.” Don gestured to where Charlie was now gently running his fingers over the scars on Anne’s wrist.  Charlie pulled up his own sleeve and showed Anne what Leacroft had done. 

“You’re going to have a talk with Charlie?” Colby asked. 

“Oh yeah.” Don took a sip of beer. “Consider yourself warned, it’ll probably get ugly.”

“I’ll put his shrink on standby.” Colby took a couple of sips of his own beer. “I like her, Don.  She seems good for you.”

“Yeah.  I like her too.”

“Good.  Don’t let this fuck that up.”

Don nodded. “I’ll try.”
indusnmindusnm on November 27th, 2008 07:48 pm (UTC)
Happy thanksgiving!

Great chapter- darker than what I normally read, but good job!
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 27th, 2008 08:45 pm (UTC)
Happy thanksgiving to.
riverotter1951: north American river otterriverotter1951 on November 27th, 2008 08:37 pm (UTC)
Marvelous. I really appreciate the way this is unfolding. The meeting between Anne and Charlie hints at a dark past but both have recovered and moved on.
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 27th, 2008 08:46 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I was always worried that the meeting would be too sappy for feel forced.
ninou1ninou1 on November 27th, 2008 08:54 pm (UTC)
This will certainly require more than one reading...

It's angsty, frightening and beautiful.

Don's attitude amaze me, he is coming from a long way. He really cares about Anne to go there, going to Colby and asking about things he probably wouldn't have know, giving him nightmares and bringing more dark stuff to his plate...
Colby is a survivor (as well as Charlie). It's like you know, you just scratch it in the previous Withman, saying Colby nearly broke himself, but here we have something more explicate about how he feels, and what it takes to keep his head together, it's really great.

And the end twist, I saw it coming, but it still amazing and disturbing, giving Anne and Charlie common grounds is genius... Maybe going to give Colby and Don some headaches and all, but a wondeful instalment.

Can't wait for the next part, I wait every night for it, light you know a bedtime story but for grown up.
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 27th, 2008 09:07 pm (UTC)
:) there's going to be one more dark but then it's going to lighten up for a few chapters. I'm glad you enjoyed this, I was really trying to show both the balance and imbalance in various parts of Charlie and Colby's relationship. I also wanted Don in a situation where he had to ask Colby for details he's never wanted.
So Not Mucheotu on November 27th, 2008 09:05 pm (UTC)
I was going to wait for the whole thing to comment, but I am so lovin' this! Don so needs someone to love him, and Anne is great!

I know you're planning some traumatic incident, because what's a story without a crisis? I hope everyone comes out the other side OK and in love.

By the way, totally loved Part 5, because Colby backing Ian down? Yay!
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 27th, 2008 09:09 pm (UTC)
Glad you're liking Anne. And yes there will be crisis. Chapter 15 I think. And keep an eye on Colby and Ian's dynamic. It'll come into play.
idle_devilidle_devil on November 27th, 2008 09:12 pm (UTC)
Oh Colby! You are like Yoda, dispensing the wisdom of the ages! ;-)

So glad the Charlie-Anne meeting went well! She's been really good for Don and getting along with Charlie is definitely a prerequisite for a successful relationship. XD
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 27th, 2008 09:13 pm (UTC)
Why can I suddenly picture Colby painted green?
(no subject) - idle_devil on November 27th, 2008 09:15 pm (UTC) (Expand)
bwuk2003bwuk2003 on November 27th, 2008 09:33 pm (UTC)
I am loving this section of the verse.

I will admit I stopped reading the previous sections of this story as I found it too dark but I can see me going back to read it from the start as I can handle the dark aspects of a story if there is light at the end.

Heres to more great reading

ladygray99ladygray99 on November 27th, 2008 09:35 pm (UTC)
Well it doesn't get too much darker than this really. Just a little stressful. Glad you're reading, and yes there's always a light.
Devo79devo79 on November 27th, 2008 09:58 pm (UTC)
“Ask her what? ‘Hey honey, just curious but while you were going through the most painful, traumatic experience of your life did you happen to see a short guy writing math on the wall?’”

This part made me laugh in that awkward way you do when something is just so bad you can't help it.
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 27th, 2008 10:00 pm (UTC)
That's about what I was going for.
Erinstarlettmalfoy on November 27th, 2008 11:30 pm (UTC)
I promised myself I would comment as much as possible even though I rarely can think of things to say. So I'll just say that I liked this chapter a lot, and I'm really looking forward to Don and Charlie's talk. One of my favorite things to read is their interaction with each other as brothers. I find it fascinating, and you write it so well.

See you tomorrow! ^^
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 27th, 2008 11:39 pm (UTC)
Even 'hey, I'm reading' is a great comment. I'm glad you liked this bit and I hope tomorrow works for you.
tonisimonetonisimone on November 28th, 2008 01:18 am (UTC)
charlie writing numbers in his own blood?

colby's right he shouldn't be able to do that.

tis weird. are you going to explain?

either way this was a great chapter.

ladygray99ladygray99 on November 28th, 2008 03:24 am (UTC)
It'll probably get explained in whitman 5.
mikes_grrl on November 28th, 2008 02:40 am (UTC)
Amazing chapter! I'm stuffed to the gills and tipsy and Husband is waiting for me in bed (TMI?) but I wanted to let you know I love how you are threading things together.

I'll get back tomorrow and leave a more coherent and substantial comment. Promise. But I do like the way the pieces are fitting together; I'm somewhat amused by the idea that you are setting Don up to be a dom. I think it would work, because (as Colby shows) a dom is as tied to the "rules" as the sub is. Interesting dynamics going on.

More later!

ladygray99ladygray99 on November 28th, 2008 03:27 am (UTC)
Well happy thanksgiving and have a fun night. And don't make too many assumptions about where I'm sending Don. remember I have an odd twisted mind. :)
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ladygray99ladygray99 on November 28th, 2008 03:27 am (UTC)
No problem. thank you.
fredbassett: Don - Nicefredbassett on November 28th, 2008 09:51 pm (UTC)
Love the way the plot is developing in this. Gripping chapter.

PS Forgot to use my Don icon last time round.
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 28th, 2008 10:25 pm (UTC)
hehe. I love you Don icon. theres something so dirty and wrong about it.
boymommytotwo: don smileyboymommytotwo on November 29th, 2008 07:15 pm (UTC)
continued "brava!" and feedback...
you know i try to put my comments in before reading others, otherwise i feel like i'm just regurgetating... (sp?) so forgive me if others have gotten here before me.

i liked it. i thought the way you displayed that conversation b/t don and colby? totally believed it and it was natural. the shock, the connection, the anger, colby's acceptance of what's what in his life with charlie. i liked taht alot.

the picnic? priceless. everything from charlie/anne reunion to alan/anne... it was awesome.

there were a couple of typos (to instead of too)... and you kinda dropped Leacroft's name at the end, but i didn't see anything stylistically i didn't like. but, well... i guess you'll consider the source. ;) and i never not like anything you write. so, there you go.

and this, i might just have tattooed on my own breast:
“Look it, I’ve had this written across my chest in my own cum. I can recognize it upside down, inside out and backwards, it’s cognitive emergence.”

ladygray99ladygray99 on November 29th, 2008 07:20 pm (UTC)
Re: continued &quot;brava!&quot; and feedback...
D'oh. You are the first person, including me to notice that I spelled leacroft's name differently the first time I used it. it was Leafcroft. I'm going to go back and change that since I only used that spelling twice at the beginning.
twins_m0m on December 1st, 2008 09:46 pm (UTC)
Hang my head in shame, I'm responding so late! Sorry, but kids and hubby were home all weekend, which meant no computer. It's gonna take me forever to get caught up, but I will do it.

Colby's explanation of Charlie's life before him was revealing but painful to read. I felt that Don and Colby were true to their characters. The picnic was fun. Alan whisking Anne away was sweet. Charlie and Anne's meeting went better than I expected, but their description of the last time they saw each other was disturbing, especially for Don. I tried to find the quick reference to the past story, but I couldn't spot it this time.

ladygray99ladygray99 on December 1st, 2008 09:51 pm (UTC)
I understand. Kids and hubbies do have a habit of getting in the way of reading fic. Thanks for commenting though. I had originally planed out Anne meeting everyone one at a time but then I got lazy I just didn't want to write it.

Writing Don and Colby's conversation was hard but it was actually one of the first parts of the fic I wrote. Seriously, that, the first chapter and the last chapter were banged out first. The quick reference was that the name Anne knew Charlie by was the same fake name he gave his doctor in the last story.
foolartist02: charlie thinking bwfoolartist02 on December 17th, 2008 02:17 pm (UTC)
“Hold this, Don.” Alan thrust the bowl into Don’s hands and pulled Anne into a tight hug. “Welcome to the family.”

OMG *Screaming Laughter* I think I scared my cat.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 17th, 2008 06:37 pm (UTC)
Always glad when I can manage that.