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08 December 2008 @ 08:10 am
A Woman Waits for Me 18/39  
Title: A Woman Waits for Me
: 18/39
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. – Agent Sherwood returns and conversations are had.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3,346
Warning: none
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 17
Authors Notes: So, the mighty return of Agent Sherwood. If you don’t remember who he is go here. I’ve hopefully fleshed him out a little so tell me what you all think.
Betas:swingandswirl  and riverotter1951 

Part 18

Debris of Artistic Endeavors

The knock on the door was soft, polite, causing Alan to wonder as he opened it. He hadn’t seen the young man on the other side in nearly two years yet Alan recognized him immediately.

“Agent Sherwood.”

“Mr. Eppes. Is Dr. Eppes in?”

“No.” Alan snapped. “If you’re here to give him more work...”

Sherwood raised his hands. “I’m here merely as a friend and fellow citizen who would rather not see LA become a glowing puddle of nuclear fallout.”

Alan gave a tight nod. “Charlie’s at the doctor’s, he should be home soon. You can wait inside.”

“Thank you.” Sherwood said with a slight smile and nod.

Alan led Sherwood to the dinning room were he’d been trying to read the paper. “Can I get you some coffee?”

“That would be lovely. Thank you.” Alan quickly looked over the agent before grabbing a cup out of the kitchen. Sherwood looked immaculate. The suit was perfectly pressed, not a hair was out of place, and he sat with an easy perfect posture that would put a dancer to shame. The overall effect was more than a little intimidating. Of course, that was probably the effect he was going for. Alan was willing to place money the man was younger than Charlie, not much taller, and a little on the skinny side.

Alan poured a cup and took it out to Sherwood, who was looking around the dining room.

“This is a lovely home you have, Mr. Eppes.”

“Thank you. Technically it’s Charlie’s.”

Sherwood gave a slight smile. “Of course.” Sherwood took a sip of the coffee and blinked a few times. “Ah, and this would be Charlie’s ‘never say die’ blend.”

“Well considering the situation…” Alan squinted at Sherwood. “Did you know about..?”

Sherwood shook his head. “I am only responsible for Dr. Eppes’ security and intelligence work. The Pentagon has its own people keeping track of his military work, and his work for other agencies is sporadic enough that they don’t bother having someone assigned to him full-time.”

“You know, when Charlie said he consulted for the government now and again, I didn’t think… Well, I figured most of it was FBI to keep Don happy.”

Sherwood chuckled. “Dr. Eppes’ FBI work more or less counts as his hobby. He does it for fun and so he can hang out with his big brother, and he gives the FBI a very large family discount on his consulting fee because he knows it comes out of Agent Eppes’ budget.”


“Yes. Oh and may I say congratulations on the nuptials of your son and my deepest hope for his child?”

Alan rocked back. “How did you..? I just found out…”

“When the much-loved brother of a key asset files a marriage license with a woman he’s known less than a year and then said asset writes out the same brother a very large check, we get curious.”

“You’ve been nosing around Don?”

“Just making sure nothing untoward was happening, especially with that amount of money involved.”

“What money?”

“From what I gather Charlie has been covering all of your daughter-in-law’s medical expenses, he has her seeing the best specialists in LA. Apparently he didn’t trust the doctors on the FBI’s medical plan. And seeing as how I have the same medical plan, I don’t entirely blame him.”

“Does Charlie know you know this?”

“Charlie knows it’s my job to keep him loyal, useful and alive. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t try to keep things from me. He somehow managed to keep his relationship with Agent Granger off my radar, though I suppose he had his reasons for that and Dr. Ramanujan was quite an effective smoke screen.”

Alan looked carefully at the agent again. He had been cold and professional in that hospital waiting room but had smiled softly at Charlie and given him the gentlest of kisses before leaving. Well, Alan didn’t have to be a mathematician to put two and two together on that one. And he didn’t have to work for the government to guess that those kinds of things were frowned upon.

“Agent Sherwood, what happened to the man who took Charlie?” Alan asked quietly.

“Nothing a man of your principles would approve of if you thought about it too much.” Sherwood answered coldly.

“I see.”

The front door opened slowly and Colby helped Charlie through.

“Charlie, you have a guest.” Alan said.

Agent Sherwood stood up.

“Hello, Martin. What brings you here?” Charlie asked, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

“I’m here to throw in my support with the great Dr. Eppes.”

Charlie gave a snort “Thanks.”

“How are you feeling, Charlie?” Martin asked more softly.

“I feel…I’ve felt better.” Charlie took a deep breath. “But that’s not really important right now. I’ve got to save the human race from itself, though I’m wondering why I should bother. I mean we’re massively over populated, an 87.3% loss… could be a good thing.”

“Don’t be morbid, Charlie.” Alan scolded.

“Have you talked to the Pentagon yet?” Sherwood asked.

Charlie gave a tight smile. “They’re avoiding my calls like a bitter ex-girlfriend.”

“I wouldn’t know about that.” Charlie gave a tight chuckle. “I’ve made some calls, I can get you into the Oval Office day after tomorrow, but you can’t go in empty handed.”

Charlie sat down hard at the dining table and stole Martin’s coffee. “I know, it’s just… generals get cranky if you take away their wars without a good reason.”

“Charlie, you’ve got to write that policy piece.” Charlie rolled his eyes “You know the one you’ve been not writing for the last five years?”

“I hate policy...” Charlie whined.

“Dr. Eppes, you give the Pentagon very dangerous toys without any instructions on how or when or why or if they should use them. I think the current situation proves that if you are going to continue with this variety of work, you are going to have to voice an opinion on policy. Now I seriously doubt they showed the President all of Caissa. They probably cut and pasted chunks that looked good with crap from their own strategists and slapped your name on it. Now I’ll get you into the Oval but you’re going to have to explain to the President why this is the stupidest idea in history and present something better.”

Charlie threw his arms in the air. “How about if we pull all our troops out of fucking everywhere for a start?”

“Charlie.” Sherwood scolded. “You know that’s not going to happen. They asked for a game and you gave them one, now you have to take away their game and give them something real. You have 36 hours to write the piece then we go to DC.”

Charlie sighed. “You’ll have to spell check it.”

“Every word.”

Charlie put his face in his still bandaged hand. “It’s just numbers.” He said softly.

“Charlie,” Alan said. “It’s never been just numbers and you know that.”

Charlie looked at his father. “I’m sorry, Dad. You raised me to be better than this, more… peaceful than this.”

“I raise you to do the right thing. Write up this, whatever, go to Washington and give the President a piece of your mind. You’ve got plenty to spare.”

Charlie chuckled. “Okay.”

Alan looked at the three men. Charlie and Colby looked equally exhausted, there was something brittle in the way they held themselves, Sherwood looked like every conspiracy theorist’s worst nightmare about ‘men in black’.

‘And they stand between us and oblivion.’

“I have to run some errands and get something for dinner. Will you three boys be all right on your own?”

“Uh, Dad… there’s no one here under thirty.” Charlie pointed out.

“And yet if I don’t cook, you don’t eat.”

Sherwood chuckled. “Don’t worry, Mr. Eppes, I’ll make sure they get their homework done before they watch TV.”

“We’ll be fine, Dad.”

Alan tried to give a smile. “Okay. Good luck.”


Anne pushed the button on the phone to open the door downstairs. She’d had a feeling that his moment would be coming. She moved carefully to the kitchen table. At five months she wasn’t at the waddle stage yet, but the doctors kept saying to move as little as possible. There was a knock at the door.

“Come on in. It’s not locked.” Alan Eppes carefully poked his head around the door. “Come on in, Alan,” Anne said.

Alan walked in, gazing around. “You’ve been renovating.”

“Yeah, well, considering the circumstances it was pointed out that it might be time to upgrade the large, drafty brick box.”

“I thought you were renting.”

“Nah, the box is all mine, well it’s mostly the bank’s but…” Anne petered off. “Want to take a seat?”

“Thank you.” Alan said sitting across from her.

“So I hear Don told you?”

“Well, I don’t know if told is the right term. Let it slip while having screaming fits at Charlie…”

Anne nodded. She’d got a briefing of the night from Don. “How is Charlie?”

Alan shrugged. “Trying to save the world apparently.”

Anne winced.

“Yeah, I know the feeling. How are you feeling?”

“Tired, the drugs make my queasy. I… you know, we were going to tell you. We hit five months so… Don just didn’t…”

“He didn’t want to jinx it?”

Anne gave a slight chuckle. “He didn’t want to get your hopes up. He hasn’t wanted to get his own hopes up.”

Alan nodded. “I…uh, actually understand.” Alan looked down at his hand and took a deep breath. “Margaret. My late wife, Don’s mother. She…she miscarried three times before we got Donnie, one quite late term, twice more before Charlie, then twice after.” Anne bit her lower lip determined not to give into hormone ravaged tears. “When Charlie started needing extra attention, it was excuse enough to stop trying. We were hoping for a girl. I… Donnie, the boys, we never told them, there never seemed to be a reason to.”

“I’m sorry.” Anne croaked out. Alan pushed over a box of tissues without comment.

“I… I can’t say I know what you’re going through since I’m short an X chromosome but… no matter what happens… if you need anything at all…”

Anne burst into sobs. “Fucking hormones,” she choked out. “I keep crying at PG&E commercials.” Alan gave a slight chuckle and patted her hand.

“It’s okay. It’ll pass.”

Anne shook her head. “Alan, I… I never planed to live to thirty. I didn’t think I’d make twenty-five, I was screwed up, and in some bad shit and… I hurt myself and I let other people hurt me and… and meeting a great guy and getting pregnant was not… it just wasn’t in the cards you know, I should have been a Jane Doe in a gutter somewhere and I patted myself on the back for getting my life together and getting this far and now…” Anne choked, unable to talk through the tears. Alan scooted his chair over and took Anne gently into his arms.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispered. Anne tried to fight back the tears.

“I’m so sorry, Alan.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. What you’re doing, what you’re trying to do. It’s more hope than this family’s had in a long time.”

Anne nodded and grabbed more tissue to wipe her eyes.

“I just wish we could have done this right, you know move in, get hitched, talk about kids, try for a bit.”

Alan laughed. “Believe me, this is the only way you could have gotten, Donnie. He self sabotages relationships with more skill and panache then anyone I’ve ever met.”

Anne shook her head. “I just never wanted to be… I never wanted to be my mother. Get pregnant and get some guy to marry me.”

Alan gave a nod. “I can appreciate that. Are you and Donnie planning on staying married?”

Anne gave a long sigh, she had somehow known this was coming as well. “I don’t want to trap Don, I feel better with him than I have with… oh, pretty much anyone. I think I may very well love him, which is a very surreal thought. But… I’ve never though of myself as wife and mother material. I mean I used to close my eyes and look at the future and I’d see myself and my paintings and a few too many cats and now… And now Don’s there too, cranky, up to his ass in paperwork but…there. Don deserves the white picket fence, house in the suburbs… I don’t know…”

“Don’t sell yourself short, you make him happy.”

Anne shrugged, feeling tears threatening again. “Alan, I can’t bring anything to a marriage but what you see, and that’s not much.”

“Trust me, all anyone can bring to a marriage is themselves and a willingness to try.”

Anne sighed, feeling so tired. “I’m willing to try if he is.”

Alan nodded. “Good. Donnie…well he was engaged a while back. Some agent in Albuquerque. When he told us, his mother and I, we started putting a little money into savings every month to help with the wedding. Well, Margaret fell ill and Donnie came back to LA and the engagement fell apart, but I guess I just got into the habit of putting a little into that account. There’s… well… between the interest and how long it’s taken Donnie to find anyone, if you decide you want a proper wedding, with dresses and flowers and music and everything, it can be arranged.”

“Does Don get a say in this?”

“Hell no.” Anne laughed. “Donnie’s idea of a wedding is what you already got. Weddings aren’t for the groom anyways. Their job is to show up and say ‘I do.’”

Ann chuckled. “I’ll remember that.”

Alan reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin gold ring. “I have something for you.”

Anne shook her head. “Alan, I can’t.”

“Yes you can. It was Don’s mother’s. Just a loan until you can get your own.”

“I’ll get paint on it.”

Alan smiled and slipped it on her finger. “Margaret was a trained composer. She’d have no problems with the debris of artistic endeavors.” Anne bit her lip hard. “You’re family now and you should be able to show the world that. And you’re married to an Eppes and we are notoriously difficult men. My mother was a saint for putting up with my father’s vices and Margaret had more than her fair share of work turning me into the well-adjusted family man you see before you. Donnie’s got forty years of bad habits you’re going to have to beat out of him, you should at least get some jewelry out of it.”

Anne gave a chuckle and a sniffle. “I’ll keep that in mind.”


Don looked at the agents under his command. He knew he’d been an asshole lately and they had all gotten in to the habit of keeping out of his way. They were all expecting a group chew-out over something. Don rubbed at his father’s ring.

“Okay, everyone. I’m going to try to keep this short and painless. First, I want to apologize for being a raging asshole for the last few months. It had nothing to do with any of you, as always you’ve been doing excellent work, you’re the best damn crew in the Bureau and I’m always proud of you. Some of you know my girlfriend Anne, well, for the last few months she’s been my wife and she’s been pregnant.” Don didn’t stop for breath, not wanting to have to listen to anyone say congratulations. “Unfortunately there have been complications, chances of a live birth aren’t good and chances of full term are nonexistent. However, it turns out I will be taking a three month leave of absence once she goes into labor, it’s already been arranged with the Bureau.” Don ran out of breath and let the information sink into the office.

There was a long moment of silence. “Any idea when that’s going to be, Don?” David asked.

Don shook his head. “We just hit 20 weeks, it could honestly be today or three months from now. We’re hoping for at least another two more months.” Don sighed. “Two would be good.”

“Who’s going to be in charge while you’re out?” Megan asked.

Don let out a long sigh and looked around the room. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times. “Okay. Guys this is going to be the bit where you hate me. I petitioned to have Megan just step up, I mean I think she’s earned it.”

“Thank you, Don.” Megan said.


“Here we go,” said David.

“However the Bureau wants to bring in someone else.”

“Who?” Megan asked.

“Well they were originally going to send us some bureaucrat from D.C...”

“Who’s going to be our babysitter, Don?” David pressed.

“I managed to talk them into someone who will at least know not to take Wilshire during rush hour...”

“Don.” Megan snapped.

Don let out a long sigh. “Edgerton.”

“Ian Edgerton?” Megan asked.


David shook his head. “Man, you know we all love Ian but he ain’t command material. He’s got that whole lone wolf thing going.”

“I know, I know, but the Bureau’s getting tired of having to apologize when he rides into town and steps on people’s toes and they want to see if he can stay in one place in a command position.”

“So they’re experimenting on us?” One of the younger agents whined.

“Look, it was either Ian or some jackass from D.C. We’ve already had a long talk. He knows this office, he knows how we roll around here.”

“He knows Charlie,” one of the techs from the back of the room said.

“He knows Charlie. He’s not entirely thrilled with being stuck in one place for three months either, so he’s agreed to keep his head down and try to do as little damage as possible around here. Okay?” There were nods from around the room. “Okay. That’s it. Thank you. Let’s all get back to work.”

Everyone shuffled out of the room except for David and Megan. Megan stood, reached out, and pulled Don into a hug.

“I’m sorry, Don,” she said.

Don sighed. “I’m sorry too. I mean, I wanted to be able to tell everyone from the beginning but...” Don rubbed a hand over his eyes.

“We get it.” said David. “I take it the family knows.”

“Well, I kind of let it slip last night. Well, Charlie already knew but Dad and Colby had a ‘what the hell?’ moment between them.”

“Hey, Don. How many exes do you have in the Bureau?” David asked.

Don shrugged “Four, five. Define ex.”

“Want to put money on how fast you’re going to get emails from the other side of the country from them?”

Don gave a half chuckle. “I figure 24 hours before my ex-fiancée sends me a very polite and more than a little irate email. Liz should know in 12, she’s up in Seattle. Robin by tomorrow morning. Yeah, I figure 24 hours for the Bureau to know, 48 for it to filter to every other branch of the federal government.”

Megan shook her head. “There will be women crying into their pillows tonight. Don Eppes is off the market.”

“Be strong, Megan. It would never have worked between us anyway.”

Megan gave a sharp laugh. “Nothing personal, Don, but I’m with Colby on how I like my men. Short and geeky.”

Don gave a dramatic sigh. “It’s karma for every nerd I picked on in high school.”

“Possibly, yeah. When’d you get the ring?”

Don look at the thin gold band on his finger. It felt odd but he couldn’t bring himself to take it off. “Um...it’s actually my dad’s. It’s a loaner until I get one of my own.”

“It looks kinda natural there.” David said.

Don nodded. “I know, and believe me, that’s been the scary thought for the day.”

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mikes_grrl on December 7th, 2008 07:37 pm (UTC)

Ian! In charge! Bwwaahahahaahaaa!

...okay, now that's out of the way:
Great chapter. I like Sherwood, of course you know I thought he was a very interesting character to begin with so I enjoyed seeing him interacting with the Eppes family here (of which I include Colby at this point). You've really humanized him -- there were elements there before in his prior appearance, but you built on that nicely here.

I LOVED this:
Will you three boys be all right on your own?”
“Uh, Dad… there’s no one here under thirty.” Charlie pointed out.
“And yet if I don’t cook, you don’t eat.”
Sherwood chuckled. “Don’t worry, Mr. Eppes, I’ll make sure they get their homework done before they watch TV.”

Heh. Because some things never change. Totally made me smile and laugh.

The scene between Alan and Anne is sweet...but ominous. That's all I'll say here.

I'm glad Don apologized to the team when he told them what was going on. Yeah, he's like that, still...it would be easy for him to disregard important things like that, what with all the stress. So it was good to see.

ladygray99ladygray99 on December 7th, 2008 07:44 pm (UTC)
Yeah. Wait 'till Ian's actually in charge. He's going to be needing lots of hugs, or maybe scotch.

and I though Don telling the team really needed to happen. His team always has his back as long as he tells them what's going on. he forgets that.
Erinstarlettmalfoy on December 7th, 2008 08:00 pm (UTC)
For some reason, the idea of letting Don have a real wedding is very appealing to me. Maybe it's just because I like picturing that man in a tux. Lol.

I like Sherwood, I've decided. I hope he helps Charlie get out of this awful mess. It's got my stomach in knots. :P
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 7th, 2008 08:02 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you like Sherwood, and yeah I want to see Don in a tux as well.
ninou1ninou1 on December 7th, 2008 08:16 pm (UTC)
I'm glad Alan had this conversation with his daughter in law... I hope Don and Anne are going to stck together, but seeing they're both hell to live with, they should do just fine.

And Edgerton as team leader and in the same place three month is just... well great, good luck to him.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 7th, 2008 08:30 pm (UTC)
Yep. Poor boy will be needing all the luck he can get.
fredbassettfredbassett on December 7th, 2008 09:35 pm (UTC)
Oooo, Edgerton in charge? That's going to be fascinating!
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 7th, 2008 10:46 pm (UTC)
Well certainly different if nothing else.
idle_devilidle_devil on December 7th, 2008 10:06 pm (UTC)
LMAO! Can't wait for Ian in charge! XD
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 7th, 2008 10:46 pm (UTC)
He'll need lots of hugs.
tonisimonetonisimone on December 7th, 2008 10:53 pm (UTC)
you know... I'm getting this vibe that somebodies gonna die & i've decided that it's either Sherwood or the baby.

but thinking on that.... you'd be flamed till judgement day if you killed the baby &... unless Sherwood dies of natural causes I can't think how you'd kill him off.

but I'm still getting vibes so...

ladygray99ladygray99 on December 7th, 2008 11:15 pm (UTC)
A living human will be dead by the end of this fic. That's all I will say on that.
wcpjfditdov on December 8th, 2008 12:06 am (UTC)
Sherwood seems like a dependable guy who knows his responsibilities and how to get them done, but the observations stated from Alan's point of view seem to suggest some vulnerabilities he has to hide due to his chosen profession? He is not as cold or unfeeling as the 'man in black' persona he tries to project, as is evident from his tender protectiveness towards Charlie and the easy camaraderie that seemed to have developed between the two. And I would guess that anyone who engages in such easy banter with Charlie must have some youthful innocence left? The information he disclosed to Alan was a friendly warning to everyone involved not to step out of line and an attempt to exert his authority? This would suggest although he might develop personal feelings and come to care about others, he will still perform his duty first and foremost? Er, is this the kind of thing you are asking about? English Lit was never my strongest subject so I have no idea whether I am reading the character correctly or not. Whatever he is like, I like his sense of humor though :)
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 8th, 2008 08:00 am (UTC)
That's just fine. :-) I don't know if I would describe Martin as innocent but I happen to know a lot more of his back story.
wcpjfditdov on December 9th, 2008 10:00 pm (UTC)
Ha, yeah, I can't normally sense any subtlety unless the writer bashes me over the head with it, repeatedly. However, the feeling I do pick up from almost all your characters is that no matter how messed up they might be or how much emotional baggage they might carry, there is always an inner core in each of them that is purely good, and magnanimous, and compassionate, and just. Despite of all their disappointments and setbacks, they still retain a great sense of optimism and belief in a greater good that is above personal gain. I find them incredibly idealistic as well – they believe that we as a people ought to do better, and they believe that we as a people can do better. I agree with them on the first point, but, on most days, I can't conjure up enough faith in humanity to fully believe the second. I guess innocence isn't really the right word to describe this kind of idealism and generosity, and I only call them innocent because I am normally rather cynical and reserved. I do really appreciate these qualities in other people though, and it is one of the most important reasons why I love your writing, this and the amazing BDSM sex ;)
Lizardlazar_grrl on December 8th, 2008 01:37 am (UTC)
::waves:: Hi, just found this series and read everything today. Wow. Just--wow. I have the feeling I should have done feedback as I read each segment, because right now all the comments are just merged into a flashing, twirling ball of awesome in my head.

Note: Ian/OMC is a listed pairing. Further note: Agent Sherwood is a prominent OMC who is not completely averse to intimate relations with the same sex. Still another note: Ian and Sherwood will probably be coming into contact soon. The notes are not exactly adding up to a sonata, but the speculative mental image is still a lovely one.

Looking forward to many future updates.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 8th, 2008 07:59 am (UTC)
Well welcome to the fun. I'm glad you're enjoying this. A full reread is a major thing. And yes Ian and Martin would be an interesting combination. It's something to think about. :-)
riverotter1951: Firestarriverotter1951 on December 8th, 2008 03:30 am (UTC)
This is great: Alan looked at the three men. Charlie and Colby looked equally exhausted, there was something brittle in the way they held themselves, Sherwood looked like every conspiracy theorist’s worst nightmare about ‘men in black’. ‘And they stand between us and oblivion.’

This is excellent from Alan's point of view. And the bit about cooking is priceless.

Sherwood is a fascinating man and a perfect handler for Charlie. He understands what needs to be done and will make sure that whatever Charlie writes will be spell checked.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 8th, 2008 07:57 am (UTC)
Well some of us appreciate the importance of someone to check spelling. ;-)
twins_m0m on December 9th, 2008 01:22 am (UTC)
I like Martin. He seems tough on the outside, gentle on the inside. I'm glad that Alan went to see Anne. Now she and Don will have Alan's love and support. Actually, he would have given it to them from the start, if only Don had let him. And finally, Ian being the team leader. I don't know who it's going to be harder on - Ian or the team.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 9th, 2008 02:20 am (UTC)
Ian. Definetly Ian.
laura_trekkielaura_trekkie on January 17th, 2009 06:27 pm (UTC)
It looks like Charlie's got his head on a little straighter this morning, and with Martin there to help with the policy writing, hopefully things will get sorted out.

I loved Alan's visit to Anne. It must help her to know that Alan understands some of the worry she's going through and I liked that he gave her Margaret's ring, really cementing her as part of the family.

I'm glad Don's finally told his friends and colleagues at work what's been up. Hopefully it will make things more bearable at the office. I guessed that it would be Ian in charge as soon as Don said it wasn't going to be Megan. It should certainly be interesting (understatement of the century?).

ladygray99ladygray99 on January 17th, 2009 07:17 pm (UTC)
Ian's gonna be needing lots of hugs soon and I really felt Alan and Anne needed that moment to just work things out. Anne's not used to having supportive family so it was really important that Alan just came out and said 'we're here for you'
mrs_sakuma: dean's awesomemrs_sakuma on August 5th, 2011 04:30 am (UTC)
okay, i've been reading this series for two or three days. since i finished 'silk pillow'. i just have to say this is amazing. i was planning to wait until i finished to comment, because i've been so compelled to just keep going, but i really have to go to bed now and feel the need to briefly touch on the last couple of chapters.

this caissa thing? that scares the shit out of me. i mean, the way it was presented on the news? that sounded like an entirely realistic way of discussing the situation with the public. and charlie's hate and fear and anger was so beautiful and perfect, i just... i could see that really happening, all of it.

i don't know how this will end, but i'm pretty sure it will be with charlie giving the president an alternate plan and a distinct lack of nuclear destruction. but i can't help imagining what might happen if he didn't or couldn't. if caissa went on as planned and the middle east and part of asia and bits of the US were nuked off the face of the planet.

it's seriously fucking terrifying.

just thought i'd let you know what i'm thinking.~
ladygray99ladygray99 on August 5th, 2011 08:41 am (UTC)
My head and the world were in strange places when I wrote this. Honestly both things are still true. I'm glad to see you reading this and any time along the way something really speaks to you I'd be glad to hear about it.
fractalmoonfractalmoon on November 27th, 2012 03:46 pm (UTC)

“I managed to talk them into someone who will at least know not to take Wilshire during rush hour...”

Whatever he's doing, Ian is never boring. Looking forward to his arrival.

Sherwood does appear to be a stabilizing influence on Charlie.

ladygray99ladygray99 on December 3rd, 2012 04:04 pm (UTC)
Sherwood is a stabilizing influence on everyone. It's sort of his job description.