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19 December 2008 @ 07:07 am
A Woman Waits for Me 29/39  
Title: A Woman Waits for Me
Chapter
: 29/39
Author: ladygray99 
Pairing: Charlie/Colby, Don/OFC, Ian/OMC
Summary: When Don’s life slides into the darkness only family will help him find his way out. - And then the next day comes, and the day after that.
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,851
Warning: tissues may be needed
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 25 26 27 28
Authors Notes: I think this chapter says what it says pretty well on its own. Your thoughts please?
Betas:swingandswirl  and riverotter1951 

 

 


Part 29
And Then Morning Comes
 

Don looked at the clock. It was morning. The lights had been turned up at shift change, a simulation dawn. The sun would be up by now. Don wondered what kind of day it was; damp and gray, crisp and clear? It was Tuesday. The garbage needed to be taken down to the curb. It was too late now. The truck rumbled by at six. It was after six.

Don had stopped watching the numbers on the digital read out. It was easy to get lost in them. He understood Charlie a little more. Too easy to distill a small life down to numbers. So many beats a minute, so many breaths.

Don thought he saw the first blush of dark hair come through last night, so fine it might not be real.

Don could feel his own pulse. He hadn’t moved in hours, his own breathing had slowed to a point just above sleep and he could feel his pulse sending slight tremors through his body. He knew when to take a shot. In between beats so not even that small shake could affect aim.

‘Now, now, now.’ Don thought in counterpoint to his heart.

Anne stirred next to him, having been so still as to mimic sleep herself, but she hadn’t slept. No one had slept but Mattie, wrapped in plastic and medical tubing when he should have been wrapped safe in his mother still.

Don looked at the clock again. Another minute clicked over. So many beats, so many breaths.

~

Ian shuttered, collapsing on the body under him, their sweat sticking their skin together. There was an uncomfortable grunt under him.

“Oh, sorry,” Ian mumbled quickly rolling off Nurse Andrew and onto his back.

Andrew flipped over and lay a few feet from Ian, still breathing hard. “Well, I could use a smoke after that. How about you?”

“I don’t smoke,” said Ian.

“Neither do I.”

Ian gave a fraction of a chuckle. The grey sun light was peeking under the heavy curtains of the tidy little bedroom. Ian pulled himself up to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m late.” Ian grumbled to himself.

“Well thank you, ma’am,” Andrew replied sarcastically.

Ian winced. “Sorry, I don’t usually…” Ian waved a hand vaguely around.

“That’s okay. I don’t usually drag maudlin FBI agents home for a quickie after working a double, so we can both just write this one off.”

Ian just nodded. He’d been awake for 24 hours at least. He knew he’d done more on less. Hell he’d gone into combat on less sleep but right now he knew that if he was honest with himself he wanted really not much more than to curl up next to the young, warm, flexible body just a few feet away and pass out for at least eight hours. Preferably ten.

‘Must be getting old.’ Ian thought as he pulled on his shorts. “I’d say see you around but…” Ian let that thought peter out before he grabbed his shirt from the bedside table, his gun under it.

Andrew reached out and put a gentle hand on his arm. “Hey. Look. We can lose one a week on a good week when there aren’t colds bouncing between the parents. Each one is different and you’ve got no way of knowing before it happens. I’ve seen pound and a halfers with no chance practically walk out under their own power four months later. Don’t write the kid off yet. You don’t know until you know. Okay?”

“Yeah.” Ian said softly.

“You want to grab a shower or something?” Andrew asked, gesturing to a side door.

“Nah, I’ll just grab one at the office. Need to change anyway.” Ian looked over at Andrew, pale against dark green sheets. “You should get some sleep.”

Andrew smirked. “Yes, mother.”

Ian pulled on his pants and started looking for his socks. “My mother would tell you to eat more and get a little sun.”

Andrew grinned. “Go save the city from the forces of evil, Agent Edgerton.”

“I’ll see what I can manage.” Ian finished getting dressed and stood by the bedroom door. “Thanks.”

“Any time.”

“Get some sleep.”

Andrew gave a little smile and a nod. “You too.”

~

 The doctor’s words were echoing oddly in Don’s ears, a distant scratchy quality to them, as if they were coming down a radio almost out of range.

 “He appears to have stabilized at 98.9. That’s a little warm but within human normal. If he can hold that for another couple of hours and I like what the next round of blood tests has to say, we’ll start him on a course of steroids to improve oxygen intake and then something for his kidneys.”

 “He’s getting better.” Don’s throat felt dry, his words hurt as if he hasn’t spoken in weeks.

 The doctor’s face was serious. “He’s not out of the woods yet, Mr. Eppes.”

 ‘Not out of the woods.’ That’s what the doctor kept saying. Don sat next to the incubator and leaned his head against it.

 “Hey, buddy. We need to talk. I know you’re not feeling too well right now. I don’t know if you’re scared, but I would be. I need you to know that there are people out here. Good, wonderful people who…who need you to get better, who need you to fight. And I know that’s a lot to ask. I know you don’t understand family or responsibility or a single word I’m saying but there are people out here who love you so much already. More than they thought possible and they need you to keep going because there’s so much I want to show you and teach you and I don’t know if I’m going to make it if I don’t get that chance and I know that’s a lot to put on you but…I know you’re strong. I know despite everything the doctors are saying…you’re an Eppes, you’re my son and that means…you’re like the core of a star, to steal from your uncle Larry, the greater the gravity on you the brighter you’ll shine and the stronger you’ll get. So rest now but don’t you dare stop fighting ‘cause you’re strong enough to beat all this. Okay?”

~

 The tubes draining the lungs came out first. Mattie winced and Don winced in sympathy, but the tubes had been running dry and there was no sound of fluid when the doctor listened. After that they were allowed to touch. It had been days. Anne slipped her hand in one side and Don in the other. They each slipped fingers beneath tiny hands.

 Don felt the small flex of fingers and smiled.

 ~

 Charlie checked his messages before going in. Call the White House, call the Pentagon, call the director, call NASA, call CalSci, call MIT, call Ian. Charlie clicked off his phone. If it was the apocalypse and there was something he could do to stop it then people knew where he could be found in person. Everything else could wait.

 Charlie checked over Mattie’s chart before sitting down. He’d never gone through the wanting to be a doctor phase any more than Don had, but he could read a trend chart with the best of them. Charlie smiled. Increase in urinary output. That meant improved kidney function.

 He sat down next to Anne, just giving her hand a quick squeeze in silent greeting and settled in for another night of watching and waiting.

 ~

 The I.V. tubes came out next. Don was glad to see those go. Too many memories associated with those. Sitting next to his mother chatting as the cancer drugs dripped into her arm. And later sitting next to her bed, the button to dispense morphine clutched in her hand, the tube in her arm, and the doctor saying it didn’t matter if she got addicted to it.

 And then later watching Taylor Ashby slip away, a man with a great mind who’d done great work for his country poisoned and driven half mad, left in a hospital, tubes dripping useless medicine into his arms. Five weeks later, a different hospital bed, Colby, more tubes trying to undo the damage Lancer had done with three little needles. Even later than that, Charlie, his baby brother, another hospital bed, this time the tubes pushing whole blood into him, replacing what was left splattered and puddled on a warehouse floor.

 When the I.V. tubes came out of Mattie, Don closed his eyes and prayed to anyone who might be listening that they never went back in.

 ~

 Anne cried. She knew it was just stress. Weeks of stress and hellish all-night vigils pouring out. She pressed her eyes into Sasha’s shoulder. She’d cried there enough times over the years either over men or bad reviews. Sasha had told her years ago that the true test of friendship was how much in the way of tears, snot and puke you’re willing to let the other person get on you.

 Sasha rubbed her back in broad strokes, making little soothing nonsense noises. Anne kept crying, crying for her son, for herself, for the husband she barely knew before being thrust into all this. For his family, who had so many hopes and dreams riding on a child she hadn’t been able to carry. She cried for the fact that she couldn’t remember a single lullaby her mother had ever sung, and cried for the fact that her own mother may have never sung to her at all.

 ~

 “Now it may take a moment for his lungs to respond. We’ll monitor it carefully and reintubate if needs be.”

 Don nodded and gripped Anne’s hand tight. The tube came out with a slight slurping noise. Mattie lay still. Don heard the seconds tick by in his head. Suddenly the tiny chest seemed to collapse in on itself, then inflate with a breath, then another.

 Don didn’t celebrate yet. If he got too tired just breathing or if enough air didn’t get in the tube would have to go back. The doctor watched the monitors. Don watched his son.

 “Well,” the doctor said after an eternal ten minutes. “Things look good, we’ll keep him under close observation for the next 24 hours then decide where we’ll go from there.”

 Don grinned, a chuckle bubbling up beyond his control. There was a second chuckle, he sat down hard as the chuckles he couldn’t control turned into tears.

 ~

 David sipped at his coffee as cats rolled around the yard of the suspect’s house. Next to him, Colby checked his phone for the tenth time in as many minutes.

 “You know your phone is set to make noise when a message comes in, right?”

 “I know, I know. They’re just running some tests today. Charlie said he’d text me with the results.”

 “Anything major?” David didn’t even have to ask who or what the tests were being run on.

 “Yeah, they’re going to try to get him to swallow without choking. If he can do that they can start him nursing. Charlie’s also arranged for a special MRI with some CalSci specialists so they can check brain development.”

 “Ah, very important.”

 “Well, it’s almost a guarantee there’s going to be something off somewhere. It would just be nice to know about it now.”

 “He’s an Eppes, man. Even if he ends up 20 points down from where he should be that will still put him a hell of a lot smarter than most.”

 “Don’t tell Charlie that, he…hold on.” The suspect came out of his house and peered suspiciously around. “That’s our guy.”

 “Think he’s going to run?”

 “Yep.” Colby put down his coffee and rolled his neck around. “Oh well, I missed my morning jog anyways.”

 ~

 Alan smiled. “Now that is a beautiful sight I have not seen in a long time.”

 Anne looked up a smile on her face. Mattie was held to her chest and was drinking with gusto. “He tuckers out after a few minutes but he’s making the best of it.”

 “He’ll get better at it.” Alan sat down next to the two. “How’s it feel?”

 Anne looked down at her son and thought about it for a second. “Weird…Good but weird. Better than the pump. There’s still a slight desire to go moo.”

 “You should have seen the pumps they had in the 70’s. Only time I saw Margaret truly close to homicide was dealing with one of those things.”

 Mattie began to slow down. “Just a couple of more weeks, Alan.” Anne said in a whisper. “We just need to get through a couple of more weeks.”

 “Yeah, a couple of more weeks, then the rest of your life.”

 “I think I just might be looking forward to it.”

 ~

 Charlie collapsed into bed next to Colby. He sniffed the air, then sniffed his own hands. “If I never smell antiseptic wash again it’ll be too soon.”

 “Well…It’s a change from chalk?” Colby mumbled half asleep next to him.

 “I like how chalk smells. It’s comforting.”

 “You know most people find them smell of their mother’s baking comforting, or something like that.”

 “Since when am I most people?”

 Colby reached out and took Charlie’s hand. “All someone needs to do is invent lemon scented chalk and your life will be perfect.”

 Charlie shifted a little so he was pressed lightly against Colby’s side. Colby began to comb his fingers through Charlie’s hair. Almost instantly Charlie felt himself begin to drift into sleep.

 “We’re creeping up on pretty close to perfect now,” Charlie mumbled.

 Colby turned and pressed a gentle kiss to Charlie’s lips. “Goodnight, love.”

 “Goodnight.”

 ~

 Don was holding his breath. Next to him, Charlie was practically vibrating, bouncing up and down on his toes.

 “Well, assuming no further complications and a continuation with this rate of growth I would feel comfortable discharging him at the end of the week.”

 Don let out the breath and squeezed Anne’s hand.

 ‘End of the week, end of the week.’ The words ran through Don’s head. ‘End of the week.

 It has seemed like he’d practically lived a life time in the ward. Well, it had been a lifetime. Mattie’s lifetime.

 Martha got Don settled in for some daddy time, Mattie strapped against his chest, over twice the size as he was the first time they did this.

 “Hey, Don?” Don answered his brother with a hum. “Have you got any…stuff?”

 “What stuff?”

 “Baby stuff. Diapers, bottles, clothes. You know, stuff?”

 Don looked at Anne, the reality of Charlie’s question hitting. They hadn’t bought a thing. Not so much as a teddy bear, not wanting to jinx it or have a reminder if something went wrong. “Uh…Not really.”

 Charlie’s face split into an odd grin that Don had never seen before.

“Annnnniiiiiiiie. What to go shopping?”

 Anne jumped up, giving Don and Mattie each a quick kiss. “Sorry, hon, but we need stuff and I’ve got to get out of here.” The two turned to leave.

 “Charlie,” Colby almost snapped.

 “What?”

 Colby held out one hand. “Hand it over.”

 “What?” Charlie’s eyes went wide, feigning innocence.

 “Charlie.” Colby’s voice was serious.

 Charlie sighed and handed over his wallet. Colby opened it and pulled out a couple pieces of plastic while Charlie pulled a face more reminiscent of a spoiled teenaged girl.

 Colby handed Charlie back his wallet. “Have fun.”

 Charlie rolled his eyes and left.

 “What was that about?” Don asked, feeling more than a little confused.

 Colby waved a couple of very fancy looking credit cards. “Charlie’s a little bad about very big ticket impulse spending when he’s on manic highs and he knows it.”

 “And you get to take his credit cards off him?” Don was more than a little weirded out about this unknown relationship dynamic.

 “Don, I balance his check book, pay his bills, make sure his taxes get filed, make sure he remembers to bill for consulting work and make sure his publisher and agent aren’t skimming.”

 “Really?”

 “Charlie’s got income coming in from six different directions and for a math genius he’s absolute crap at keeping track of it. It’s just this weird little blind spot. It’s a miracle he hasn’t been audited yet. And yet some idiot issued him no limit credit cards.” Colby waved the bits of plastic. “So when he gets in certain moods he has a very easy time mentally justifying things like one of those new electric Mustangs.”

 Don made an appreciative noise. He’d seen the ads. They were being hailed as the rebirth of the American car. “He tried to buy one?”

 “Not try, did. For my birthday. I made him give it back.”

 Don winced. “Well, you’re a better man than me. Did you at least give it a spin?”

 “Yeah, drove it back to the dealer.”

 “How’d it drive?” Don asked, realizing he was practically salivating at the thought.

 “Drove kinda like sex.” Colby’s voice was far away. “Really smooth sex.”

 “Oh, definitely a better man than me.”

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AN: Yes I know male pediatric nurse doesn’t automatically mean gay but Ian was being so well behaved I though he deserved a treat.

 

 
 
 
fredbassettfredbassett on December 18th, 2008 06:41 pm (UTC)
Oh god, when you said tissues might be needed, I automatically jumped to the wrong conclusion and panicked!

I'm glad I was wrong. And yes, Ian definitely deserved to get laid.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 18th, 2008 06:42 pm (UTC)
I didn't put a death warning just a tissue warning.
Devo79devo79 on December 18th, 2008 07:10 pm (UTC)
Ian should so have Pediatric!Nurse sex!
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 18th, 2008 07:15 pm (UTC)
I thought so. He was being such a good boy after all. ;-)
mikes_grrl on December 18th, 2008 07:49 pm (UTC)
This was an awesome chapter! YAY Mattie getting better! I love the reveal to Don about Colby being Charlie's accountant, and their little boy-bonding over the dream-car. Heh. Don's finding out more and more about their relationship -- right now he's kind of overwhelmed by the whole situation with Mattie but I wonder how this is all changing his perspective about Charlie.

The short exchange between Anne and Sasha was, to me, the best part of this whole installment, though.
Sasha had told her years ago that the true test of friendship was how much in the way of tears, snot and puke you’re willing to let the other person get on you.
That is utter truth, and I loved how you portrayed Anne's sense of being overwhelmed. That was a fantastic bit of writing.

And awwww...Ian got some! Liked how friendly that interaction was; very realistic and down to earth yet comforting.

The only thing that bugs me is the idea that PRESTO CHANGE-O Don has a wife and kid and suddenly isn't suicidal or broken anymore...which, okay, I don't really WANT Don to be broken but there just seemed to be a lot more going there before Anne showed up. ?????

ladygray99ladygray99 on December 18th, 2008 07:55 pm (UTC)
Did I say he wasn't broken and suicidal? No. He just has a wife and kid, doesn't mean he's all better he just doesn't exactly have the luxury of sitting around in the dark anymore. Remember Don is all about family responsibility and now he has one of his own. doesn't mean the darkness isn't still there in fact now he has more responsibility and pressure than ever before. He's probubly less likely to actually blow his brains out because he has a child and know that would royally fuck the kid up but that doesn't mean there isn't still self doubt.
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ninou1ninou1 on December 18th, 2008 08:18 pm (UTC)
Hey, buddy. We need to talk. I know you’re not feeling too well right now. I don’t know if you’re scared, but I would be. I need you to know that there are people out here. Good, wonderful people who…who need you to get better, who need you to fight. And I know that’s a lot to ask. I know you don’t understand family or responsibility or a single word I’m saying but there are people out here who love you so much already. More than they thought possible and they need you to keep going because there’s so much I want to show you and teach you and I don’t know if I’m going to make it if I don’t get that chance and I know that’s a lot to put on you but…I know you’re strong. I know despite everything the doctors are saying…you’re an Eppes, you’re my son and that means…you’re like the core of a star, to steal from your uncle Larry, the greater the gravity on you the brighter you’ll shine and the stronger you’ll get. So rest now but don’t you dare stop fighting ‘cause you’re strong enough to beat all this. Okay?”

Best part, ever, I understand why tissues where needed.

I'm somehow disappointed in Ian not ending with Martin, but it was nice "seeing" him have some fun.


ladygray99ladygray99 on December 18th, 2008 08:20 pm (UTC)
Ian and Martin will meet before the end of this long and twisted tail.
charleseppescharleseppes on December 18th, 2008 08:36 pm (UTC)
Ian/Andrew sex? Those two should be a couple. They seem perfect for each other!

Charlie and his credit cards! Is it just me or is he becoming more "girly" in this fic? Which I just LOVE by the way! LOL

{{huggles}}
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 18th, 2008 08:39 pm (UTC)
maybe just a little girly, just a little. I don't want to completely camp him up, he's still a bad ass as far as mathematicians go but ever so often he just flames a little tiny bit. usually to Colby's great embarrassment.
riverotter1951: red valentineriverotter1951 on December 18th, 2008 09:22 pm (UTC)
This is excellent: Ian winced. “Sorry, I don’t usually…” Ian waved a hand vaguely around.
“That’s okay. I don’t usually drag maudlin FBI agents home for a quickie after working a double, so we can both just write this one off.” -with both of them relieving the tension of work and responsibility.

Interesting as Don learns more about the relationship between Colby and Charlie. Colby has taken responsibility with Charlie accepting the restrictions that Colby has given him. " “Don, I balance his check book, pay his bills, make sure his taxes get filed, make sure he remembers to bill for consulting work and make sure his publisher and agent aren’t skimming.”- with Charlie accepting when Colby returns the car. There is give and take in their relationship and a balance that works for them.

ladygray99ladygray99 on December 18th, 2008 09:26 pm (UTC)
Oh I think Colby wanted that car really bad but an FBI agent just can't show up at work with a new 100K convertible. It's just not good for the image. There was a lot of pouting in their joint therapy session about it.
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Erinstarlettmalfoy on December 18th, 2008 10:38 pm (UTC)
Please tell me that we get some glimpse of the baby shopping! Hehe, I love seeing Charlie get all excited about little things like that. The glimpse of how overboard he went for Colby with the car was wonderful. Nice color choice too. ::grins:: I'm also very excited for Mattie to come home. Even if I actually *did* need tissues for Don's little 'speech'. Seriously, it was so heartbreakingly sweet. <3 See ya tomorrow, and as always, thanks!!!
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 19th, 2008 04:15 am (UTC)
Thank you and I'll see you tomorrow as well.
PenguinGoddess: supercuteclonus7 on December 18th, 2008 11:30 pm (UTC)
Damn! Where can I get my own Colby? And can I get him gift wrapped? In just a bow?

Yeah, Mattie's doing good and alomst ready to go home. Yeah! I will admit that I did shed a tear or two when Don was talking to him... so prescious :-)

There wasn't a part of this one that I didn't go back and read like two or three or five times. Especially the exchange with Don and Colby.

“He tried to buy one?”

“Not try, did. For my birthday. I made him give it back.”

Don winced. “Well, you’re a better man than me. Did you at least give it a spin?”

“Yeah, drove it back to the dealer.”

“How’d it drive?” Don asked, realizing he was practically salivating at the thought.

“Drove kinda like sex.” Colby’s voice was far away. “Really smooth sex.”

“Oh, definitely a better man than me.”

I would love to read that story. *nods head*

I hope Ian is good some more, cause he needs some lovin' too.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 19th, 2008 04:15 am (UTC)
I think you'll have to get in line behind half the fandom and charlie for you colby wrapped in a bow. ;-)
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DarkElyelysium1996 on December 19th, 2008 02:49 am (UTC)
enjoyable chapter as always.

You also have an extensive knowledge for neonatal care.. nurse in a former life? ; )
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 19th, 2008 04:14 am (UTC)
not even close. sabelle67's kid was a premi and she was good enough to answer extensive questions on it. everything else I fudged from wikipedia articals.
Margaret Annehappi_feet on December 19th, 2008 06:22 am (UTC)
Dear ladygray99,

Thank you so very much for letting Mattie make it through that ordeal. As a mother of three (the youngest of which is 9 months) I was literally perched on the edge of my seat for the last three chapters (which I read in one go, since I'm behind a bit from being busy packing my house into little boxes). I don't know if I could have taken the strain if the worst had come to pass. I might have just gathered them all up and taken them to bed with me for a good long (confused) snuggle.

Sincerely,
Me
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 19th, 2008 06:31 am (UTC)
I would never risk the wrath of the fandom for killing Don's kid. my own beta would have lead the lynch mob. :)
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foolartist02: charlie thinking bwfoolartist02 on December 19th, 2008 08:48 am (UTC)
oh yeah. love you. very tired. catch you tomorrow
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 19th, 2008 09:44 am (UTC)
sleep well. :)
mass_hipgnosis on December 19th, 2008 09:41 am (UTC)
*lurker pokes head out of cave*

Mattie's going home! *twirls you*

“Charlie’s a little bad about very big ticket impulse spending when he’s on manic highs and he knows it.”

I really enjoy bossy!Colby. Especially when it's warranted, and this is. It's like dealing with a six-year-old on a sugar high when they wanna go shopping manic.

*ducks back into cave*
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 19th, 2008 09:45 am (UTC)
my last major manic shopping spree ended in a 600$ corset. and I sure as hell don't have Charlie's income.
tonisimonetonisimone on December 19th, 2008 11:41 am (UTC)
"So when he gets in certain moods he has a very easy time mentally justifying things like one of those new electric Mustangs.”

Don made an appreciative noise. He’d seen the ads. They were being hailed as the rebirth of the American car. “He tried to buy one?”

“Not try, did. For my birthday. I made him give it back.”

Don winced. “Well, you’re a better man than me. Did you at least give it a spin?”

“Yeah, drove it back to the dealer.”

“How’d it drive?” Don asked, realizing he was practically salivating at the thought.

“Drove kinda like sex.” Colby’s voice was far away. “Really smooth sex.”

“Oh, definitely a better man than me.”


Colby is a better person than all of us put together.

If I had Colby's restraint I'd never have read a single Fanfic. But I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.


toni
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 19th, 2008 06:10 pm (UTC)
Restraint is over rated. ;-)
riverotter1951: Yucaipariverotter1951 on December 19th, 2008 02:56 pm (UTC)
You wrote: I would never risk the wrath of the fandom for killing Don's kid. my own beta would have lead the lynch mob. :)

I have easy access to feathers. Tar might be a little harder but I could contact the city. It seems that there is another street being paved weekly.

To give you an idea of how rural my town is, we did Oklahoma. The cast supplied every prop including a windmill. The list included quilts and various farm equipment. If we needed chickens, rabbits or a cow, those were also available.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 19th, 2008 06:11 pm (UTC)
Chickens are evil.

//Slowly backs away//
Mia: charlie/colbymia_dcwut_09 on January 1st, 2009 11:25 pm (UTC)
*sighs in relief* yay matties okay
ian finally got some loving
hope the nurse stays with him
teenage!like charlie so funny to read
love howcolby was give it here rofl
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 1st, 2009 11:30 pm (UTC)
Of Course Mattie's ok. I'd never do anything major it him. I like him to much and It would just kill Don.