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07 December 2008 @ 08:00 am
A Woman Waits for Met 17/39  
 Title: A Woman Waits for Me
Chapter: 17/39
Author: ladygray99
Pairing: Charlie/Colby, Don/OFC
Summary: When Don’s life slides into the darkness only family will help him find his way out. – In which Charlie might cause the end of the world and doesn’t take it well.
Rating: R
Word Count: 3,956
Warning: Violence
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 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16
Authors Notes: Because it’s not enough to have just one thing going wrong. This is a little weird and a little different. Oh, and after getting wanked on by another fandom yesterday and seeing a bit wank directed to a fellow N3 writer today I just want to say to my regular readers I love you all, you’re all great, you make my days worth it.
Betas:swingandswirl  and riverotter1951



Part 17

The Cries of the Possible Dead


Alan watched as a scowl darkened Colby’s features. Not many things did that, really, but war reports on the evening news were one of them. Especially when they talked about Afghanistan. Charlie was on the couch next to Colby, scribbling in a notebook, only half listening to the news. Charlie only half listened to anything these days. Alan shook his head. Charlie had been working himself into the ground for reasons he was unwilling or unable to explain and even Colby seemed to be at a loss to explain why.

The news switched to a recorded briefing by some general. ‘Today we announce the commencement of Operation Caissa’ Charlie’s head snapped up. ‘The first wave in this operation has already commenced with a decisive victory over forces in Afghanistan.’ Colby snorted but Charlie’s jaw had dropped open.

“No,” he whispered softly. The general kept talking. “Oh, no, no, no, no, no...” Charlie jumped up and headed to the garage. Colby looked over his shoulder to watch Charlie go, then looked at Alan and shrugged. It wasn’t like Charlie running off the garage at random moments was a new thing. Alan watched the rest of the general’s speech with Colby. Apparently the Pentagon had some new scheme to have a decisive victory against America’s enemies.

Alan shook his head again. It would be funny if they weren’t several years past it being a joke. Alan flipped the TV to mute as Colby got up and headed for the garage himself. Alan remembered the days when he stood on protest lines screaming that the US had been in Vietnam for two whole years and it was two years too many. He had a hard time remembering how long they’d been in Afghanistan, nine years, ten. Too many, that was a fact.

There was a crash from the garage. Alan sprang up.

“Charlie!” he called out, bursting into the garage and into a nightmare. Two of Charlie’s boards had toppled and Colby had Charlie’s arms locked behind him like a prisoner. There was blood, bright red, on Colby’s white t-shirt. Charlie was struggling, tears running down his face. Alan felt the rage well up in him. “Colby! Let him go!” Alan shouted.

“I can’t do that, Alan.” Colby replied in a strangely level tone.

“Let him go! I’m…I’m calling the police!” Colby let Charlie go. Charlie’s arms dropped and he stumbled a few feet away from Colby. Alan could see long scratches on Charlie’s arms that were bleeding. There was blood under Charlie’s nails. Charlie took a few breaths and swayed like he was standing on the edge of a precipice before he began to savagely claw at his arms, making the scratches longer and deeper.

Colby grabbed Charlie’s wrists and yanked Charlie’s arms across his chest, holding him like a human strait jacket. Charlie began to struggle again.

“Come on, Charlie, calm down. We’re not doing this.” Colby said softly “Whatever it is, this isn’t how we deal with it. You know that.”

Alan took a few tentative steps towards the scene. “Charlie, what’s wrong?” The tears had not begun to abate. Charlie looked up at him. Alan’s heart stopped. The look in Charlie’s eyes was a terrifying mix of grief and madness.

“Hate me.” Charlie choked out.

“What?”

“Hate. Me.” Charlie choked out between sobs. “I have killed now, I’ve killed us all.”

Alan looked at Colby who shook his head obviously just as confused.

“Charlie, you haven’t hurt anyone.” Alan said carefully.

Charlie closed his eyes and began to rock back and forth, still held tight by Colby. “Thousands, millions, Caissa, Caissa. I’ve killed us all.”

“Charlie, no one is dead.”

Charlie twitched and shuttered “Just a game, just a game. A perfect game.” He suddenly became still and opened his eyes again. “Hate me.” He hissed out. “You are a man of peace, always peace.” Charlie made a sound like a cat with a hair ball. “I am a god of war, I am death’s hook-nosed little accountant, why won’t you hate me!?”

Alan reached out carefully to try to touch Charlie, as if he could somehow put some sanity back into his son’s eyes with just a touch.

Charlie wrenched his way out of Colby’s grip and stumbled away from Colby and Alan. He looked at his hands.

“Not enough,” he whispered. Before Alan or Colby could move Charlie snatched up shard of broken coffee cup, knocked from somewhere by a toppling board, and began to cut at his own hand.

“No!” Alan and Colby shouted together. In one quick move Colby and Charlie pinned to the floor. The shard went skittering across the room, Charlie’s bloody hand leaving prints on the floor. Alan grabbed a napkin left over from some lunch and knelt down pressing it to the cut on Charlie’s hand. This was the scene Don walked into.

“What the fuck!” He shouted. Charlie was sobbing hysterically now.

“I don’t know, Don.” Colby said quickly. “There was something on the news about a new military operation and he completely flipped out.”

“Let him up, Granger.” Don barked.

“Not a good idea, Donnie.” Alan said quickly, his heart still pounding.

“I said let him up. That’s an order!”

Colby rolled off of Charlie and Charlie skittered away across the floor before scrambling to his feet. Alan got up watching Charlie carefully for any sudden movement. The tears began to fade but the wild look in Charlie’s eyes didn’t.

“Okay, Charlie, what the fuck is going on?” Don asked harshly.

“I killed us all.”

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that, buddy.”

“Caissa. They wanted a game, a perfect game, victory guaranteed, all costs, all variables, all units. Just a game, just a game.” Charlie wrapped his arms around himself and began to rock.

“Oh, fuck.” Colby said softly. Alan snapped his head towards Colby who took a few careful steps towards Charlie. “You gave them a war game, Charlie, didn’t you? Caissa, goddess of chess. Doesn’t matter how many pieces you lose as long as you get the king.”

“Just a game.” Charlie whispered.

“But it’s not a game. They’ve implemented it, haven’t they? Operation Caissa.”

“Just a game.” Charlie whispered again.

“Charlie,” Don said carefully. “How many pieces get lost to win this game?”

“Chess, game theory, shooting chains, retaliations, pawn for pawn, locked in combos, us, them, us, them, white goes first, no other moves.” Charlie had begun to claw at his wrists again.

Don took a couple of long steps across the garage and picked Charlie up by arms pinning him to the wall with a solid impact.

“How many, Charlie? What’s the endgame?” Don hissed. The force of the impact seemed to snap Charlie back for a moment.

“We lose two thirds of our civilian population to a coordinated terrorist strike before nuking the Middle East, and half of central Asia into a sheet of glass.” Charlie hissed back, ice dripping from his voice. Don dropped Charlie.

“Oh my god, Charlie, you thought of this?!” Alan couldn’t keep the horror from his voice.

“I told you to hate me.” Charlie replied with a sick chuckle. “Even if they remove nuclear strike as an option it won’t actually diminish their retaliatory moves, we still lose major industrial centers. Of course, they lose everything and that’s why we win.” Charlie chuckled again. “But we don’t really win because we’ll be fatally crippled and bring down the world economy and the resulting war will be something even I can’t calculate.

“You got to stop them, Charlie.” Don said.

“Just a game.” Don picked up Charlie again and slammed him against the wall.

“Donnie!” Alan shouted

“If this is your idea Charlie then you’ve got to stop it.”

“They’ve already started!” Charlie shouted. “We’re all dead!”

“You’re not even going to try?”

“They won’t listen!”

“Well they’ve listened once.” Don growled.

“We’re all dead.” Charlie sobbed out.

“We’re all dead.” Don repeated. “Fine.” He dropped Charlie and pulled his gun from its holster. Alan’s heart froze. Even after all these years he’d never see the gun in his son’s hands. Only worn on his side or tucked under a jacket. Don put the gun to his head. “Come on! If you’re not going to try why the hell should I bother?!” Don shouted. Charlie reached for the gun but Don took a step back.

“Don!”

“Donnie!” Alan shouted.

“If we’re all dead anyway then I’m just beating the rush!” Don lowered the gun and quickly shoved it into Charlie’s hand so the muzzle was against Don’s chest. “Come on! Pull it.” Charlie’s hands were shaking and tears were streaming down his face again. “You know how. And when you’re done here why don’t you go across town and finish off my wife and son!”

“What?” Alan and Colby exclaimed in unison. Don ignored them. Charlie’s breath hitched.

“Yeah, remember them? Why don’t you go tell Anne to forget about trying to fight to keep that child alive, tell her to forget about the medications and bed rest and constant mind-numbing worry and fear because we’re all dead already!” Don was shouting at top of his voice.

Charlie’s hands shook violently. Alan could hear the gun rattle. Blood from Charlie’s cut hand dripped from it.

“I don’t know how.” Charlie squeaked out.

“Then figure it out. Time to be an adult. Time to clean up your own mess.”

“I didn’t start this!”

“Well, no one else is going to stop it!”

“They’ll want something else, they’ll want a reason!”

“Then give them one! Since when have you found a problem you couldn’t beat to death with math!?”

Charlie collapsed to the floor and began to cry but the sobs were softer, saner, cleansing. He put the gun on the floor next to him and buried his face in his knees.

“Can you fix this, Charlie?” Don asked softly. Charlie shrugged. “Are you willing to try?” Charlie nodded. “Okay.”

“Um...Donnie?” Alan asked carefully.

Don turned to his father and sighed. “Anne’s five months in and could miscarry at any moment.” Don replied to the unasked question. “We signed marriage papers so I could get her on my insurance policy.”

Alan nodded. “I see.” It was rapidly all becoming too much for one night. Colby knelt down next to Charlie and pressed the napkins against his hand again. He was gently stroking the side of Charlie’s face as the tears began to dry up.

“Maybe...” Charlie said softly. “Maybe...there’s nine days before the next phase, maybe if I take two days, write something up, go out there. Maybe I can knock some sense into… someone. Murphy likes me.”

“Who’s Murphy?” Don asked

“Chief of staff.”

“White House Chief of Staff?” Alan asked.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” Don said lightly. “Starting tomorrow morning you’ve got nine days to save the world.” Charlie gave a chuckle and a sniffle.

“Don?” Colby said. “Could you take Charlie upstairs to his room? I’ll be up in a bit.”

“Sure thing. Oh, you’ve got the 48 hour flu.”

“Thanks.”

Don gingerly helped Charlie to his feet and ushered him out of the garage like an invalid. Colby watched them go.

When the door was closed Colby fished his cell from his pocket and quickly dialed it. “Dr. Goldman, This is James Hoover… Yes, I’m sorry I had to use this number...look, I need to get Christian in for X-rays first thing in the morning… three ribs, I think… no, ER ain’t an option tonight… yeah, one of those nights… no, I’m fine… we’ll make it ‘till morning but… 8 am? All right, thank you.”

“X-rays? What do you need X-rays for?” Alan asked.

“Charlie’s probably cracked three ribs.”

Alan jumped up. “He should go to the hospital!”

“Alan, taking Charlie to the E.R. ends one of two ways. Either they believe him when he says he caused all his own injuries and he spends the night in five point restraints in the psych ward or they don’t believe him and I spend the night in lock up on domestic abuse charges and right now we can’t afford either.”

Colby dialed another number. “Dr Anar, this is Colby Granger. I need to set up an emergency appointment for Charlie Eppes, ASAP and um… we probably need to discuss adjusting his medication a little, or maybe an emergency supply of something stronger, I’m not sure. Give me a call back on the file number as soon as you get this.”

“Charlie’s on medication?”

“Yes.” Colby snapped and dialed another number. “Sherwood, this is Granger, it’s Charlie, call me back, secure line, secondary number.”

“What are you calling him for?”

“Charlie’s about to climb Everest with a screw loose, he needs a Tensing that knows that mountain better than I do.” Colby took a big breath and dialed another number. “Hey Anne, it’s Colby. No, Don is fine, don’t worry… Look, I just heard… I understand… Charlie’s had a bad night…we’ll live...um… I’m sending Don home in a bit, he’s watching Charlie now… He’s going to be a little fragile when he gets home, can you just…Yeah… thanks… two?...okay, I’ll see if I can get Charlie there, but… okay…You have a good night.”

Colby clicked off the phone and quickly dialed again. “Dr. Bradford, this is Colby Granger. Um, look, some shit’s gone down on the home front and it might be a good idea if you drag in Don tomorrow, we don’t have anything hot but he’s got a thing at two. Maybe grab him in the morning before the caffeine hits his brain and he can clam up. I’m going to be out of the office for a few days but when I get back, yeah, well, that’s all.”

Alan watched as Colby collapsed on the couch and pressed his fists to his eyes. Something in Alan finally snapped.

“What the hell are you doing, Granger? What gives you the right...”

“Alan!” Colby snapped. “Could you please hold it together?”

“Hold it together! My son just aimed a gun and his own head and…”

“And it’s not the first time and god knows it probably won’t be the last and yes, Charlie is on medication and Don’s depressed and please, please, Alan, hold it together.”

“How can you...”

“Alan,” Colby pleaded, the tone bringing Alan up short. “Please, Alan, for the love of anything you might believe in, please hold it together tonight. I can handle Charlie being a fruit loop, I’m used to it by now and I can handle Don melting down ‘cause I’ve seen it before but please Alan you are the one sane Eppes left standing tonight and I need you to hold it together. Please.” Colby begged.

Alan looked at Colby. The man looked exhausted and there were scratches on his arms from where Charlie had clawed at him.

“Does this happen a lot?”

Colby shrugged. “I’ve never seen it quite this bad. I guess it’s like an earthquake; we were way overdue, so it’s a big one. Oh god, I thought we were over this, he was doing so damn well.”

“And Donnie?”

“Well I haven’t smelled gun oil on his breath since he met Anne, but if she loses that baby… Shit, no wonder he’s been cranky.”

Alan sat down hard, just trying to process. He looked at Colby again.

“Why?” he finally asked.

“Why what?”

“Why…why?” Alan said waving his hands around.

Colby shrugged. “It’s what I do.”

“Arrange shrink visits and doctor’s appointments for my sons?”

“Sometimes, yeah.”

“But why?”

Colby sighed “Somebody’s got to.”

“Why you, I mean who asked you?”

“Charlie did.” Colby snapped. “He, for all intents and purposes, walked up to me one night and said I am a genius, I can do great things for the human condition, but I’m also stark raving bonkers and I can’t do this alone anymore and I want you.”

Colby scrubbed at his eyes. “And I said okay, and by the time I realized just what I was getting into I was in love and it was too damn late and Charlie, for whatever weird reason, decided to love me in return, so this is what I do.”

He put his face in his hands and Alan saw the cracks begin to appear. “Alan, I have done bad things, I have killed, I have lied, I have betrayed, I have turned a blind eye to things that in a just world should have me before a war crimes tribunal. I don’t know if I believe in Hell but if it exists I’m probably going there. Charlie is possibly the greatest of us, and loving him, being loved by him, making sure every damn day that he can continue to be great, it’s my salvation, it’s my penance and it’s all I’ve got.”

Alan closed his eyes, determined not to cry over the madness of the last half hour.

“I don’t understand, Colby. I don’t understand where my little boys have gone.”

“They grew up, and the world got dark.”

Alan looked down at his hands, they were shaking and he couldn’t seem to get them to stop.

“Alan, once this is over...Once Don calms down and Charlie saves the world, you can have the biggest, angriest, drunken breakdown you can manage. You can rage against everything you don’t understand and I’ll pick you up afterwards but please, I need to take care of Charlie right now.”

Alan balled his shaking hands into fists and took long breaths. Colby got up and left the garage.

Alan looked around. The place was a mess. Charlie’s boards were toppled, papers were scattered, and bloody hand prints were beginning to dry on the floor. Alan wandered over to Don’s gun on the floor where Charlie left it.

‘Glock 23.’ The thought popped up in Alan’s head. Somewhere over the years he had learned that. ‘13 rounds.’ He wondered how many people his little boy had killed with that gun. ‘Too many.’ Still not nearly as many deaths as his innocent little Charlie could have on his hands already, his beautiful mind of fractals and chess and balanced equations turned towards war.

Alan reached down to pick up the gun.

“Don’t touch it.”

Alan yanked his hand back and spun around. Don was taking quick steps across the garage. He snatched up his gun from the floor and quickly holstered it, seemingly not noticing the transfer of his brother’s blood to his hands.

“How’s Charlie?” Alan asked.

“He is now as he ever was and ever will be,” Don replied, voice heavy with sarcasm.

“Don!” Alan snapped.

“Sorry. He’ll be fine.” Don turned to leave.

“Donnie, wait. We need to talk.”

“I need to get home, Dad.”

“I know, I know.” Alan ran his hand through his ever-thinning hair. “I just...Do you love her?”

“Who, Anne?”

“Yes, Anne.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Are you planning to stay married?”

Don threw his arms in the air. “I don’t know, Dad. We just...I’ve had other things to worry about, okay?”

“Donnie, I think you know.”

Don shook his head. “She makes me happy, Dad, happier than I’ve been in a long time and seeing as how I just put my own gun to my head you should use that as a point of reference. So, yeah. I’ll stay with her for as long as she’ll have my raggedy, useless, fucked-up ass.”

Alan gave a serious nod. “Good. Come here.”

“Dad...” Don started to protest.

“Come here.” Alan repeated with as much force as he could muster.

Don took a few steps and stood in front of his father. Alan slipped his wedding ring from his finger and before Don could react, roughly grabbed his left hand and shoved it on.

“Dad!” Don yanked his hand back.

“Just until you get your own. You’re a married man now, with all the position and responsibility that goes with it. The world should know that.”

Don looked down at his hand and gave a slow nod. “Okay.”

“Okay. Go home to your wife. We’ll take care of things here.”

Don nodded again and slowly walked away.

Alan looked around the wreckage again. He hoisted one board to a standing position, then another. The second had a crack running across the corner and a gouge in the middle. Charlie would be pissed, but it was his own fault.

Looking at the crack, Alan felt drained in a way he hadn’t in years. He headed upstairs, determined to find his bed. He passed Charlie’s room, where the door was open a crack. He peeked in. Charlie sat on the edge of his bed without a shirt. Colby was wrapping a long white bandage around Charlie’s chest. It went with the white bandages on his hands and arms.

Alan shivered. The image was too close to the month Charlie had spent ghosting around the house, wrapped in bandages, trying to pretend everything was alright. Of course, Colby hadn’t been there that month, and for Charlie, that was half the problem.

Alan wandered to his own room, running his hand along the frame of Margaret’s wedding photo on the way.

He lay down on the bed meant for two without even bothering to change, bits of Charlie’s blood on his hands and cuffs. He closed his eyes and prayed for sleep.

~

Alan took Margaret’s hand. Charlie laughed and squealed as Don chased him around the yard with the hose.

“Make it rain, Donnie!” Charlie asked with a clap of his hands.

Don pointed the hose in the air and the water came down on Charlie, face still round with baby fat and eyes bright.

“What happened, Margaret? When did we let Charlie break?”

“He never did. Even inside me he twisted about, kicked and fought. Don was the quiet one.”

“I don’t know if I can keep him without you. I don’t know how to take care of him.”

“I’m sorry, love, but you have to let him play the game.”

Charlie tripped and fell hard.

“Oh, Charlie!” Alan ran and crouched down to pick him up. Charlie stood up, all smiles. “Oh, Charlie, look at your hands.” Charlie held up his hands and giggled

“It doesn’t hurt, Daddy.” Blood ran down Charlie’s hands to his wrists. Blood dripped from skinned knees and pooled at Charlie’s feet. Alan went to grab Charlie’s hands. Charlie was suddenly lifted off his feet. Alan stood. Colby held Charlie on his hip, Charlie’s arms were wrapped around Colby’s neck leaving little bloody hand prints.

“Give him back.”

“He’s too heavy for you.”

Don stepped up to Colby’s side dressed in black. He had a gun. Hundreds of faceless men in suits gathered behind him.

“Don’t you dare, Donnie...” Don handed Charlie the gun, Charlie taking it into his pudgy hands.

“It’s okay Dad. It’s just a game.”

The blood still flowed from Charlie’s hands and dripped off the gun. Colby whispered in Charlie’s ear. “Play the game.” He put Charlie down. Charlie giggled and ran into the mass of faceless suits

“No! Charlie, come back.” Alan pushed past Don and Colby and into the sea of suits. He could hear Charlie laugh and giggle somewhere.

Alan pushed into a clearing. Charlie sat on the end of a table. He was dressed like a soldier, his head was shaved. There was a roar and war jets flew overhead. Alan looked at Charlie. The table had filled with men in uniform. Charlie put the gun to his head.

“It’s okay, Dad, it’s just a game. And I’m very good at games.” There was a bang and Alan’s eyes flew open, his body still paralyzed with sleep. He sucked in a deep breath and began to cry.

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ladygray99ladygray99 on December 6th, 2008 07:25 pm (UTC)
:-) They say you shouldn't study strait through anyways. Study, read, study, read.
pakspaksenarrion2 on December 6th, 2008 07:43 pm (UTC)
You have reduced me to tears. This was scary and dark and painful and amazing.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 6th, 2008 08:20 pm (UTC)
Thank you. This little arch has a couple of more parts coming.
PenguinGoddessclonus7 on December 6th, 2008 09:00 pm (UTC)
I am bowing to your greatness... I can't think of any adequate words to describe this chapter. It's that deep, that descriptive and that brillant. You make me want to take Colby, wrap him up and just love him forever. No person, not even for love should have to endure what he does... I could feel his pain.

Now, I'm going to go grab a box of tissues (so I don't have to use my hand again) and re-read the chapter.

Patiently waiting for more.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 6th, 2008 09:28 pm (UTC)
Awwww Don't cry. :(
And don't worry. When Colby has rough spots Charlie is there for him to.
Devo79devo79 on December 6th, 2008 10:04 pm (UTC)
ow :(
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 6th, 2008 11:33 pm (UTC)
sorry
ninou1ninou1 on December 6th, 2008 10:44 pm (UTC)
I'm just speechless... and crying, dark, dark an dark...
I'm happy in a way, that Alan knows about his son wife and son. And I'm so sad, so sad...

Very intense, very ggod chapter, the best so far in my opinion.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 6th, 2008 11:33 pm (UTC)
Thank you. It'll all lighten up before the end I promise.
riverotter1951: Firestarriverotter1951 on December 6th, 2008 10:53 pm (UTC)
Wow. I think the other shoe dropped. Alan just learned more about Charlie and that Don is married and expecting a child. Perfect -Don took a few steps and stood in front of his father. Alan slipped his wedding ring from his finger and before Don could react, roughly grabbed his left hand and shoved it on. “Dad!” Don yanked his hand back. “Just until you get your own. You’re a married man now, with all the position and responsibility that goes with it. The world should know that.” - Alan showing his support in a very positive way.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 6th, 2008 11:34 pm (UTC)
Ummmmm. How many shoes can a story have? Actually I guess this is the last major shoe. The rest is just fall out.
(no subject) - riverotter1951 on December 7th, 2008 12:11 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - ladygray99 on December 7th, 2008 12:13 am (UTC) (Expand)
wcpjfditdov on December 7th, 2008 12:10 am (UTC)
Today I was trying to write down some thoughts about the Wars as well, with the little time I had between work and projects and deadlines, but the words aren't coming and the more I think about it the more upset and depressed I get, and your story just makes me want to sit here and cry.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 7th, 2008 12:13 am (UTC)
Don't cry too much. Charlie's going to try and fix it.
mikes_grrl on December 7th, 2008 12:58 am (UTC)
This was tragically beautiful. What a way for Alan to find out Don's secret...well, to find out everything, really.

Charlie is so strong and normally I would be askance at him cracking that hard, but you've set it up perfectly with him working double time for Don's sake and worrying about Don's family and keeping a "family" secret from his father and Colby. It all helped erase that line Charlie draws between "work" and "personal" and so when he realized what was going on with the military, it all came crashing down. And while it would have been easy to just let Charlie go "drama queen" all the way, you kept the relationships between these men paramount in the story telling and it was pitch perfect.

My heart breaks for Alan, though; he really HAS lost his sons, in so many ways. Of course everyone is flawed and Alan should know that, but I think it would be hard for him as a loving father to see that, much less having to deal with the extremes his sons have gone too. *hugs Alan*

Great, really really great chapter!
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 7th, 2008 01:06 am (UTC)
Normally I wouldn't have Charlie break down that badly either it's just he's been under a lot of stress lately and this is really just kind of a last straw situation.

Alan's figured that since his boys are still in his life he's still in their life. He's sort of forgotten that at some point kids start protecting their parents from unplesent truths.

He's going to find his place again though. Don't worry.
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ladygray99ladygray99 on December 7th, 2008 01:07 am (UTC)
I think they all need hugs.
idle_devilidle_devil on December 7th, 2008 01:48 am (UTC)
Wow! What an amazing chapter! Thank you for going into depth about the ramifications of what Charlie does for all the alphabet soup agencies and departments. The show skimmed over the effects of Charlie's work in the episode about the prediction program, but that was about it.

At first I was a little skeptical that even the DoD would be stupid enough to put such an insane end-game plan into effect, but the more I thought about it, the more it sounded like something the military contingent would come up with. Have you ever seen the movie "Thirteen Days"? If not, then you definitely should! It's about the Cuban Missile Crisis and one of the scenes where Kennedy and the Joint Chiefs are discussing what to do is terrifyingly similar to this end-game plan.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 7th, 2008 01:52 am (UTC)
Well they didn't really take all of Charlie's game, just bits of it then slapped in some other shit and though they could make it work. Charlie's mainly pissed about them fucking with his work than anything else.
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mass_hipgnosis on December 7th, 2008 04:35 am (UTC)
OMGOMGOMGOMG! lkdjfgnblsdkfjb s! *hands*

*iz ded*
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 7th, 2008 06:02 am (UTC)
ummmmm....Can I take that as a good thing?
Erinstarlettmalfoy on December 7th, 2008 08:36 am (UTC)
Gosh, that was great. And sad... But I'm really looking forward to the next part. ^^
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 7th, 2008 10:08 am (UTC)
thank you. more in the morning.
clairelesley on December 7th, 2008 10:36 am (UTC)
OMG!
That is so powerful - the imagery so vivid I can see it playing out in my head while the tears stream down my face!
Anyone have any tissue's?
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 7th, 2008 07:00 pm (UTC)
*hands tissue*
fredbassettfredbassett on December 7th, 2008 09:24 pm (UTC)
Oh my god that was a helluva chapter. Absolutely breathtaking.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 7th, 2008 10:45 pm (UTC)
Thank you.
twins_m0m on December 8th, 2008 11:47 pm (UTC)
Charlie starts a war! OMG! Poor Colby having to be the only sane one in the house. This was breath-sucking out of me painful to read. But yes, I loved it. My favorite was Alan giving Don his wedding ring. A simple touch of love and acceptance in all the chaos.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 9th, 2008 12:09 am (UTC)
Yes Colby really needs hugs right now. And Charlie didn't start it, really. It was already there, he just worked out a REALLY last resort idea for winning it. He should have written that on the first page in big letters. LAST RESORT, DO NOT USE