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20 December 2008 @ 07:20 am
A Woman Waits for Me 30/39  
Title: A Woman Waits for Me
: 30/39
Author: ladygray99 
Pairing: Charlie/Colby, Don/OFC, Alan/OFC
Summary: When Don’s life slides into the darkness only family will help him find his way out. – Mattie goes home. (Yes he’s alive for all you cowards who skipped yesterday)
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 2,261
Warning: light, verging on fluffy, BDSM
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 29
Authors Notes: For those of you who read the preview draft there’s a new scene in this part. As for the rest of you, did you really think I could kill Don’s kid, after everything else, I mean really?????
Betas:swingandswirl  and riverotter1951 


Part 30
What Perfect Looks Like

Don plucked the last of the cards from the incubator and made a note to put them somewhere safe. It’s not every infant that gets a hand-written ‘welcome to the world’ message from the President, after all. Don looked around to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. Mattie was safe in Anne’s arms, the car seat was already installed in Don’s SUV, Dad, Charlie and Colby were at the loft setting it up for Mattie’s first night home, and Martha had already taken a picture for the Nurse’s Wall of Victory.

 Don looked around again. The few parents that looked his way had envy in their eyes. Don took a deep breath and headed out. By the door he stopped and shook the doctor’s hand. “Thank you,” Don said honestly.

 “My pleasure,” the doctor replied.

 Don leaned in close and spoke low in his ear. “Look, I’m sure you’re up to something, somewhere. Whatever it is, don’t let it be Federal so I don’t have to come down here and bust you. Okay?” Don gave the doctor a quick pat on the arm, ignoring his startled look, and walked out of the ward for the last time.


 “This is great,” Don said, looking around. The bedroom had been painted summer sky blue, trimmed with green. Charlie and Sasha had thrown everyone out of the room for three days while they went on an interior decorating spree. It was fully decked out with a changing table, drawers, shelves, all fully stocked with diapers, clothes and blankets, plus the old rocking chair that Don hadn’t seen since Charlie was small.

 “Where’s the crib?” Anne asked.

 “Your room,” Sasha replied. “We figured you’d want to keep him close for the first while.”

 Don felt a hand placed heavy on his shoulder. His father leaned in close. “Told you you’d make it.”

 Don sucked in a deep breath of air, the reality hitting. They had made it. Don took Mattie from Anne’s arms and wandered into the other bedroom. An elegant wooden crib sat by the side of the bed that hadn’t been made in months. Don laid Mattie down in it, his eyes flickering open, still an odd dark gray-blue. Don felt Charlie hug him, then his dad.

 “We’ll get out of your way. Let you three get settled in,” Alan said. “There’s a casserole in the fridge and some other stuff in the freezer so you shouldn’t have to cook for a few days.”

 “Thank you, Alan.” Anne said her voice a little tight with emotion. There was another round of hugs and everyone but Don and Anne filed out of the room.

 Don slipped an arm around his wife’s waist and looked down at his son. “Hun, what do we do now?”

 Anne cracked up. “I have no fucking clue.”

 Don started chuckling himself. “Oh good. As long as it’s not just me.”


 Don stared at the ceiling, dim, filtered street light coming through the windows. The bedside clock said midnight.

 “Are you asleep?” Don whispered softly to the woman next to him.

 “No.” Anne whispered back.

 Don sat up in bed. “Oh this is ridiculous.” Don got up and sat back down next to the crib. He peered in. Mattie was breathing gently. Charlie had done research and gotten them a top of the line home monitoring system that was really only a dumbed down version of what the hospital used. The read out on the little pink box said that pulse and oxygen were both fine. Don could see that he was breathing easy and steady. Don also knew in his heart it was going to be weeks before he could put Mattie down to sleep without panic and a million ‘what ifs’ grabbing at him. Don looked at Anne. “Tell you what. I’ll take the first watch, you take the second watch?”

 Anne chuckled and settled down under the blankets as Don got comfortable ready to spend another night just watching his son breathe.


Don ran his thumb along the ring in his pocket, across the flawless edge of the diamond. It was smaller than the one he had given to Kim, even smaller than the one he had considered giving to Robin, but unlike those stones the man in the shop had assured him this one was flawless, a perfect example of what a diamond should be.

 When he had given the ring to Kim he had taken her to the best restaurant he could afford. Before ordering dessert he’d slid the box across the table, looking into her eyes. Kim kissed him and they never got to dessert. It was only many years later that Don realized he’d never actually asked the question and Kim had never actually said yes.

 Anne lay Mattie down in his crib, the little boy having been changed, fed and burped. It was past noon and she was still in her nightgown. Mattie had had a long night and only a lifetime of compulsive habit had gotten Don into a shower and clothes that were somewhat clean. Don made a mental note to do laundry as soon as he found the energy. It would have to be soon. He was set to go back to the office in just a couple of days.

“You look beautiful.” Don said suddenly.

 Anne looked down at herself. “Don, I smell funny and I think something’s nesting in my hair. What are you smoking, and why aren’t you sharing?”

 Don smiled and placed a small kiss at her temple. “Marry me?” he whispered.

 “I already did.”

 Don shook his head, and taking a deep breath went down on one knee, then just to make sure he couldn’t make a run for it that easily, went down on the other. He pulled the ring out of his pocket.

 “Marry me, properly, for real. Please.”

 Anne looked down at him. “You couldn’t have waited ‘till I took a shower?”

 Don shook his head. “No.”

 “Don, we barely know each other.”

 “I know.”

 “Neither of us have the greatest relationship track record.”

 “I know.”

 “I’m ten kinds of screwed up.”

 “Me too.”

 “This isn’t going to be easy.”

 “I know.”

 Anne chewed on her lip before reaching down, taking the ring, and slipping it on her finger. “Okay. Yes.” Don stood and placed the softest of kisses on her lips. “Seriously, you couldn’t have waited until I took a shower?”


 Ian slouched in the old cracked leather armchair that his mother always kept in the corner of her room. He watched as she brushed her hair in front of the mirrored antique dressing table that had been more or less stolen from his grandparents and dragged every place they had ever lived.

 “So where’s he taking you?” Ian asked.

 “We’re going to dinner, then a concert at the Disney center.” Kathryn replied.

 Ian nodded. It was the first night out she and Alan had taken since Mattie was born. “This one is actually working, isn’t it?”

 “There’s no reason to sound so surprised.”

 Ian shrugged. “You’re two months past your personal best.”

 Kathryn sighed. “He’s good to me, Ian. I’m not even sure why. I wish I could have met him years ago, for your sake if nothing else.”

 “I think Mrs. Eppes might have had a thing or two to say on that point.”

 Kathryn chuckled. “She’s still around.”

 “Really?” Ian said softly.

 “I feel her sometimes when I’m at the house. There’s no malice, she’s just keeping an eye on her boys.”

 Ian just nodded. Kathryn put down the brush and began to twist her long hair to the top of her head before suddenly wincing and carefully flexing her hands.

 Ian got up. “Here, let me.” Ian couldn’t guess as to the amount of his childhood that was spent helping his mother get ready for a date. Each guy was The One. The one who would stay, the one who loved her, the one that would make a good father. Ian twisted the mass of hair with practiced ease into a soft bun and carefully slipped in the old silver hair pins that were lined up neatly on the dressing table.

 “How do I look?” She asked.

 “Lovely as always.”

 Kathryn smiled. “You’re such a good boy.”

 Ian chuckled and dropped a kiss on top of her head. “Even Ghengis Khan loved his mother.”


Colby tumbled through the front door of his apartment, Charlie’s hands practically ripping his shirt off as he went. Life was good Colby thought as he and Charlie raced to achieve mutual nakedness. Mattie was home and doing fine. The case of the paranoid IRS auditor was finally solved, there was a table free at their favorite restaurant and they both had the next day off.

Charlie finished stripping off the last of his clothes and hopped onto the bed, spreading himself out like some decadent offering to a god of sex.

“Is there something you’re wanting Doctor Eppes?” Colby asked, slowing down and peeling off the rest of his clothes.

“You. Bed. Sex. Now.”

Colby crawled across the bed, up Charlie’s body and kissed him. “So very demanding.” Charlie wriggled under him.

“Yeah, what are you going to do about it?”

Colby grabbed Charlie’s wrists, pinning him to the bed then began to leave little nips up and down his neck that he knew Charlie’s students would tease him about.

Charlie groaned and rolled his hips looking for any friction.

“You’re a tease, you know that Charlie?”

“Yeah, but I’m your tease.” Charlie answered breathlessly

“You know what happens to teases in this bed?”

Charlie grinned. Colby let him go and Charlie rolled over and got on his hands and knees. Colby landed a dozen quick swats to Charlie’s backside. He only used half strength and it was hardly more than a tickle by their standards, just enough to put a little heat into the skin.

“And two more for making that poor waiter fall in love with you when you are so very taken.” Charlie wiggled his backside at Colby and spread his knees. “You’re being demanding again.”

“I think we established that.”

Colby chuckled and grabbed the lube slicking up his cock and his fingers. It only took a quick moment to stretch Charlie already relaxed from the wine at dinner then Colby lined himself up and sunk in. They both let out soft groans. Colby rested his cheek on Charlie’s back for a moment just enjoying the feeling of being buried in Charlie with no other cares, after so many months of stress. “Charlie, build me something that can freeze time so we can stay like this.”

“I’ll start in the morning.”

Colby pulled out and set a slow easy pace he knew he could keep up for long minutes. Charlie threw his head back his hair falling well past his shoulders these days. He reached his arms around Charlie and pulled him up so they were spooned together, Colby’s thrusts shifting to fast and shallow.

Charlie laid his head back against Colby’s shoulder and made sweet little noises with each thrust. Colby slid his hand down and gripped Charlie’s cock working it in time to his thrusts.

“Oh God, Colby.” Charlie breathed then snapped his hips forward spraying cum across himself and Colby’s hand. Colby chuckled and Charlie limply fell forward. Colby followed and picked up speed, driving into Charlie until with a shout he found himself spilling into his lover, his love.

He collapsed next to Charlie and pulled him close.

“Let’s never go back to work. Let’s just spend the rest of our lives doing this.”

Charlie snuggled in even closer and Colby could feel him smile. “I think I could live with that, I really do.”


 Don walked through the halls of the hospital. Lost. He knew where he should be but the halls were empty and the arrows all seem to point the wrong direction.

 From somewhere he heard a baby cry and rushed through the halls towards it.

 He pushed open a door to the hospital’s small chapel. The screams got louder. Charlie sat on the altar dressed in orthodox black, a naked infant in his arms, wailing.

 “She won’t stop crying, Don.” Charlie said, tears falling from his own eyes. “The music’s too loud.” Charlie held her out and Don took her in his arms. A tube ran from her neck to Charlie’s arm, blood passing between them. “Take her, please, you’re late as it is.”


 Charlie yanked the tube from his arm, blood falling to the floor in thin rivulets. The baby stopped crying and looked up at Don with wide gray eyes.

 “The house, a kidney, a pint of blood. It’s all for you, Don. Don’t lose her. Don’t be late.” There was the sound of crying. Don looked down but the baby in his arms was quiet. Don blinked.

 Mattie stopped crying almost as soon as Anne lifted him out of the cradle next to the bed. Don gave his head a shake. Mattie still didn’t have the energy for long crying jags but since coming home he’d taken to waking a bit in the middle of the night.

 “He okay?” Don mumbled.

 “Just fussy. Go back to sleep.” Don shook his head and shifted over to the other side of the bed taking Mattie gently from Anne’s arms. He held the still small baby against his chest and felt himself begin to relax as his son settled back into sleep.

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Lizardlazar_grrl on December 19th, 2008 06:52 pm (UTC)
Okay, that last part was reeeeeeally creepy. And suddenly I'm thinking of baby Megan and the squirrelly doctor and given Numb3rs' track record I very much hope you're not going to that place. But I'll still read it even if you do, because this is way too addictive to stop now.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 19th, 2008 06:54 pm (UTC)
I'm not going to that place but please keep reading.
Lizardlazar_grrl on December 19th, 2008 07:05 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you. Seriously, thank you.
ninou1ninou1 on December 19th, 2008 06:52 pm (UTC)
Beautifuly done as always.

Mattie's finaly home, Anne and Don are gonna get married, Charlie and Colby are in heaven...

Why do I sense it could not go on like this ?
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 19th, 2008 06:53 pm (UTC)
Why not? Why can't they live happily ever after?
ninou1ninou1 on December 19th, 2008 07:25 pm (UTC)
Huh, maybe because I've the feeling it's not the end of the rollercoaster ride you took us in... But I'm not complaining, I really do love the ride :)
foolartist02: charlie thinking bwfoolartist02 on December 19th, 2008 06:58 pm (UTC)
Wow am I first? Cool. Sorry about last night, didn't have the energy to comment with intelligence. It was a beautiful chapter and so was this. Though the last was confusing, I suppose Don is having issues with being so in debt to his brother?? Two perfect lines/scenes:
“Look, I’m sure you’re up to something, somewhere. Whatever it is, don’t let it be Federal so I don’t have to come down here and bust you. Okay?”
Ian chuckled and dropped a kiss on top of her head. “Even Ghengis Khan loved his mother.”
Love'd it. I'll be away from a comp for two days but I look forward coming home to whitman goodness.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 19th, 2008 07:00 pm (UTC)
That's ok. There are mornings I post on auto pilot myself. Last bit was meant to be a bit confusing. Dreams do that. I'll see you in a couple of days.
Devo79devo79 on December 19th, 2008 07:09 pm (UTC)
That was...really creepy. And maybe a sign from the future?
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 19th, 2008 07:10 pm (UTC)
fredbassettfredbassett on December 19th, 2008 07:35 pm (UTC)
Loved the moment between Don and the doctor. Bet that shocked him.

This was a gorgeous chapter in all sorts of ways, and the last scene ended it splendidly off balance, if you know what I mean.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 19th, 2008 07:36 pm (UTC)
:) thank you.
wcpjfditdov on December 19th, 2008 10:21 pm (UTC)
Sorry for not commenting on the last few chapters. I watched Waltz with Bashir a few days ago and had a lot of trouble digesting it, so I just couldn't process anymore emotional pain.

I really like this chapter, especially considering all that has happened. Light and fluffy is good. At the end of the day it is the stuff we live for, no?

Wonder what the dream sequence means. The chapel, the altar, the way Charlie is dressed... Music being too loud - reference to scenes in Sing my body electric and Charlie's problems? Why is the child a girl instead of a boy? What shouldn't Don be late for? I will get the answers in later chapters or should I be able to figure them out with the information I have?

ladygray99ladygray99 on December 19th, 2008 10:44 pm (UTC)
Feel free to analyze the dream up one way and down the other. It might get explained to Whitman 5 or it might not depending on how the story goes. Good to see you back though.
wcpjfditdov on December 20th, 2008 12:54 pm (UTC)
Poor Ian, I guess his Mom's relationship troubles hurt him a lot as well, and explains to some extent why he has difficulty trusting/attaching to anyone. And if he compares himself to Ghengis Khan, that's suggestive of a whole load of other issues...

And, no, Charlie isn't really submissive. The brat knows exactly what he wants and how to get it :)
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 20th, 2008 06:35 pm (UTC)
Well Ian's got a couple of issues. This is Whitman after all. The funny thing is I'm writing up a back story about Ian over in Vignettes 'verse and that Ian is way more tragic and has way more issues. I think my Ian's got crossed somewhere.

Any yeah, Charlie tops from the bottom a lot. ;-)
Erinstarlettmalfoy on December 19th, 2008 11:11 pm (UTC)
I liked it... a nice transition from the stress of the last chapters into what everyday life with the new baby will be like. Not sure how I feel about Don's dream, so I'm not gonna dwell on it for now, lol.

I'm excited to see how Don adjusts (or doesn't!) into going back to work... as well as the "wedding", if it happens for us to see.. which, personally, I hope it does. Alan should get to be there for something like that, y'know? And Charlie.

Loved the Colby/Charlie... I rather missed that as of late. Hehe. Sweet smut for the win.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 20th, 2008 02:46 am (UTC)
Oh yes the wedding will happen in full glory. It's going to take me two days to post it all plus two days for the stag night. our boys may never be the same.
constructed by a sociopath in a sweatervest: Penguinskyrdwyn on December 20th, 2008 03:13 am (UTC)
As for the rest of you, did you really think I could kill Don’s kid, after everything else, I mean really?????

Speaking as a writer who has killed off original kids of main characters....yeah, I could see it. But very glad you didn't. Very nice to see little Mattie come home.

And seriously, Don, you couldn't wait until Anne had had a shower?
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 20th, 2008 05:11 am (UTC)
Don's been a fed too long. he's programed to catch people when they least expect it.
riverotter1951: rosesriverotter1951 on December 20th, 2008 02:21 pm (UTC)
Mattie is home with Don and Anne having to learn how to take care of him. Alan will be thrilled to have a grand son and willing to help Don and Anne learn.

The additional scene with Charlie and Colby fits well. Interesting: Colby landed a dozen quick swats to Charlie’s backside. He only used half strength and it was hardly more than a tickle by their standards, just enough to put a little heat into the skin. Charlie needs pain before he can enjoy pleasure.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 20th, 2008 06:32 pm (UTC)
I think this is less about needing pain and more about Charlie being a naughty boy and needing a spanking ;-)
Mia: theboysmia_dcwut_09 on January 1st, 2009 11:37 pm (UTC)
aww ian with his mom so sweet
hope dons not having dreams of baby megan and he needs to talk to someone
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 1st, 2009 11:51 pm (UTC)
Don's going to spend a little more time on Bradfords couch.
twins_m0m on January 14th, 2009 09:41 pm (UTC)
Yeah! Mattie's finally home! Don and Anne get to be parents. Ian with his mother was sweet. Colby and Charlie was hot and lovely. Don watching over his son sounds very familiar. And that dream at at the end was weird. Loved Don's comment to the doctor (now I'm left with wondering just what he was up to).
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 14th, 2009 11:07 pm (UTC)
Yep. He's home safe and sound now there's just another 18 years of obsessive worrying to do. :-)

P.S. We really need to get you an icon.
laura_trekkielaura_trekkie on January 18th, 2009 03:48 pm (UTC)
Yay, Mattie's home. I could totally see why Anne and Don wouldn't have a clue what to do next now that there's no constant vigil and monitor-reading necessary.

I loved mother's boy Ian doing her hair :).

Also loved Charlie/Colby (of course). Nice to see everyone starting to relax now Mattie's home. Though Don's dream shows that there's a lot of pent up fear and worry left over. Maybe a talk with Bradford?

ladygray99ladygray99 on January 19th, 2009 04:31 am (UTC)
Yes a talk with Bradford would be good.