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25 December 2008 @ 05:20 am
A Woman Waits for Me 35/39  
Title: A Woman Waits for Me
: 35/39
Author: ladygray99 
Pairing: Charlie/Colby
Summary: When Don’s life slides into the darkness only family will help him find his way out. – The stag night continues. Colby and Ian have a talk.
Rating: R
Word Count: 5,188
Warning: A little D/s sorta
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 30 31 32 33 34
Authors Notes: Yes I can work angst into a party. Hope you all like it and since I’m going to be working over the holidays I’m also going to be posting over the holidays. Hope everyone who celebrates such things enjoys theirs.
Betas: swingandswirl and riverotter1951 



Part 35
The Soft Shift of Sand


David knew from experience that Charlie was a happy, funny drunk. Admittedly, most of what Charlie found funny went over his head but Charlie laughed anyway. What David never expected was that Ian was a funny drunk as well. He had expected the sniper to be a dark broody drunk. Instead Ian was giggling almost hysterically in the back of the limo over some psychology pun Charlie’s therapist had told him.

 The limo stopped and Charlie shooed everyone out into the street in front of a bunch of concrete-block converted warehouses. There was a blinking neon sign over one door that read ‘The Place’.

 “Where are we, Charlie?” Don asked.

 “We are at the serious drinking part of the evening. This place makes the best mojitos in LA.” Charlie led the way through heavy metal doors that had bits of bamboo stuck to them. Inside it looked like a Day-Glo black light version of the tiki room at Disney Land, and an odd techno reggae was coming from the DJ’s turntables. The clientele was distinctly older than the last place. Instead of over-primped twenty-somethings this crowd looked more like professional thirty-somethings cutting loose for the weekend. The dance on the small wooden floor looked less like vertical mating and more just moving for fun.

 Charlie led them to the bar. The bar menu had a list of Brazilian food but only one drink listed. Charlie gestured to the bartender and a minute later there were six of the lethal concoctions lined up for the party. David was actually a little nervous. The last time he’d done a serious drink on mojitos he was in college and he’d lost 18 hours of his life. Charlie raised his glass in silent toast and everyone did the same. Dave took a sip. Yep.’ That was definitely the best mojito David had ever had.

 Charlie pointed to a booth that was being abandoned by a gaggle of women. Before they could even get halfway across the floor a stunning woman in a red dress slinked up to Ian. There was a quick exchange of words, Ian chugged his drink and, with a shit-eating grin, followed the woman onto the dance floor. As they took their seats David noticed a group of women checking out their party. He suddenly realized that Charlie had lead them into a mid-30s meat market and their group, composed mostly of hard-bodied federal agents, looked pretty damn good. David grinned. ‘Thank you, Charlie.’


 Megan sipped at a Mountain Dew while the other women passed around a bottle of five-dollar bubbly wine, giggling as if they were teenagers and had managed to steal it. Megan wasn’t going to drink alcohol while pregnant but the child was going to be the offspring of an FBI agent and a physicist so she didn’t feel too much guilt in getting the caffeine addiction started now.


 David leaned against the bar and tried to catch his breath. An office manager named Bianca had tried to dance him into the floor for almost an hour. He finally managed to beg off the dance floor but did slip her his number first.

 David was finding that it was kind of amusing watching which women went after which guys in their group. Only the ones oozing confidence and a little danger went after Ian. Charlie seemed to be picking up the few twenty-somethings around. A pack of lawyers made an attempt to pick up Don and Colby en masse, and Larry had spent the last hour drunkenly explaining the finer points of the Higgs-Boson particle to a pair of twin redheads that actually seemed interested.

 Larry excused himself from the redheads and headed towards the bar. Leaning next to David, he ordered up another round.

 “Go easy on those things, Professor. They’re lethal.”

 Larry smiled up at David. “Agent Sinclair, I have eight years of university education. I know how to drink.” Larry picked up his drink and two more and headed back to the redheads.

 Ian Edgerton the funny drunk stumbled off the dance floor and grabbed a chunk of bar next to David.

 “Hey, David.” Ian greeted in a way that was almost bubbly. David tried not to laugh.

 “Hey, Ian. How are you doing?”

 “I’m doing great.” Ian pulled four slips of paper out of his pocket. “Blonde, brunette, redhead, and that waiter with the really nice ass.”

 “Larry seems to have landed twins.”

 Ian gave a dismissive wave. “Nah, he’s just trying to convert them. Megan would kill him.”

 “That she would.”

 David watched as an average looking guy in a tan suit moved in between them and ordered two drinks. He also watched as the man’s hand went from his pocket to the top of one drink. There was a tiny plop as the man picked up his drinks and headed to a table towards the back of the place.

 “You see that, Ian?”

 “Yep.” Ian answered quickly, suddenly sounding far more sober.

 David grabbed the bartender. “Call the cops, guy just spiked somebody’s drink.” David gestured to the man in the tan suit. The bartender nodded and also waved over the bouncer.

 Ian was already following the man in the suit across the floor and David trotted to catch up. The guy put the drink down in front of a sweet little doe-eyed girl who barely looked old enough to be in there. She raised the drink to her lips. Ian whipped out a hand and put it over the glass.

 “You might not want to drink that, this asshole is trying to slip you something,” he said with a predatory grin.

 “Now just a sec…” the man objected, starting to get out of his seat. David quickly put him back down into it, hard.

 Ian took the glass from the woman and held it to the light. “See, you can still see the tablet dissolving.”

 The poor girl looked to be in absolute shock as she looked back and forth between the glass and the man who had given it to her. Before the man could put up more objections Don and Colby wandered over.

 “What’s going on?” Don asked.

 David grinned. “This Casanova here decided to put an additive in this nice lady’s drink.”

 “Really?” Don drew out the word and Colby cracked his knuckles in a distinctly menacing fashion. Before the man could wet himself the bouncer showed up with Charlie and Larry right behind.

 “Is this the guy?” the bouncer asked David.


 “And this is the drink,” Ian said, half toasting the group with it.

 The bouncer took the drink from Ian. “Well, thanks, guys, I’ll sit on him until the cops get here.”

 “Say,” Ian said brightly. “We’re FBI, mostly.” Colby fished out an ID. “And we wouldn’t want to upset your customers. Have you got a back alley to this place? We could sit on him for you ‘till the cops get here and you can make sure this nice lady is okay.”

 The bouncer grinned. “Out the fire exit, it’s not alarmed.”


 “So why are we egging this guy’s car?” Megan asked.

 “Ritual separation of past relations.” Mary answered.

 “He’s the asshole I dated before Don. Put me off men for a year and he still owes me a hundred bucks,” Anne said.

 “Cool,” Megan replied and picked up an egg.


 David looked at the man sitting on the floor of the alley. His hands were bound with one of his socks and the other sock was rolled up and shoved in his mouth. Charlie had produced a Sharpie from somewhere and had boldly written the man’s crime on his face with it. And if going to lockup with ‘Attempted Date Rapist’ written across your face wasn’t bad enough, Larry had decided to display his little-used artistic talent by doodling rather pornographic figures across the man’s chest. If anyone took those doodles as a suggestion the man was going to have a very bad night indeed.

 David looked at the doodles. “I didn’t know you were an artist, Larry.”

 “My father was a painter, insisted I study art for years. Never quite had the passion for it he did.”

 “Well, you certainly have technical skill.”

 “Thank you, David.” The man tried to yell out an objection through the sock. “What do you think he’s saying?”

 “I hardly think it matters.”

 David sipped at the drink the bartender had been nice enough to bring out for them.

 The back door to the club opened and a couple of LAPD uniforms came out with the bouncer. The cops did a quick look around of the scene. The man with the sock in his mouth started his protests again.

 “I take it this is the guy?” the older of the two cops asked.

 “Yep!” Ian said, the bubbly enthusiasm for life having returned.

 “And you’re all Bureau?” the younger cop asked. Everyone dug through their pockets for ID.

 “I’m not!” Larry stated boldly. “I’m an astronaut!” The cops looked like they were mentally sorting Larry as raving drunk until Larry held out his old ISS/NASA ID.

 “No shit,” the older cop said with a chuckle, looking at the ID. Then Charlie held out his ID.

 “I’m not a Fed but I’ve got presidential security clearance. Does that work?”

 “Uh...” The cop obviously had no idea what he was looking at as Charlie held out a plastic card covered in holograms and agency logos with the white house seal in the center. “Sure.”

 “So who saw the guy dose the drink?” The younger cop asked. David and Ian raised their hands. “Okay, you guys are going to have to give a statement.”

 David and Ian looked at each other. “Uh…look…” David said. “We’re in the middle of a stag night and honestly pretty well wasted.” Everyone raised their drinks. “Any chance we could just give you our cards and do it over the phone in the morning?” David thought about the almost guaranteed hangover, “or afternoon, yeah, afternoon would be better. When’s the wedding?” David asked.

 “Four thirty.” Don supplied.

 “Right. You could stop by, more the merrier.”

 “We haven’t searched him.” Don said. “I’m sure he’s holding something that’ll let you keep him in lock up for the night.”

 The older cop turned to the guy on the ground. “Did they search you?” There was a string of angry mumbles.

 Larry whacked the guy on the side of the head. “Oh, just shake your head.” The guy shook his head.

 The cops hauled him to his feet but left the sock in his mouth.

 “A sock?” The younger cop asked, looking at the guy’s hands.

 “No one brought cuffs. Again,” Don said, eyeballing his team.

 “You didn’t bring cuffs either,” Ian pointed out.

 “They would have ruined the line of the jeans!” Don blurted out in his own drunken defense.

 Charlie cracked up along with everyone else. “Don, can we please try to remember that I’m the gay brother and you’re the one marrying a chick tomorrow.”

 “Oh, shut up.”

 The cops patted the guy down and pulled out a couple of baggies of various pills and a butterfly knife.

 The older cop held the knife in front of the guy. “For the record, these are a felony in California.” The guy shouted through the sock. “You’ll get your lawyer and your phone call, don’t worry.”

 David handed the younger cop his and Ian’s card. “Maybe call around…three. We should be together by three.”

 “Sure thing, have a good night.”

 Everyone gave a cheery wave goodbye as the cops dragged the guy out of the alley to the street.

 David turned to Charlie. “So, where to next?”


 Anne looked down on LA from the back side of the Hollywood sign. “I have lived in LA my entire life and I’ve never been here.”

 Megan nodded. “From here the city almost looks livable.”


 Don stumbled through the door to Gonzales’ under his own demands for a simple beer. It was still a couple of hours before closing, enough time to drain the bottom of the kegs. The bartender didn’t pay them much attention. He’d seen them stumble in still in TAC gear, armed, dripping blood on the floor and start ordering shots. Already drunk and dressed up did not exactly count as notable. They ordered beers and settled into one of the larger booths, having hit the happy mellow stage of drunk.

 The beers arrived and everyone drank deep. Before they could get to the bottom the bartender came over again with a jumbo bottle of tequila and a stack of shot glasses. “Wedding present from the management for a valued customer.”

 Don grinned. “Thanks, man. I think I’m going to need it.”

 Don passed around the shot glasses. Colby shook his head. “Oh no. I have learned better than to drink tequila with an Eppes.”

 “Stop whining.” Don poured shots all around then lifted his own glass and studied the yellow-gold liquid. “To those we love who actually put up with us.”

 “Here, here.” Ian said and everyone tipped back their drink. Don snickered at Colby and David wincing. Ian tossed his back like a pro and so did Larry. Don had never had a problem with tequila and neither did Charlie. He wondered if it was genetic or if it had something to do with their Dad rubbing it on their gums when they were teething and Mom wasn’t looking.

 Charlie snickered to himself then held out his glass to Larry. “Larry, I never?”

 Larry rolled his eyes. “I am never playing that with you again, Charles; I was hungover for two days.”

 “And I wasn’t?”

 David chuckled. “I haven’t played that since I was seventeen.”

 Charlie shook his head. “You need to be nearly thirty to play it right. At seventeen you just haven’t done enough.”

 “Well, some of us haven’t,” Larry said.

 Don winced a little. “I have a couple of vague memories of playing that in college with some girls.”

 Charlie snickered again. “Larry, I never…”

 “No,” Larry cut in. “You know too much about me, Charles you’ll only end up getting me drunk.”

 “Larry, you’re already completely drunk.” David provided.


 “Come on Larry.” Charlie whined “I want to play.”

 Larry lowered his head to the table top and banged it a few times.

 “Yeah, come on Larry.” Don said reaching around and poking him in the ribs.

 “Oh, what are we, seventeen? And girls?” David complained.

 “Come on David.” Colby said, getting into the swing of things. “We all know enough shit about each other to be brutal.”

 David gave a chuckle and shook his head. “Sure, man, whatever.”

 Charlie raised his glass again. “Hey, Larry, I’ve never been banned from a swimming facility.” Larry gave Charlie the finger and tossed back his shot.

 “Which one?” Don asked.

 “Princeton Pool.” Charlie answered for Larry. “For an incident involving the dean of the medical school, her twin sister, a visiting MIT chemist, an after-hours trespassing charge, and gross misuse of university bathing facilities.”

 Everyone cracked up. “That was long before your time, Charles,” Larry said, as if it were some sort of defense.

 “Maybe, but I still heard about it maybe five minutes after getting you as an advisor.”

 “Okay, who’s next?” Don asked.

 David rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe we’re playing this.”

 “One round.”

 “I think David just volunteered.”

 David shook his head and raised his glass. “Okay. I’ve never kissed another dude.”

 Charlie, Colby, Ian and Larry all shrugged and downed their shots, almost missing Don drinking his. Charlie sputtered. “Who and when?” he demanded

 “College, and for the record I was really, really, really, really, really stoned and…Idon’texactlyremberhisname.” Don finished quickly.

 “Don, you bastard heart breaker!” Ian accused.

 “I think he was on the swim team,” Don said with a wince.

 “Was he at least hot?” Charlie asked.

 “I was stoned. I would have kissed a yak at that point.”

 “I am so finding you an inflatable yak.” Colby muttered into his empty glass.

  “Okay, okay, who’s next?” Don asked.

 “Larry,” Charlie declared with a grand wave of the arm.

 Larry raised his glass. “In the spirit of encouraging maximum alcohol consumption I’m sure I am the only person at this table who’s never been shot at.”

 Five shots went back in perfect unison and a fresh round was poured. Don poked Colby in the ribs.

 “Okay, let me think. Ah, I’ve never had a threesome.”

 “Is that a request?” Charlie asked in a heavy sultry tone.

 “Just drink your tequila.” Everyone at the table drank. Colby looked at David. “Seriously?”

 “I haven’t told you every story from Tel Aviv.”

 “Obviously, next stakeout you’re naming names.”

 “You wish.”

 “Ian,” Don said.

 Ian looked at Charlie. “I have never danced on a bar top.” Charlie gave Ian a dirty look and drank. Larry did too. “Someone just tell me it wasn’t at the same time.”

 “No,” Charlie and Larry stated firmly.

 “Ok, Don. Last one up.” Ian said.

 Don grinned. “I have never worn tights.” Charlie drank.

 “I’ll get you for that, Eppes.” Ian said as he drank.



 “Shut up.”

 “I’ve seen the pictures.” Don said. “Little green tights.”


 Megan giggled and sipped at her Mt. Dew.

 “Okay, okay,” one of the girls said. “I’ve never had sex with another girl.” Everyone else in the hen party shrugged and drank.


 Ian nearly tripped over a lump of sand in the middle of the beach they were stumbling down. Any plan that might have existed for the evening had vanished when Don bet Charlie twenty bucks he couldn’t get them into the very elite Club 7. The elaborate con to pass Ian off as the crown prince of the Philippines got them only as far as the front door. After that they acquired beer somewhere, Ian wasn’t exactly sure where any more, and now each man had a six pack of Guinness and was stumbling down a beach towards a bonfire Don wanted to investigate.

 As they got close fiddle music was coming from somewhere. A couple of girls in long skirts were dancing around the fire and another dozen or so people seemed to be scattered around the sand. It looked like a good, old fashioned, probably third generation hippy bonfire. And when a very particular smell hit his nose Ian became worried he might die under the waves of pure childhood nostalgia. Someone must have seen them coming because the music got turned down and a guy with an old ‘Impeach Bush!’ t-shirt and dreads stood up and faced them as they reached the edge of the fire light.

 “Hey,” Don greeted.

 “Hey,” the hippy replied.

 “Good night for it.”


 Don gestured to the joint blatantly held in the guy’s hand. “Can you share that?” Don asked. Ian was too drunk to be anything other than amused at Special Agent Don Eppes’ blatant solicitation of a controlled substance.

 “Don’t know.”

 Don held up the six-pack. “Guinness?”


 The music was turned back up and beer was exchanged for the joint. Don took a long drag and held it for a moment before giggling. “Oh shit, I’ve missed that.”

 The little party got back underway with the addition of a half dozen squares and a couple dozen cans of Guinness.

 Ian found himself looking at a young woman of probably no more than twenty with a toddler asleep in her arms.

 “Yes?” The woman asked, noticing Ian’s stare.

 Ian shook his head. “Sorry, was just thinking that could have been me a very long time ago.”

 The woman petted the little boy’s head. “He’s a good boy.”

 “So was I.”

 “Not any more?”

 Ian shrugged and sipped at his beer. “The US government pays me a living wage to hunt down the worst people imaginable and kill them, so honestly I don’t know anymore.” The girl, and really she was hardly more than a girl stiffened and drew the boy tighter to her. “Bit of advice. Don’t make yourself crazy trying to find the perfect father for him. Just be a good mother. More important.”

 Before the girl could answer a heavy arm fell across Ian’s shoulders.

 “Ian, you and I need to talk.” Ian looked into the serious eyes of a very drunk Colby and quickly tried to figure out if, in his equally inebriated state, he could take Colby in a fight.

 Colby dragged the two of them to a log outside the ring of fire light. “You like Charlie.” It wasn’t a question.

 “Look, Colby, I promise I’m not…”

 “Yeah but you would. I mean, if I weren’t here, you’d be all over that.” Colby gestured with a can of beer to Charlie’s silhouette, joyfully spinning around with some girl, backlit by the fire.

 “Colby, I’m really drunk.”

 “So am I.” Colby became silent, his face pensive. “I love him so much,” he said in barely a whisper.

 “I know that. Everyone knows that.”

 “Charlie is hurt.” Colby stated flatly as Ian tried to keep up with the shift in conversation. “He’s broken, he’s broken in so many ways I can’t fix. I just try to keep him from ripping off the bandages. He would. He’d let himself bleed out.” Colby turned to Ian. “We have rules, very important rules, but they’re an equation, see, have to be balanced. He has half the rules and I have the other half but they don’t work alone, understand?” Ian nodded, not understanding a thing. “I take a bullet, Charlie will keep to his half of the rules but there won’t be balance. I take a bullet Charlie goes insane. A week, a month, it won’t take long.”

 Some bits of twisted drunk logic were beginning to click into place as tears glistened in Colby’s eyes. “So someone else has to pick up the other half of the equation?”

 “Exactly.” Colby gave a firm nod. “The only way the Arrangement works is if there are two people to follow the Rules.” Ian could hear the capital letters. “Not the amendments.” Colby said suddenly, harshly. “Those are mine. I fought for those.”


 “Someone has to make the numbers go away, though. There has to be balance. There has to be two. Someone who knows what he is, won’t try to use him.”

 “Me?” Ian asked carefully.

 “Not the Amendments.” Colby said quickly.


 “Just the Rules.”

 Ian knew he was drunk and Colby was utterly wasted but he had the funny feeling that on some level he’d just been willed Charlie like a beloved pet. “Colby, I’m very drunk and so are you. Write it down, put it some place safe. You go down, I’ll take care of things.”

 Colby grabbed Ian by the collar. “I’m serious, Ian.”

 “I know.”

 “He’s so important. Give him a running start and he’ll save the world. He can’t lose himself. He can’t pine for me. I’m just a field grunt and a selfish bastard and he’s so important.”

  “I know. I’ll take care of it, Colby. I promise.”

 Colby closed his eyes and let go of Ian, then turned back towards the fire. “Charlie,” he called out. Charlie turned and trotted across the sand towards them, like an eager puppy to his master’s voice.

 His master’s voice.


 A thousand quick moments fluttered across Ian’s mind. Touches, looks, quick words in just a certain tone of voice. His master’s voice. A thousand more images rushed across Ian’s mind, lurid, pornographic, Charlie on his knees, Charlie bent over, Charlie hard, desperate, pleading, moaning first Colby’s name, then Ian’s. Ian was never so grateful for the dark as he felt his face burn and his dick become brutally hard.

 Charlie was straddling Colby’s lap, legs wrapped around Colby’s waist. Colby was peppering soft kisses across Charlie’s face.

 “I love you so much,” Colby said against the skin of Charlie’s cheek. “I love you so much it hurts.”

 “I know.” Charlie whispered, pressing himself against Colby. Ian wanted to run, he shouldn’t be watching, a grotesque voyeur into something he had never found, never let himself feel. He couldn’t move his legs.

 “I will always take care of you. Always. No matter what, I promise.”

 “I know, love.”

 “I wish I could let you go, wish you didn’t need to be bound, wish you could come to me freely.” Ian could hear the crack in Colby’s voice. Charlie pulled back and cupped Colby’s face, wiping away the tears with his thumbs.

 “No, love, you save my life. Every day you save my life.” Charlie pressed his forehead to Colby’s. “Who’d want to be free of that?”

 Colby lifted his face and kissed Charlie deep, wrapping his arms around him tight. Ian watched as Charlie melted into the kiss, him and Colby flowing into one form in the dim flicker light of the fire.

 Without warning Colby stood, unceremoniously dumping Charlie into Ian’s lap in the process. Charlie giggled and Ian grabbed hold before Charlie could topple into the sand and once he had grabbled hold he didn’t let go, he couldn’t, not with Charlie warm and soft against his body, lips full from kissing. The moment stretched, Charlie breathing hard, a gap of only a foot between their lips. Ian looked up. He couldn’t make out Colby’s face but he had the feeling he’d past a test. He hadn’t let Charlie fall.

 “Charlie,” Colby said quietly. Charlie jumped up, slipping from Ian’s grip, not even a hairsbreadth of hesitation, and followed Colby back to the fire.

 Ian fell backwards off the log into the sand. There were only a handful of stars in the sky and they seemed to swim. He rolled over and crawled into the dark until he was behind a large boulder on the beach. He prayed no one was watching but his eyes weren’t focusing and his head was swimming in a lethal combination of alcohol and lust. With half numb fingers he yanked down his jeans and quickly worked himself to climax. For the first time in his life he felt shame in the act, picturing someone who was loved so totally by someone else. Ian clamped his jaw shut as he came hard to a vivid image of Charlie on his knees, looking up, eyes filled with devotion and love.


 David was impressed by Don’s sense of balance as he climbed onto a driftwood log.

 “I have something I would like to say,” Don slurred out, raising his can of beer. The hippies all looked at him in morbid curiosity. “Almost two years ago now I had a very bad day and tried to eat my gun.” David knew if he was sober he’d be more shocked. “And Charlie, my dear, beautiful, messed up little brother Charlie stopped me. Said I couldn’t, wasn’t allowed. And I need to thank him for that ‘cause if I’d blown my brains out like I wanted, one week to the day later I would have missed meeting Anne, my beautiful wife, mother of my child, a woman I love so much I’m actually marrying her again tomorrow…or I guess today, whenever the sun comes up. So to you, Charlie, for not only saving my life but being good enough to take me out and get me completely shit-faced drunk tonight… I’ll return the favor as soon as Colby decides to make an honest man out of you.”

 Colby managed to snort an entire mouthful of beer, sending it out his nose in spectacular fashion, much to the amusement of the crowd. Don almost fell off the log as he erupted into uncontrollable stoned/drunk giggles.

 “To those who love us,” one of the hippies toasted.

 “To the mothers of our wormholes,” Larry said, raising his own beer. Strangely, it was Ian who caught up first with that one.

 “You knocked up Reeves?” he exclaimed. Don fell off the log.

 Larry giggled. “She is my sun, my stars, my gravity, like a rogue planet she fell into my orbit, drew a moon from me and forever altered my rotation.”

 Don managed to crawl over the log, haul himself to his feet, and grab Larry. “Larry,” Don started carefully. “Have you gotten my second-in-command pregnant?”

 Larry giggled again. “Only a little.”

 “Uh… Larry, I’m not an expert but I’m pretty sure it’s a binary state.” Charlie pointed out.

 “You’re making an honest woman out of her,” Don said. It wasn’t a question.

 “As soon as she makes an honest man out of me.” Larry stated firmly.

 Charlie swung an arm around Larry’s shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. “Larry, I’ve got to say, it’s about fucking time.”


 Megan sank into bed. It was annoying, barely eight weeks and she was already feeling tired more easily. She put her hand over her still flat stomach and wondered how Larry was doing out with the boys. She sighed and decided she’d tell Don in another few weeks. The rest of the office could find out in their own time.


 Ian stumbled through the front door of the Eppes family estate, trying to be quiet. He figured he must have failed along with everyone else, because Alan was quickly coming down the stairs.

 “It’s about time you lot got in. I was about to call the police and the hospitals.”

 “Don’t worry, we talked our way out of that,” David said.

 Alan sniffed the air. “Lord, I hope none of you get a random test on Monday.” Don was slumped against David and mumbling to himself. Charlie was being more or less held up by Colby. Larry had already passed out on the couch. “Okay, all of you get to bed. David, Ian, if you could drop my eldest son off in the guest room there are two inflatable beds set up in the solarium.”

“Good night, Alan,” Colby mumbled as he dragged Charlie up the stairs.

Alan manhandled Larry into a better position and tossed a blanket over him. “Well, go on.” Alan gestured to the stairs that suddenly looked a little daunting. Ian took a big breath and got an arm around Don’s waist and started steering him upstairs with David’s help.

They flopped Don onto the bed and Ian pulled off his shoes while David tried to get off Don’s jacket.

“Charlie?” Don mumbled drunkenly.

“It’s just us, Don,” Ian said. Don’s eyes were closed but he somehow managed to snag David’s wrist.

“I’m sorry, Charlie,” Don mumbled.

“It’s okay, Don,” David said.

“I lied, wanted you to hit me again, wanted you to break me.”

David pried his wrist free. “It’s okay Don, go to sleep.”

“You should have hit me again. I said yes. Consent.”

“It’s okay Don.”

“Next time, brothers again, okay? I’ll do better. I promise.”

“Sure,” David said softly. “Go to sleep.”

Don sagged into himself and finished passing out. David and Ian snuck out of the room and looked at each other in the hall.

“Okay, I’m still way to drunk to process that.” David said.

Ian nodded in agreement, “You don’t know the half of it. Let’s go pass out.”


fredbassettfredbassett on December 24th, 2008 04:49 pm (UTC)
“I was stoned. I would have kissed a yak at that point.”

Lovely line, and oh my, I adored Colby's conversation with Ian, that was all kinds of awesome.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 24th, 2008 07:25 pm (UTC)
Thank you. see you at the wedding tomorrow. :)
mikes_grrl on December 24th, 2008 05:00 pm (UTC)
Okay, that was AWESOME! I loved it all! The girls doing their thing, the men getting TRASHED...just wonderful!

I can see the vibe of Colby wanting someone he can trust in the wings, someone he can 'give' Charlie too in the event of catastrophe. Ian is a good choice for that, although it breaks my heart the way he jacked off by himself, longing for that kind of love and devotion -- because even IF Colby dies, Charlie would never love Ian that much. I know you've got someone in mind for Ian, but still, I'm sorry for him *now*.

This, though, is a bit of a bombshell:
“I lied, wanted you to hit me again, wanted you to break me.”

WHAT? Don? Okay yeah we've discussed that he's still broken but WHAT? You really nailed me from left field on that one. And either Don is being particularly vague or I don't remember something, because I did not get this at all:
“Next time, brothers again, okay? I’ll do better. I promise.”

WHoa. Okay, I'm sitting here a little stunned now, thank you!
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 24th, 2008 07:33 pm (UTC)
Think back to about a month ago. Charlie sucker punches Don in the ribs then asks Don if he wants him to hit him again. Don says no 'cause what sane person would say yes. that being said Don was, aside from being a little depressed, feeling a hell of a lot of guilt for what happened to Charlie. Blaming himself as he is want to do. In a way he felt he deserved to take a beating from Charlie.

The brothers line was actually a left over from a scene that I just couldn't get into the story where Mary tells Don and Charlie it's cute that they're always brothers in every life. I couldn't work it in but I didn't want to cut the line. I am going to go into a bit of Don phalosiphy in the next story that might explain it a bit but for now you can just mark it up to Don being waisted and mumbling strange shit.

A plan for Whitman 5 for a while was that Colby would be killed at the start and Ian would try to take over. Charlie is willing to accept Ian as the keeper of the rules since Colby decided it but refuses to trust his emotions to another fed that could get killed just as easily. Charlie was going to rebound into Martin's arms while Ian fell in love with Charlie.

It's not going to be written but it's a 'what could have been.' See you tomorrow for the wedding.
riverotter1951: Firestarriverotter1951 on December 24th, 2008 05:39 pm (UTC)
OOOPS!!!“To the mothers of our wormholes,” Larry said, raising his own beer. Strangely, it was Ian who caught up first with that one.

“You knocked up Reeves?” he exclaimed. Don fell off the log.

Larry giggled. “She is my sun, my stars, my gravity, like a rogue planet she fell into my orbit, drew a moon from me and forever altered my rotation.”

Don managed to crawl over the log, haul himself to his feet, and grab Larry. “Larry,” Don started carefully. “Have you gotten my second-in-command pregnant?”

Larry giggled again. “Only a little.”

“Uh… Larry, I’m not an expert but I’m pretty sure it’s a binary state.” Charlie pointed out.

“You’re making an honest woman out of her,” Don said. It wasn’t a question.

“As soon as she makes an honest man out of me.” Larry stated firmly.

Charlie swung an arm around Larry’s shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. “Larry, I’ve got to say, it’s about fucking time.”

This is priceless. I love the bit about making Megan an honest woman and Larry's reply about her making him an honest man.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 24th, 2008 07:33 pm (UTC)
I don't see them as the get married just 'cause we have a kid type.
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ladygray99ladygray99 on December 24th, 2008 07:34 pm (UTC)
Very, very, very hung over
ninou1ninou1 on December 24th, 2008 06:53 pm (UTC)
Great chapter, but I'm feeling so sad for Colby, I mean, even if him doesn't get the imbalance in his relationship, what can we do.
He deserves to be happy, and in my opinion he's not the one who is selfish... He is broken too, in his own way, just wish Charlie could return the favour and take care of him.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 24th, 2008 07:34 pm (UTC)
Don't worry. The next story will bring more balance to the relationship. It's still just very much a work in progress.
foolartist02foolartist02 on December 24th, 2008 10:45 pm (UTC)
To many funny, lovely, weird, sweet things to comment on. It's always interesting to read about people getting drunk. I was raised mormon, I've never had a drug or drink. Just seems... stupid to do that to your body. But I must admit reading things like this do make it seem fun.

Colby/Ian/Charlie scene. Aww. I love C/C you know I do but I almost want to see you fast-forward 5 or so years(give C/C time you know) and have Colby die. So I can see Ian take over the Arrangement. With all the angst and sorrow such a thing would involve. ALMOST. But I felt bad for Ian. For the first(!?!) time he gets a glimpse of someone that could be his special someone, and not just temporary, and that someone is taken. Not only that but to know KNOW that the only way to have them is for a friend of yours, a good guy, to die. *OUCH* But at least he only concentrated on the lusty part.

I don't know if you celebrate but MERRY CHRISTMAS.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 24th, 2008 10:47 pm (UTC)
Merry Christmas to you to. And don't worry about Ian, I have someone lined up for him, he just doesn't know it yet.

See you tomorrow for the wedding. :-)
Devo79devo79 on December 24th, 2008 11:14 pm (UTC)
So much love, fun and sadness all in one chapter.

Great :)
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 24th, 2008 11:16 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Happy holidays. See you tomorrow for the wedding.
wcpjfditdov on December 25th, 2008 12:24 am (UTC)
Seems like I am really missing out with the whole not drinking thing. It all sounds like so much fun. Although going to your own wedding with a hangover might not be the best plan. And yeah, the whole spilling all your secrets thing might be a tiny bit inconvenient.

Is Ian going to meet Martin any time SOON? Please? I actually watched an episode with him in it today. He seems cool in cannon, but I actually like him better here :)

Merry Christmas and all the best wishes for the coming year!
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 25th, 2008 12:35 am (UTC)
a little alcohol consumption can be pleasant in moderation but I don't recommend drinking to the boys excess. And yes Ian will meet Martin soon but I'm afraid there won't be a lot of on screen Martin/Ian interaction until the next story. I honestly wasn't sure if people would like the character that much so I scaled him back a bit.
Erinstarlettmalfoy on December 25th, 2008 02:46 am (UTC)
The boys + alcohol + weed = made of win.

::glances apprehensively at the chapter number:: Umm, how long are we gonna have to wait for 5 again? ::bites nails nervously:: I can tell it's going to be the death of me.

I love the fact that Larry spilled the beans and that Megan still thinks that she has to tell everyone.

I'm so excited for the wedding!!! And the impending hangovers, lol. Hoo-ray.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you and yours. <3 I'm so sorry you have to work, dear. ::hugs::
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 25th, 2008 02:51 am (UTC)
sorry 5 is gonna take a while. the wedding is tomorrow and the reception is the day after just so you know. Happy Holidays as well.
chocolate is not meant to be ice cream.: donickysheep on December 25th, 2008 03:18 pm (UTC)
wow the last part almost killed me.. don's confession was just too much.

and the other stuff, well this charlie-colby-ian relationship talk was really stunning. I'm so sorry for all of 'em. this whole situation colby is in and that he has to think about what could/ will happen to charlie if he died.. that was just so sad and still showed how much charlie's loved. wonderful.

but on the other hand this chapter was just so much fun. I really loved “Don, can we please try to remember that I'm the gay brother and you're the one marrying a chick tomorrow.” gay-ish charlie really make me laugh every time :)

after such a great stag night, I'm waiting for the wedding :) yeah

btw I also had really fun at the *I never...* game :P
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 25th, 2008 07:03 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I'm not sure where the I never game came from. I mainly wanted an excuse to have the boys doing shots.
laura_trekkielaura_trekkie on January 18th, 2009 06:27 pm (UTC)
Once again, so much fun and too many favourite bits to comment on each one individually. I love the surprise our Fed boys have for who Larry and Charlie know, where they've been and what they've got up to *g*. I love that Ian's a giggly drunk.

And I loved that you managed to squeeze a bit of angst in there, too. Poor Colby, still so insecure and convinced Charlie could do better :(. I think he's made the best choice available and if the worst should ever happen, at least he knows Charlie would be in safe hands. It's the kind of conversation they could only have whilst drunk, yet also the kind of serious conversation that actually needs stone cold sobriety to talk about it. I guess we'll see whether they remember it in the morning and whether Colby does write it all down.

Oh, and I loved that the boys just had to arrest someone. They really can't go anywhere without a crime being committed, can they? *vbg*

ladygray99ladygray99 on January 19th, 2009 04:55 am (UTC)
And yet still they forget to bring cuffs. ;-)
twins_m0m on February 4th, 2009 06:28 pm (UTC)
What is in a mojito? I've never heard of them, but they sound lethal. Loved the banter, again. Guys coming to the rescue of a fair damsel and still no handcuffs! That jerk deserved being watched over by a bunch of feds. The I've Never game was hysterical. I liked that the girls were playing as well.

Colby and Ian's talk was so sad. It's one that probably should have been done sober, but I could see why Colby had to be drunk to get the words out. He feels Charlie is broken, but sometimes I think he's just as shattered. I felt sad for Ian as well. He's just so lonely. And Don's comment at the end shows that he is still not whole either.
ladygray99ladygray99 on February 5th, 2009 01:44 am (UTC)
Mojiots are white rum, lime, cane sugar and mint. there the type of drink where the first is a little sour, the second is good and the third you wake up in another city without your pants.

And yes the boys are all still a little broken. No one is ever totally fixed no mater how hard they try.
kdoriankdorian on February 25th, 2010 04:00 am (UTC)
Oh, that was a LOT of fun.

I'm glad I wasn't completely off-base in my original thought of who was going to get killed; it had felt like Ian was being brought in and 'preped' to take over taking care of Charlie when Colby got killed. My second thought had been much closer - someone who wasn't a named character - and I got that pretty close.

Poor Ian. Like someone else said, I know you have someone in the wings for him, but the waiting is hard.
ladygray99ladygray99 on February 25th, 2010 11:01 am (UTC)
Killing Colby and bringing in Ian was an early idea before I sobered up, started on antidepressant.
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Terrieterrie01 on June 28th, 2012 07:47 pm (UTC)
“I’m not!” Larry stated boldly. “I’m an astronaut!”

I've read this story maybe five times, and this line still cracks me up every time.
ladygray99ladygray99 on October 27th, 2012 02:37 pm (UTC)
I like to think I was on my game when I wrote it.