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16 November 2007 @ 07:41 am
Vignettes - Part 8: Six Digit Prime  

Title: Vignettes - Part 8: Six Digit Prime

Author: [info]ladygray99

Chapter: 8/36

Pairing: Charlie/Colby

Rating: FRT

Disclaimer: Belongs to many other people, not me

Warnings/Squicks: Drunkness and math

Summary: What moments mark a friendship, a love, a marriage, a lifetime?

Previous chapters: On The Range

Notes: Might not get to post tomorrow so I’m posting tonight.

Beta(s): The amazing [info]irena_adler long may she write.


Six Digit Prime

David was bouncing on the balls of his feet outside the bar when Colby finally showed up.

“Hey man, what’s the emergency?” Colby asked.

“It’s Charlie.” At Colby’s confused look, David continued, “Look, his girl left him or something. He’s shit-faced and trying to pick a fight with a bunch of off-duty cops and he won’t leave.”

“So you called me?”

“He likes you.”

“Why not Don?”

“Believe me if you were him, you would not want your brother to see you this way.”

Colby entered the bar with trepidation. David had not been exaggerating. Charlie was only just standing at the bar, an array of shot glasses in front of him.

“Come on.” He gestured grandly to the people at the bar. “First person who can give me a seven digit prime, I’ll clear their tab, or marry you, whichever you want.” Everyone turned away, trying to ignore the obnoxious drunk. “Ok, six digits, I’ll make it easy. Anyone?”

“139,969.” Colby said loud enough for Charlie to hear. The mathematician spun around so fast he nearly fell over. When he regained his balance, he flung his arms wide.

“Colby! My good friend.” In a breath, Charlie went from happy to depressed, and wrapped his arms around Colby. “My good friend who won’t leave me for some Bombay banker, just ‘cause her dad can’t balance a check book and it’s all so fucked up.” Charlie sobbed. Colby heard a snicker from some corner of the bar and carefully peeled Charlie off, letting him attach to David, then approached the bartender.

“You a friend of his?” the bartender asked.

“Yeah. I’ll take him off your hands.”

“Good, I was about to call the cops.”

Colby pulled out his ID. “FBI. He’s with us.” The bar man shook his head sadly, “What’s the damage?” Colby asked.

“He’s been running a tab on credit. Pre-signed. Said he was trying to drink away an engagement ring.”

Colby cringed. “Ok. Add a bottle of tequila to go and cut him off.”

“Sure thing.” The barman handed over the bottle, the card, and a stack of napkins with Charlie’s equations all over it. “I thought they might be important.”

Colby flipped through them not recognizing anything. “If I tell you, I’d have to kill you.” He told the bar tender with a smile.

David and Colby each grabbed one of Charlie’s arms and hauled him out to Colby’s car. Once they had him strapped in and mumbling to himself, David asked, “A six digit prime?”

“Miss Honeyweather. Ninth grade. Five foot two, eyes of blue, and you got to memorize prime numbers for extra credit.” Colby smiled wistfully at the memory.

“And you still remember?”

“Oh, Miss Honeyweather was very inspirational.”

David gave a chuckle. “I bet. You sure you got him?”

“No problem. I’ll take him up to the hills, let him howl at the moon a bit.”


Charlie sat on the rocky ground and leaned against the bumper of Colby’s FBI-issued Ford and drank something from a bottle. He wasn’t sure what. The lights of L.A. sparkled beneath him. He picked up a rock and threw it at the lights. It landed somewhere in the darkness with a crunch.

Colby watched as Charlie tossed one rock then another. Before long he was on his feet, flinging stones at the vast unfairness of life, a great scream coming from somewhere long ignored. He finally threw the nearly empty bottle and listened to it shatter.

Colby caught Charlie as he fell over and began to cry. He knew this wasn’t his job or his place. It should be Don or even Larry but when you’re the guy who’s there...

Colby rubbed what he hoped were soothing circles on Charlie’s back until the young man passed out.


Alan opened the door at an ungodly hour of the night to find Agent Granger cradling his youngest son awkwardly in his arms.

“Oh my God! What..?

“Shhhhh. He just passed out. Where’s his room?”

“This way.” Alan quickly waved him in and up stairs. “What happened?”

“Pulled him out of the bar, very drunk.”

“I don’t understand." Alan said with a shake of his head. "Charlie doesn’t drink like that.”

“Amita left him.” Colby said gently.

“Yeah, like two weeks ago.”

“Well, I think it finally sunk in.” Colby gently laid Charlie on his bed on his side then grabbed a metal waist basket and put by the bed at easy puking distance.

“Thank you for doing this.”

“Hey, Don’s hauled my sorry drunk ass out of the bar more than once. Least I can do.”

Alan pulled off Charlie’s shoes and put light blanket over his boy. “Can I get you anything?”

“Glass of water would be great.”

The kitchen light seemed unpleasantly harsh after the dark drive from the hills.

“I guess he really had a thing for Amita.”

Alan shrugged. “I think he was more in love with the idea of her.”

Colby nodded, understanding. “I’ve had a few of those. They always seem to hurt more somehow. "

"Speaking as someone much older and possibly wiser, he’ll live. He’ll fell like hell in the morning, try to solve that minesweeper thing for a week, then be back on the case.”

“Make sure he eats, he’s looking a little too thin, dear god I just channeled my mother.” Colby said, then looked horrified.

Alan laughed. “Don’t panic ‘till you channel your mother and father simultaneously. That’s when it’s time to throw in the towel, get married, and have kids.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Hey, can Charlie really hum the entire white album?”


fredbassettfredbassett on November 15th, 2007 07:49 pm (UTC)
Aw, nice one, hon! Colby channelling his mother was a superb line, and I adored Alan's response. Brilliant!
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 15th, 2007 07:56 pm (UTC)
In the vast much more detailed story arch in my head Alan is still a little mad at Colby for teaching Charlie how to shoot at this point. It gave Charlie nightmares and Colby is trying to make amends here.
athenedeinonychus_1 on November 15th, 2007 08:49 pm (UTC)
Awwww, sweet. And I second Fred's comment: the look on Colby's face when he realises he's channeling his mother!
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 15th, 2007 09:12 pm (UTC)
Everyone does it sooner or later. I think Charlie would bring out a bit of the mothering in Colby.
Gwaihirilgwaihiril on November 15th, 2007 10:19 pm (UTC)
Colby knows primes! That's awesome. I like that David decides that Colby is a good enough friend of Charlie's to call to hlep him. And I must agree with everyone else, that Colby channeling his mother is really funny.
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 16th, 2007 04:03 am (UTC)
Of course Colby know's primes. How can someon ever win Charlie's heart without knowing primes. ;-) I don't believe in dumb!Colby
tayla36tayla36 on November 16th, 2007 02:24 pm (UTC)
Oohh. Now Charlie has to marry Colby, right?

Love this series
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 16th, 2007 04:28 pm (UTC)
Yes. Yes he does. ;-)
thady: PG: smokingthady on November 16th, 2007 07:01 pm (UTC)
I'm always looking forward to the stories! :)

This is a nice one, I really like Colby here. Good friend. And he even knows a prime number!
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 16th, 2007 07:05 pm (UTC)
And good friends are how you start good relationships. :-)
boymommytotwoboymommytotwo on March 9th, 2008 04:05 pm (UTC)
...it’s time to throw in the towel, get married, and have kids...”

ladygray99ladygray99 on March 9th, 2008 07:38 pm (UTC)
Yes. :-) Perhaps.
laura_trekkielaura_trekkie on January 19th, 2009 06:14 pm (UTC)
Okay, I know I said I wouldn't comment on every chapter, but that was before they started getting a little longer and a bit more meaty plot-wise.

David's a chicken *g*. Why didn't he get Charlie out of the bar instead of calling Colby in?

Still, I'm glad he did call Colby, because it was nice to see how he looked after Charlie, gave him just what he needed and then took him home. I also had to grin at him channelling his mother and Alan telling him it got worse *g*.

ladygray99ladygray99 on January 19th, 2009 08:17 pm (UTC)
David has his reasons for calling Colby ;-)
emmatheancienemmatheancien on January 17th, 2010 02:30 pm (UTC)
Poor Charlie...but I bet (because I know for sure ^^) that Colby will cheer him up ;)

BTW, I hope it's okay I post my comments at the end of some chapters, it'll be more easy for me than to write a big comments after I read all of it. I'm like a Doris from Finding Nemo my memory is not that good.
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 17th, 2010 02:36 pm (UTC)
That's fine. I like comments as people go. I'm desperately waiting for someone OCD enough to comment on each Silk Pillow drabble. (Of course now I have 'just keep swimming' going through my head.)
emmatheancienemmatheancien on January 18th, 2010 10:28 pm (UTC)
I'm so sorry, I don't know what OCD stands for, I'm french so I don't recognize some of the abreviations, sorry.

And the Silk pillow drabble are they part of the Vignettes ?
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 19th, 2010 02:16 am (UTC)
OCD is Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Silk Pillow is a completely desperate 'verse comprised of 233 drabbles. It's Ian/Charlie and involves BDSM. It's not everyones thing but it's part of my first post master list if you're interested.
emmatheancienemmatheancien on February 25th, 2010 12:22 am (UTC)
Thanks for the info, well I might be that person XD I usually wait the end of a story to post a comment but with drabble it's not the same thing :)

Well I love a lot of things, inclunding BDSM so it's not bothering me. I'm reading another big 'verse right now (I think you read it too, the Watson 'verse by Irena Adler) I'm halfway through it. But when I would have finished I'll go through your Silk pillow, I love how writers write about Ian ^^
ladygray99ladygray99 on February 25th, 2010 03:09 am (UTC)
Watson is a pretty epic read but when you get through that and you're read here's Silk Pillow. http://ladygray99.livejournal.com/134281.html
emmatheancienemmatheancien on February 25th, 2010 11:39 am (UTC)
Thanks for the link :)