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14 December 2008 @ 09:21 pm
A Woman Waits for Me 25/39  
Title: A Woman Waits for Me
: 25/39
Author: ladygray99 
Pairing: Charlie/Colby, Ian
Summary: When Don’s life slides into the darkness only family will help him find his way out.– Ian calls in the cavalry and the Eppes Theorem rides again.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3,513
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 18 19 20 21 22 23 24
Authors Notes: This is my 100th post to numb3rs_slash . I know there are people who have way more but I think hitting triple digits has to be worth something. I’d also really like feedback on this one. It’s a little different.
Betas:swingandswirl and riverotter1951 


Part 25
The Howl of a Lone Wolf

Ian looked at the body spread out on the floor, a bullet hole right between the eyes of the corpse. It should have been a straight-up homicide investigation for LAPD except the victim had been IRS, which gave them a suspect list that included the entire population of L.A. Not that you could tell the guy was IRS by how he lived. The décor of the small whitewashed house was more Shut in Loony than anything else.

Ian picked up a black and white notebook. There were hundreds of them scattered all around the room. The notebook was filled with numbers, rows and rows of numbers with no kind of notation. He showed the notebook to David.

“What do you make of this?”

“Could be anything.”


David shrugged. “Stock market, horse races, no clue.”

Ian picked up another notebook. It was filled with the same rows of numbers. “Just lots of numbers.”

“Well lucky for you, Ian, I happen to know a guy who’s pretty good with those.”

“Yeah, me too. Think he’ll come in?”

“Won’t hurt to ask.”


Ian watched as Charlie flipped through one of the 200 notebooks they had taken from the crime scene. The act looked casual but Ian knew from experience Charlie was processing every number he saw. They had managed to get Charlie just as he was leaving the hospital for the morning. Despite the crisp, tailored three-piece suit Charlie still smelled strongly of hospital antiseptic wash.

Ian couldn’t help but compare the man before him with a memory of a math teacher in jeans and a t-shirt, hiding behind his brother and a clipboard, looking hurt and offended. What Ian hadn’t known at the time was that he’d just become maybe the third person in history to get away with telling Charlie he was wrong, and about math as well. Of course, if he’d had a full understanding of Charlie Eppes at the time he would have stayed an extra couple of days in LA just to properly ravish the kid.

Ian pulled that thought up short. Despite Charlie’s occasional flirting and innuendo Ian knew that was a ship that had well and truly sailed. The good money around the office was that only Colby’s untimely death was going to split those two up and would probably just leave Charlie a basket case. Still, it was tempting to ask Charlie to point him in the direction of some clubs. He’d been on a bit of a dry spell and if he was going to be in one place for three months it might be as good an opportunity as any to try get some somewhere.

Charlie looked up from the notebook. “Well, I’m seeing some patterns here. A couple of sets of numbers that seem to pop up a little more than the rest, but really, unless I know what they are in reference to it’s not much to start with.”

“Well, the guy was IRS.”

“True, but that was just his job. It could be tax data, it could also be migration numbers of local species of butterflies if that’s what got his blood flowing.”

“Any way of finding out?”

Charlie shrugged. “At this point, brute force data mining.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I make my grad students sit in front of a computer and google the numbers.”

Ian chuckled and Charlie made a move in the direction of the break room and coffee. “I didn’t know there was an official name for that.”

“It would be handy if I knew whether he’d written the journals out in a particular order. He may have headings in the first one.”

“Well, we’re going through them, but there are 200 plus.”

“Right.” Charlie poured some coffee and reached for the sugar jar. “Wow. Now I know Don’s out of the office. I can find this thing and there’s actually more than a teaspoon of sugar in it.”

“What is it with him and that anyways?” Ian asked.

Charlie shrugged. “I think he’s convinced himself that as long as he can still get into his old Rangers uniform once a year he’s not getting old.”

“Ah, that would explain the 0% milk in the fridge.”

Charlie chuckled into the extra sweet coffee. “How are you holding up, Ian?”

“I’m just fine.”

“Sure? ‘Cause I’ve been the substitute teacher before and it’s never a picnic.”

Ian sank into the deep chair of the break room. “Well, I haven’t cracked anyone’s head against anything yet.”

“Not easy going from lone wolf to pack leader, is it?” Charlie said quietly.

“You’re more perceptive than people give you credit for, aren’t you, Professor?”

Charlie smiled. “Perhaps. Maybe I’ve just been talking to your mother.”

“You would. Oh, hey,” Ian picked up a magazine that had been pushed to the bottom of the stack on the small table. “I see the Eppes Theorem rides again.” Ian held up a battered copy of the American Journal of Mathematics. On the cover was Charlie in a crisp white suit, looking like a Bond villain, an evil smirk on his face.

Charlie smiled. “Leaner and meaner for a new millennium. Did you ever doubt?”


“Have you read it?” Charlie asked.

“Would I understand it if I did?”

Charlie gave a shrug. “Probably not, but I did an interview to go with it.”

“I’ll take a look at it some time.”

Charlie poured a large helping of milk into his coffee, apparently to cool it, then chugged down the rest of the cup. “I’ve got to get going. I’ve got class in an hour but I’ll grab a couple of the notebooks and see what I can find.”

“Thanks. It might not even be connected to the case but we don’t have much to go on right now.”

Charlie smiled. “It’s not a problem. Just doing my bit to hold down the fort.”

Ian looked at the math journal again as Charlie headed out. He flipped it open until he found an article entitled Response to Postulations upon the Eppes Thorium by Dr. Charles Eppes Ph.D. Ian tried to give it a read but more or less lost track around the word ‘The’. Ian realized that this wasn’t the stuff Charlie slapped together in a day or two for the FBI and no amount of clever analogies was going to cut through this. This was the high-end stuff, taking years of work, not even meant to be understood by low level mathematicians let alone a college dropout twice over like him.

Ian flipped a few pages and found the interview. The cover picture for it looked like it belonged in GQ. Charlie leaned against a chalk board in a pure black suit, hair pulled back tight, giving the camera a sinful come-hither look. Ian idly wondered how many lonely mathematicians had taken that picture to bed since the article came out. On the next page was a much older picture of Charlie, probably no more than twenty, peering shyly out from behind messy curls that fell in his face. It was something much closer to the Charlie he had first met.

Ian took a quick glance at his watch and decided to read quickly.

The office of Dr. Charles Eppes has all the trappings of a room of its kind- sunny, cluttered and smelling strongly of chalk dust. He has taken a seat, dressed casually in jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt. Dr. Eppes’ partner, a federal agent who asked not to be named or photographed for this piece, is seated behind Eppes’ desk and appears to be marking student papers from an answer key.

American Journal of Mathematics: Good morning, Dr. Eppes. Thank you for agreeing to this interview.

Charles Eppes
: It’s my pleasure.

: So let’s talk about the Eppes theorem.

: Yes, let’s.

: It must be said, we expected a response from you sooner.

: Well I did respond to the publication of the challenge, however I responded in a way not fit for public consumption.

: Really?

: Had a bit of a tantrum but I had several other projects on the boil as well as some family obligations so I couldn’t get to a proper response right away.

: Do you think the challenge was unjustified?

: Not at all. I do wish Dr. Ramanujan and Dr. Fendworth had felt up to showing me their conclusions first, out of professional courtesy if nothing else.

: Perhaps they wanted the credit for overthrowing the Eppes theorem.

: At present it is in no position to be overthrown. In all fairness, the Eppes theorem has always been a little flabby. It should be noted that I was 19 when I was first working on it and was probably putting a little more thought into getting laid than the math, but the core math has always been solid and has yet to fall to a challenge.

: So you are confident in your math?

: That I am.

: It has been suggested that there were perhaps more personal reasons for the challenging of the theorem.

: Mathematics is a small community and we gossip worse than little old ladies.


AJM: So there’s no truth concerning an unhappy affair between yourself and Dr. Ramanujan?


CE: Dr. Ramanujan was an excellent and devoted student of mine. She has a fine, brilliant, logical mind. I quite literally owe my life to her and like all teachers it is my greatest achievement when one of my students surpasses me. I wish her a long and fruitful career and life and anything personal that may have ever transpired between us is just that. Personal.


AJM: And Dr. Fendworth?


CE: Dr. Fendworth doesn’t like me because I shredded the Fendworth Theorem with adolescent bluntness when I was 17, then hit on his wife.


AJM: You hit on his wife?


CE: I didn’t know she was married. She was an attractive woman who understood my work and I was 17, although at that age a pulse was pretty much my only major requirement in a woman.


AJM: I take it you’ve settled down in recent years.


CE: Happily, yes.


AJM: You said you had other projects on the boil? You haven’t published much of late.


CE: Well, I’ve been trying; however the journals, including this one, have shown little interest in my recent work.


AJM: Have they? What have you been doing?


CE: Well, in the last few years, I have been consulting heavily with various law enforcement and government agencies. I’ve developed theorems and formulas for dealing with serial killers, bank robbers, drug shipments, spree killers, arsonists, money laundering, target selection, terrorist chatter, gang violence. It says Doctor of Applied Mathematics on my door, yet when I apply the math, when I take it out of the realm of theory and into the real world no one in the mathematical community seems to care. It’s more than a little frustrating, so I have recently struck a deal with several law enforcement and forensic journals. I will be publishing my theorems and formulas there, along with how they can be applied on a case-by-case basis. I will be teaching two new classes as well, one as an extension course through CalSci and one as a three-week intensive at Quantico. It will be mathematics for investigative team leads and field agents in all branches of law enforcement.


AJM: That seems rather a diversion from Cognitive Emergence or The Attraction Equation.


CE: Priorities change, people change.


AJM: Rather in that vein, Dr. Eppes, about two years ago there was a two-line item on the news wires that you had gone missing? There was nothing and then reports that you were back to your lectures but had sustained some sort of injury. There were a lot of rumors at the time, can you discuss what occurred?


CE: At the time the incident was part of an active case so it could not really be discussed.


AJM: Can you give us an idea now?


CE: I was confronted by a suspect in an active case, assaulted, taken from my office against my will, held at an unknown location without ransom demands, tortured, and eventually retrieved by a special ops team.


AJM: I’m sorry? Did you say tortured?


CE: Yes.


AJM: For information?


CE: For amusement.


AJM: Were you badly injured?

(Dr. Eppes casually pulls up a sleeve a few inches. Thick white scars can be seen high on his wrists. He then pulls down the collar of his shirt a bit showing similar scars across his collar bone as well as a row of puckered cigarette burns.)


CE: At least he liked my pretty face.

(At this point Dr. Eppes’ partner snapped a pen they had been holding and Dr. Eppes called a temporary halt to the interview.)

Ian could picture the scene, Charlie soothing an agitated Granger out of earshot of the interviewer. He could picture the interviewer wondering what she’d gotten herself into, a puff piece on math and Charlie’s love life suddenly becoming about very real violence.

 CE: My apologies.


AJM: Perfectly understandable, Dr. Eppes.


CE: Thank you.

: We were discussing the new train of your research, math for tracking bank robbers? When you have done such brilliant theoretical work in the past, don’t you feel that this is perhaps a waste of your genius, and apparently dangerous?


(Dr. Eppes becomes silent for a long moment and looks at his hands.)

CE: I have heard that. I’ve heard it from my enemies and my colleagues, my friends, even my family. Every day I watch my brother and my partner pick up a badge and a gun and go to work, and every day I calculate out to six decimals the chances of them never coming home. And not just them but many others, good people I count as colleagues and friends. If I can do one line of math to improve those numbers... It is easy to sit here. Sit in offices like this, surrounded by journals printed in black and white. It is easy to argue about prime numbers or perfect spheres. I have seen blood, and not just my own. Every day. Every day people are killed, people are assaulted. I have watched forensic techs scrape brain matter off walls, I have seen them literally mop up the blood of children. I have listened to rape victims forced to recount every degrading detail in hopes of remembering the one thing that could break a case. If I can do just one line of math to fix any of that, to make any of that easier, prevent any of that... For the first time in history, we have the ability to put every great living mind on earth in one room at the same time and yet when we try it all becomes academic. I have seen things I can only describe as evil, and yet true evil is the best of us saying that it’s not their job to care, that it’s not their place to use their genius to try to fix these things. If it’s not their job then whose job is it? God, some days I feel like it’s nothing but me, my brother, and a couple dozen overworked, underpaid agents and cops trying to hold back the tide with our bare hands. As fast as I am, as smart as I am, I’m not fast enough, I’m not smart enough, but there are people in the world who are faster and smarter and better than me who should be here, right here, in the gutter, in the dirt, trying to solve the real problems that spill blood in our streets but apparently it’s not their job to care. It’s all academic. So I have to. So I calculate, and I consult, and I publish with anyone who’ll take me and I’ll teach to anyone with two brain cells to rub together because if I didn’t that would be the true waste of my genius. That would be real crime, real evil.


AJM: I see you’re very passionate about this.


CE: Comes with the territory.


AJM: I’m sure after this interview this publication would happily take your more applied work.


CE: Well, the forensic journals have got it first. You can negotiate with them for sloppy seconds.

: I’m sure we will. Do you see any future for your theoretical work?


CE: Oh, of course. I think I’m maybe twenty, thirty years out on cognitive emergence, depending on what comes up. I still doodle on P vs NP when I have insomnia and Dr. Fleinhardt occasionally lets me play with his strings and black holes. We should have something for review in the next six months or so.

: I’m sure that will come as a relief to many.


CE: Well, I never want to disappoint my fans, just shake them up a little.  

Ian turned the page. The interviewer had written up a couple hundred words on the rest of her visit to CalSci, watching Charlie lecture and such. That didn’t grab Ian’s attention, what did was one last picture of Charlie. Ian couldn’t tell if it had been taken in black and white or altered after but it was an image he would never get out of his head. Charlie was perched on a desk, leaning forward. He had his shirt open and his sleeves rolled up. White scars streaked across his arms and chest, standing out in bright contrast to his skin. He had his hands on the desk, a piece of chalk in his right hand. You could almost hear it tap impatiently on the desk. Next to his left hand, not touching it but only an inch away, was a standard issue FBI Glock, probably Granger’s. Charlie looked out from the picture with challenge and warning in his eyes.

 ‘Stand beside me or get out of my way. Challenge my math and I’ll eat you alive. Come after me, my family, my friends, do anything to lower the odds of them not coming home and your own odds will get very bad.’

 There was a knock on the wall and Ian looked up.

 “Yes, David?”

 “I just thought you should know we managed to track down the ex-wife in a halfway house across town. They’re brining her in.”

 “Great.” Ian quickly got up.

 David nodded towards the journal. “Reading Charlie’s interview?”

 “Well, I’m not reading his theorem.”

 “...and yet true evil is the best of us saying that it’s not their job to care.”

 Ian blinked a few times. “You’ve memorized it?”

 “We almost had it painted on the wall. Every fed and cop in the city’s read it.”


 David smiled. “Charlie’s one of the best minds of his generation and he just kicked the base of the ivory tower and told them to get their asses down here and be useful.”

 Ian chuckled. “It did sound like a bit of a challenge.”

 “I was down at an LAPD station about a month ago, they had it photocopied and posted on one of the message boards along with that photo.” Ian turned around the magazine to hold up the last picture of Charlie. “Yeah, that one. Kind of a far cry from the ball of nerves and fluff running around in his brother’s shadow.” David said, looking at the picture.

 “I kind of miss the ball of fluff, had a soft spot for him,” Ian said.

 “Ah hell, we all did, but he was growing out of that pretty fast and what was left drowned in a puddle of blood on a warehouse floor.”

 Ian felt a hot stab of anger that took him by surprise. “I’m glad I missed that.”

 David closed his eyes for a moment. “Still one of the worst things I’ve ever seen. They had him naked you know?”

 “Really,” Ian said quietly.

 “Sick bastard, stripped him, sliced him up, had him tied up with these ropes that cut in every time he moved and he must have put up a hell of a fight. He was covered in blood. You know where he came when they let him out of the hospital?”

 “Here?” Ian asked, pretty sure of the answer.

 “Here,” David said with a bit of a smile “He bullied his way out early, took a cab, he was on a cane, covered head to toe in bandages, he still smelled like blood and practically the first words out of his mouth were ‘have we got a case?’ Don said no, he got pissed and stormed out.”

 “At least he had Granger.”

 David shook his head. “Nope, they had some big fight at the hospital, didn’t speak for a month, both walked around like ghosts. Rumor has it Don refused Colby’s transfer request and ordered them both to get their shit together.”

 “Well, it seems to have worked.”

 David nodded. “Yeah, now if the rest of the world would just get their shit together we’d be on to something.”

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ladygray99ladygray99 on December 14th, 2008 10:11 am (UTC)
Yes you are. I usually post in the morning instead if the night before so I guess you caught this.
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Devo79devo79 on December 14th, 2008 12:28 pm (UTC)
I'm gonna go get my shit together =)
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 14th, 2008 06:39 pm (UTC)
Good for you. :)
ninou1ninou1 on December 14th, 2008 01:09 pm (UTC)
At the start of the interview, I was just picturing Colby going to the smile to the evil grin at the mention of Amita, and I was wondering when the pen was gonna suffer injuries, I didn't have to wait long...

Great chapter, Charlie has an enormous ego, but a least it's useful *g*

Since Charlie did get his father with Ian's mother, he should try to get Ian with Martin, they should go along just fine.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 14th, 2008 06:40 pm (UTC)
He probubly will but playing match maker can be dangerous.
fredbassettfredbassett on December 14th, 2008 02:24 pm (UTC)
I have sooooooooo much respect for the sheer versatility of your writing. That interview was absolutely rivetting.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 14th, 2008 06:40 pm (UTC)
Thank you dear. :D
riverotter1951: red valentineriverotter1951 on December 14th, 2008 02:49 pm (UTC)
An excellent chapter.

This is priceless: Ian couldn’t help but compare the man before him with a memory of a math teacher in jeans and a t-shirt, hiding behind his brother and a clipboard, looking hurt and offended. What Ian hadn’t known at the time was that he’d just become maybe the third person in history to get away with telling Charlie he was wrong, and about math as well. Of course, if he’d had a full understanding of Charlie Eppes at the time he would have stayed an extra couple of days in LA just to properly ravish the kid.

Smart of Ian to realize the bond between Charlie and Colby and what would happen if Colby died: The good money around the office was that only Colby’s untimely death was going to split those two up and would probably just leave Charlie a basket case.

Hopefully that will never happen. If it does, Colby has had Charlie promise to find someone to be his anchor.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 14th, 2008 06:41 pm (UTC)
Ah, but the question is who is around that Charlie trusts as much as Colby to take care of that side of himself?
mikes_grrl on December 14th, 2008 04:52 pm (UTC)
I think this encapsulates the changes you made to Charlie over the course of the Whitman'verse. He's got the brain power to back up his ego, and he's got the experience to back up his challenge. Aside from the math, nothing about where Charlie is now came easy and the interview captured that beautifully with both Charlie's answers and the description the interviewer gave of him.

I think Ian's casual attraction to Charlie is amusing, and I loved his comment about mathematicians taking the magazine photo to bed with them! LOL!

And Charlie's "Statement of Purpose" was a very, very powerful read. It was gorgeously done; sometimes a monologue like that is just hot air in a story and isn't worth reading word for word, but this one was pitch perfect. I can SEE why people would cut it out and tape it to the walls, hell I want to myself! <3

....when is Ian going to meet Martin? *whimpers*
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 14th, 2008 06:44 pm (UTC)
Not for a few more chapters.

I'm glad you liked Charlie's speech. I wanted it to feel like he was starting out with just a simple answer then getting more and more worked up about it. I wanted it to almost feel like he's never properly even thought about it before at least in terms that clear.
callisto24: diamondcallisto24 on December 14th, 2008 05:56 pm (UTC)
This is such a great story!
I love Ian here, as always . *lol*
But the whole story is addicting.
Thanks for sharing. :)
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 14th, 2008 06:44 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading :)
Erinstarlettmalfoy on December 14th, 2008 08:55 pm (UTC)
I find myself getting really nervous about this impending character death every time the characters start to talk about what would happen if Colby died. ::makes a frowny face:: Ah well. I will try to sit back and enjoy the ride anyway.

The interview was very well done. And the photo spread. You described it very well, and I could really picture it in my mind. But it wasn't overdone. Very nice. Loved the bit with Colby and the pen, as others have already beat me to saying. I'd love to read that offscreen fight someday, lol, as well as the other Eppes' reactions to the article.

Yay for Ian still holding down the fort! Hopefully those leanings toward our mathematician will be quelled soon by a certain fave character of mine! :)
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 15th, 2008 12:51 am (UTC)
Do you really think I would risk the unholy wrath of the fandom and kill Colby?
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wcpjfditdov on December 14th, 2008 10:29 pm (UTC)
Charlie is awesome. If he was my supervisor, I might even consider googling random numbers for him :) I really liked your discussion of our personal responsibilities towards each other and our common society. It bothers me to no end when I think about these things...

Some random spelling stuff:
by "long and fruitful carrier" you mean "long and fruitful career"?
And "partner snapped a pen they had" is "partner snapped a pen he had"?
wcpjfditdov on December 14th, 2008 10:59 pm (UTC)
Oh, sorry, was that a gender-neutral thing with the "they"?
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tonisimonetonisimone on December 14th, 2008 11:00 pm (UTC)
Stand beside me or get out of my way. Challenge my math and I’ll eat you alive. Come after me, my family, my friends, do anything to lower the odds of them not coming home and your own odds will get very bad

*insane cackle*

CE: Dr. Fendworth doesn’t like me because I shredded the Fendworth Theorem with adolescent bluntness when I was 17, then hit on his wife.
AJM: You hit on his wife?
CE: I didn’t know she was married. She was an attractive woman who understood my work and I was 17, although at that age a pulse was pretty much my only major requirement in a woman.


ladygray99ladygray99 on December 15th, 2008 12:56 am (UTC)
A cackle and a giggle. I must be on my game today.
idle_devilidle_devil on December 15th, 2008 12:47 am (UTC)
Wow!!! That interview piece was just brilliant! And writing this part from Ian's perspective was so awesome! We all have our own set ways of looking at and thinking about the characters, so it's really fun to have a sort-of outsider's assessment of the situation and the people involved. XD
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 15th, 2008 12:57 am (UTC)
Thanks. I wanted to try something a little different with this chapter. I'm glad it worked.
riverotter1951: fractal heartriverotter1951 on December 15th, 2008 05:15 pm (UTC)
zwani.com myspace graphic comments
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 15th, 2008 05:36 pm (UTC)
Re: Celebrating
:-) Thank you.
twins_m0m on December 15th, 2008 09:40 pm (UTC)
Loved Charlie's challenge to other mathematicians and loved the description of the photo at the end of the article. Charlie has grown so much in this world, and this just encapsulates it beautifully. Ian's initial attraction, but now understanding of Charlie's relationship to Colby also felt very real.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 16th, 2008 12:44 am (UTC)
Thank you. I was a little unsure about the interview at first but I think it's one of my favorite parts of the story now.
autumnwritingautumnwriting on December 16th, 2008 01:54 am (UTC)
'Ey, cheers!

Ball of fluff, haha. Ian.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 16th, 2008 05:07 am (UTC)
Well he was kinda fluffy first season.
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foolartist02: charlie thinking bwfoolartist02 on December 18th, 2008 04:06 am (UTC)
damn! I got used to the "next" button being there and its not and I want to cry...*sniffle*

I love this story. I adore it. I can't get enough. It's serious and tense, interesting and addicting, funny and lovable. I wish there was a charlie out there in the real world. Especially after this chapter. But what do I know maybe there are lots of them...I don't run in government or academic circles, I barely catch the news, and that's mostly luck. What I know about the war on terrorism is that it started 9/11, has lasted too long, and that a man I grew up with died there. I'm a young graphic designer who buries herself in books and stories to get away from from depression. So someone with courage to go and fix the problems or a least try has my admiration. I started my college career in Criminal Justice, I gave up cause it was too depressing.

About this chapter specifically. *POW* *THUD* *BANG* *Grin* You can practically here the comic book 'sounds' as Charlie hits them where it hurts. Also you bring into sharp relief how much Charlie's character has changed. If you showed us this in the first story many would have scoffed(at least in other fandoms I've been in) and said "He's too OOC" But its been a long road and now I can't imagine this charlie any other way. That btw is a mark of great stories and authors. Post again soon pretty please?
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 18th, 2008 05:43 am (UTC)
next bits are posted I just haven't linked in the next buttons 'cause I got lazy. Just go to my main page and scroll down a bit.
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