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26 December 2008 @ 05:18 am
A Woman Waits for Me 36/39  
Title: A Woman Waits for Me
: 36/39
Author: ladygray99 
Pairing: Charlie/Colby, Don/OFC, Megan/Larry, Alan/OFC
Summary: When Don’s life slides into the darkness only family will help him find his way out. – The day is here.
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 3,833
Warning: Smooch!! (and hangovers)
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 35
Authors Notes: Here it is folks, Don and Anne’s big day. I’ve posted a play list for the wedding and reception here. Happy Boxing Day to my fellow Antipodeans and Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukah (fourth night?) if that’s your thing to the rest of you. Tune in tomorrow for the reception with a couple of special guest appearances you wont want to miss. Oh and while there’s been some debate I’m going to state that the Eppes house, like many homes built around the turn of the last century, only has one bathroom.
Betas: swingandswirl  and riverotter1951 


Part 36
The Smell of Flowers and Pepper

David was not stupid enough to open his eyes. He knew the second he did he would regret it. His mouth tasted foul and he could feel the promise of a killer headache just on the edges of his mind. Keeping his eyes shut, he tried to convince himself that it was perhaps still early and despite the pressure on his bladder he could maybe get back to sleep. Then he felt an arm flop across his chest.

 David pulled one eye open just a crack. Sunlight streamed through the windows of the solarium and reflected off the smooth black hair of Ian Edgerton. At some point in the night Ian had obviously, drunkenly gravitated to the nearest warm body. Part of David wanted to just roll Ian off him but thought that manhandling someone as dangerous as Edgerton might not be the best idea, even if Ian was snuggled against his side.

 “Ian.” David hissed softly but got no response. “Ian, wake up.”

 Ian mumbled something that could have been ‘five more minutes’ and actually pulled himself tighter against David, shoving his morning erection rather affectionately into David’s thigh. David cringed. He knew there were plenty of people on the planet, female and male who would love nothing more than to be in bed with a cuddly Edgerton. David had taken the Kinsey test in college and out of curiosity had been 100% honest with himself; he’d scored a zero. The fact that he had a hangover and really needed to visit the toilet did not add to the potential awakening of very repressed homosexual urges.

 “Agent Edgerton, wake up!” David hissed with as much force as he could muster. Ian’s eyes snapped open and then very quickly squeezed shut. Ian rolled over, freeing David, and curled into the proper, completely hung over, fettle position. There was a mumble that David guessed was something along the lines of ‘fucking kill Charlie.’

 David crawled to his feet, ignoring the softly whimpering Edgerton and stumbled across the house to the bathroom. David had loved the Craftsman from the very moment he stepped into it. When he’d heard Alan was going to put it on the market he had put a moment of honest thought into an incredibly long term mortgage before Charlie snapped it up. Really the only fault he could ever find with it was that it only had the one bathroom.

 David knocked softly and was relieved that the bathroom was apparently empty. After relieving himself of probably more alcohol than he’d consumed since college David engaged in the fine hangover tradition of rummaging around someone else’s medicine cabinet trying to find something for the headache.

 David had never pegged Charlie for being a health nut. He’d scarfed pizza with the man too many times but the quantity of vitamins and supplements he found seemed a little absurd. Looking over his shoulder to guarantee the bathroom was empty David picked up a prescription bottle with Charlie’s name on it. It was completely full of Tylenol 2s and a little dusty, it looked like it had never been opened. David checked the date and did a little math. It had to have been from the Leacroft incident. Beaten, tortured and Charlie hadn’t taken his pain killers. David shook his head and put down the bottle, picking up a bottle of regular Tylenol and shaking out a couple for himself.

 He dry swallowed the pills just as the bathroom door burst open and Don stumbled in with one obvious goal in mind. David jumped out of the way just as Don’s head disappeared into the toilet. David’s own stomach lurched a bit and he made a hasty retreat only to run into a slightly green-looking Charlie. They only exchanged passing glances as Charlie rushed to join his brother


 Ian pried his eyes open. He was going to kill Charlie. As a rule Ian didn’t really drink, he didn’t lose control. One beer was his limit. More than one beer led to unfortunate things like dirty dancing with Charlie and apparently molesting David a little in his sleep. Ian held his hands in front of his face. They shook.

 “Well, I’m not shooting anyone this morning.”


 David stumbled into the dining room. The table was set for breakfast and Larry was already trying to divine the secrets of the universe in the bottom of a cup of coffee. Alan came out of the kitchen with a large bottle of orange juice and put it on the table next to the coffee, soda water, fruit, milk, cereal, and a jumbo bottle of aspirin.

 “Good morning, David.” Alan greeted. Larry winced. “Have some breakfast if you can manage it.”

 David looked at the spread. “Alan, you are a saint. A patron saint.”

 “Patron saint of what?”

 “Dumb-ass FBI agents?” Alan snorted and headed back to the kitchen. David poured some soda water to settle his stomach. “How are you doing, Professor?” David asked.

 “I do believe the last time I felt like this was after accepting my Newton Lacey Pierce Award.”

 David just nodded and wondered if he shouldn’t have maybe nabbed something stronger from Charlie’s drug supply.

 David sipped his soda water and Larry his coffee as the other men slowly stumbled down in varying states of disrepair. Ian and Colby both tried to crawl into cups of tea. David noticed that Ian didn’t even try to meet his eyes. Don and Charlie appeared last, both looking drained. Don looked around.

 “Where’s Mattie?” he asked his father.

 “Anne picked him up this morning. I got the feeling the ladies were a little more restrained last night than you lot.”

 “Oh,” was Don’s reply as he sipped carefully at some orange juice.

 Charlie didn’t even bother trying to drink anything, just dry swallowed some aspirin. David watched as Ian poured some soda water and handed it to Charlie.

 “You shouldn’t take those dry,” The sniper advised. Colby shot Ian a look that David couldn’t interpret but obviously something had passed between those two last night.

 Charlie raised his head slightly from where it was pressed against the table. “Did I try to get us into Club 7 last night by passing Ian off as a crown prince?”

 “Yes,” The table answered.

 Charlie frowned. “Did it work?”

 “No,” was the reply.

 “You almost had the bouncer sold until you tried to claim Larry was my concubine and Don cracked up.” Ian said, filling in the blanks. Charlie just groaned and reached for the coffee.

 Alan looked around the table then at his watch. “All right, gentlemen,” he started with just a little more volume than David felt was strictly necessary. “We are at T minus six and a half hours, that means the wedding party leaves here in 5.5 hours. That should be plenty of time to pull yourselves together.”

 “I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Ian mumbled.

 “Well, you and Larry don’t have to look alive for photos, the rest of them do, so, gentlemen you know where the showers are. Don, you should go last so you have less time to get dirty.”

 “Since when am I three?” Don asked.

 “Tuxes are not to go on until a half hour before we leave, that would be 1530 hours and I suggest once you’re able to, eat something solid. It’s going to be a long day.”

 Colby squinted at Alan. “Are you sure you weren’t military?”

 “Positive. I just want to make sure nothing goes wrong today.”


 Anne quickly slipped through the front door of her loft, pulling her blue bathrobe tight around her and watched as a skinny guy in a purple suit climbed the stairs. When the man got to the top he spread his arms open for a hug.

 “Johnny, what the fuck are you doing here?”

 The man dropped his arms. “What the fuck am I doing here? Well, I happened to be in town and happened to talk to a couple of old friends and I hear third-hand that my favorite, not to mention only, sister is getting married and I happen to do a little more digging and find out it’s today.”

 Anne sighed. “Do you need money?”

 “No, I do not need money. It is your wedding day and I have come to celebrate your happiness and possibly threaten this bum you’re getting hitched to ‘cause I’ve never met him.”

 Anne wanted to cry. This was the last thing she needed today. “Johnny, you can’t be here.”

 “Why not?”

 “You’ve got bench warrants.”

 Johnny shook his head. “So?”

 “So, I’m marrying an FBI agent.”

 Johnny took a quick step back. “What!?”

 “Don is an FBI agent. Half the FBI agents in LA are going to be there. Not to mention LAPD, DEA, NSA and Secret Service. One of the top snipers in the country is going to be in the front row!”

 “Are you serious?”

 “Yes!” Anne flung her arms into the air “God, Johnny, even if I had been able to get a hold of you I wouldn’t have invited you, I wouldn’t have done that to Don.”

 “I see.” Johnny nodded. “So, what, you’d pick this guy over your family?”

 Anne rubbed her hands across her face thankful they had put off the makeup ‘till last. “Look, Johnny, I have a good life now. I’m clean, I’ve got good friends, people buy my paintings, I am in control of things, I don’t bother people and people don’t bother me. Now you’ve always been a useless shit of a human being…” Johnny gave a snort “…but I know you’ve always tried to do right by me as a brother. Please, Johnny, don’t drag my old life into this, I cannot deal with your mess anymore.”

 Johnny folded his arms and leaned against the cement wall. “This Don guy, he treats you good?”

 “Yeah, he does.”

 “Good family?”

 Anne nodded. “Yeah, Alan, Charlie, they’ve been great to me.”

 Johnny looked Anne up and down, a frown on his face. “Did you get some work done, Annie, ‘cause I don’t remember you having that much..?” Johnny waved his hands in front of his chest.

 Anne rolled her eyes. “I’ve been nursing if you don’t mind.”

 Johnny’s eyes almost popped from his head. “Nursing? You’ve got a kid?”


 “Can I see him? Her?”


 “Can I see him?”

 Anne sighed, kicking herself for not just lying or smacking her brother. “Johnny…”

 “Please, you’ve got a kid, I’m an uncle.”

 “Johnny, I can’t have you in my life anymore. Not like this.”

 “Please, let me see him and I’ll go. I’ll leave you to this great new life of yours.”

 Anne sighed and ducked back inside and picked up Mattie, not answering the questioning looks from the other women. Johnny was still leaning against the wall when she stepped back into the stairwell. Johnny smiled and stepped close.

 “Hey there, look at you.” he cooed at Mattie. “Aren’t you a big boy?”

 “He looks a lot like his father.” Anne said quietly.

 “Oh, so you’re marrying an ugly bastard?” Anne couldn’t help snickering. “What’s his name?”

 “Mattie. Matthew.”

 Johnny nodded. “For grandpa?”


 “It’s a good name.” Johnny wiggled his fingers in front of Mattie’s face.

 “Does mom know?” Johnny asked.

 “No. I haven’t…I wouldn’t know where to find her.”

 Johnny nodded. “Hey there,” He cooed at Mattie “I’m your Uncle Johnny. I am, as your mother so delicately put it, a bit of a useless shit of a human being, that being said your ma here has always been a good person, so you grow up smart, do right by her or I’m going to come back and kick your ugly ass, got it?”

 Mattie stuck his fingers in his mouth and kicked his legs.

 Johnny gave a firm nod. “Good.” He took a step back and looked at Anne again. “You look good like that.”

 “Like what?”

 “All wrapped up in blue, holding a baby. Like those pictures of Mary in church when we were kids.”

 Anne gave a snort. “Some how I don’t think I’m getting sainted anytime soon.” Silence fell between the two of them. “You sure you don’t need any money?”

 “Yeah, I got some people who owe me then I think I’ll head south. Mackie just bought a boat down in Baja. Said he could use a hand running charter fishing.”

 “You get sea sick.”

 Johnny shrugged. “I’ll manage.” Anne shifted Mattie in her arms. He was starting to get big. Still a little under the growth curve, but it was getting harder to hold him for hours on end. Johnny stepped forward and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Have a good life, Annie.” He said softly.

 “You too, Johnny.”

 Johnny nodded and headed back down to the street.


 David checked his watch. T-2 hours. He’d borrowed sweats and a t-shirt from Colby and was starting to feel a little more human after a morning of doing nothing much. He was even considering a quick nap in the living room when Don waved him over.

 “David, you up for a drive?” Don asked.


 “Can you run something over to Anne’s place?”

 “She forget something?”

 “Not really. I want to give her a little surprise.” Don took a long slim box out of his pocket and flipped it open. David let out a low whistle. Inside was a necklace that looked like it had been spun out of spider silk then somehow dipped in gold and silver. It was the most delicate looking thing he’d ever seen.

 “Where’d you find that?”

 Don grinned. “Friend of Anne’s made it. Sells his stuff on street corners if you can believe it.”

 “How much did it set you back?”

 “Cost. Actually, it was a bit of a thank you gift.”

 “Thank you for what?” David asked, wondering what was involved in getting a piece like that at just cost.

 “Helped him move.”

 Don leveled a look at Don. “Moving furniture got you that?”

 Don shrugged. “Well, it was less moving furniture and more getting him to a secure shelter in the dead of night while the heavily armed boyfriend was passed out drunk.”

 “Ah, and what might have happened to the boyfriend?” David asked, having his own suspicions.

 “Someone called in a weapons complaint to LAPD. Not sure who,” Don said, managing to look completely innocent.

 David snickered and took the box. “I’ll make sure Anne gets it.”

 Don let out a long sigh and ran a hand over carefully set hair. “I just want one perfect day in my life, David. Is that too much to ask?”

 David shook his head. “Nah, don’t worry, odds are it’s got to happen once.”


 Anne stood in front of the tall mirror, carefully running her hands along her dress. Sasha and Mary stood on either side of her in dark green.

 “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Anne said softly.

 Sasha chuckled. “Yeah, someone’s losing money today. Anne Finnegan walking down the aisle in a white dress.”

 “Well there’s serious money bet that Don’s either going to bolt, faint, or cry.”

 “How much money?” Mary asked.

 Anne chuckled. “Let’s just say if I can get Don to cry first I get a cut that’ll be worth it.”

 Sasha and Mary both snickered. Anne adjusted the crown of wheat and roses on her head. “I think the last time I thought I’d ever wear a wedding dress I was ten.”

 “Children are often aware of our future paths in ways we forget as an adult,” Mary said softly.

 Sasha and Anne both nodded.

 “Come on,” Sasha said firmly. “Let’s go get you hitched and so I can see if I can’t snag myself one of those beefy Feds for the night.”

 Anne cringed. “Just keep your hands off Colby. You do not want to fight Charlie for him.”


 Don crouched down, brushing the first autumn leaves from the marble stone. He had gotten Charlie to sneak him from the house ahead of their father’s schedule, then took a quick detour.

 He placed a bouquet on the stone. White roses and golden wheat wrapped in deep green silk. Don had snuck the order into the florist’s with the rest. One extra bunch of flowers mixed in with dozens of others.

 Don took a deep breath “Hi, Mom...um...sorry it’s been a while. I’ve just...stuff has been happening. You’re a grandmother. I guess you probably knew that. His name is Matthew. I think he got your hands. I’m getting married today. Her name is Anne. I think you’d like her. She’s not even a Fed. I wish... I wish you could be here.” Don felt a lump solidify in his throat. “I wish I could have found Anne sooner so you could be here. I was looking, I really was. I... I miss you. I really wish you could be here today.”

 Don ran his fingers over the name on the stone one more time and wiped at his eyes. Then he stood, making sure there was no grass on his tux before heading down the hill to where Charlie was waiting for him.

 “Ready now?” Charlie asked.

 Don nodded and took a deep breath. “Yes. Now I’m ready.”


 Where were you?” Alan hissed as his sons came through the side door of the hall.

 “We had to make a little detour.” Don answered.


 Don checked his watch. “We’re not late.”

 “I know you two. A little detour could mean a six month homicide investigation.”

 Don smiled. “Not today, Dad.”

 Alan just pursed his lips. Don cracked open a door and peeked into the rented hall. Half the seats were filled. It was fairly easy to tell the difference between the bride and groom’s side. The groom’s side looked like Feds where as Anne’s friends, well, looked like Anne’s friends. Don could already see Lt. Garcia twitching with the urge to bust someone for possession and both sides were giving each other hairy eyeballs.

 There had actually been some debate over how to do a wedding between a not very good Jewish Fed and a lapsed Episcopalian sorta neo-pagan painter. In the end Don had just called a judge that owed him a favor.

 Don watched Ian, Megan and Larry take seats in the front row and suddenly, like a brick, reality sunk in. Don felt his pulse spike and his vision blur. In five minutes he was going to walk out there and get married. The fact that technically he’d been married for over a year didn’t matter. He was going out there in front of everyone he knew and getting well and truly hitched. Don was suddenly sure his tie was trying to strangle him.

 “Ian,” he whispered harshly. “Ian.” Ian looked up. Don waved him over.

 “What is it?” Ian asked.

 “Are you packing?” Don asked softly.

 “Yes.” Ian answered and Don saw him tense a little, suddenly on alert.

 “Good. I need a favor.” Ian just raised a questioning eyebrow. “If I run, I need you to shoot me.”

 Ian nodded. “Okay.”

 “I’m serious. Not a kill shot. Anne should get to do that herself, just a leg or something; something that’ll take me down.”

 Ian gave Don a comforting pat on the arm. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry about it.”

 “Thanks, Ian.” Ian went back to his seat and Don faced his father, his brother and his team one more time. “Okay, let’s do this.”

 Don made his way into the hall as the last of the seats began to fill. Don took his place with Charlie, David and Colby lined up next to him. An odd scent tickled at his nose. It was sweet and spicy like flowers and pepper mixed together. Don closed his eyes and breathed deep.

 “Charlie, do you smell that?” he asked softly.


 “Someone’s wearing Mom’s perfume.”

 “Don, they stopped making it in ‘02. Mom hoarded the last bottles.”

 “Oh,” Don said quietly, trying to hold onto the scent.

 Music started and Don opened his eyes. The doors opened and the bridesmaids walked serenely up the aisle in gowns of dark green, Sasha’s hair dyed to match. Don felt his mouth go dry and his hands shake. Charlie’s hand landed on his shoulder.

 “Breathe,” Charlie advised. Don couldn’t help thinking it was possibly the best advice he’d ever heard.

 The music changed and everyone turned to look. Anne walked down the aisle and Charlie’s grip tightened on Don’s shoulder. Her simple gown of pure white was the same color as the roses she carried and had woven in her hair. Don thought she looked like a virgin goddess brought to earth. Charlie didn’t let go until Anne was standing beside him.

 The judge cleared her throat. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered her today to witness the joining of this man and this woman in the bonds of matrimony. This ceremony is not needed but rather is here as a show of the love, commitment, and solidarity these two people have found in each other.”

 She turned to Don. “So, do you, Don Eppes, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?” Don tried to swallow, but his throat didn’t seem to want to work, his tongue felt thick in his mouth, he wondered if he was having an allergic reaction to something.

 “I do,” Don croaked out, barely able to hear his own voice over the sound of blood rushing in his ears.

 “And do you, Anne Finnegan, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband to love, honor, and cherish, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?”

 Anne smiled a smile of pure serenity. “I do.”

 Don quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and Anne’s smile broadened.

 “If anyone has a reason why these two should not be wed speak now or forever hold your peace.”

 Don froze. He had at least three exes in the crowd and Anne had at least four. Silence reigned, Don figured, in part due to the two federal agents probably giving the crowd hard looks.

 “The rings?”

 Don turned around and with shaking hands took the gold band from Charlie. At a nod from the judge Don slipped it on Anne’s slender finger. A moment later Don felt a ring slipped on his, already warm from Anne’s hands.

 “Then by the power vested in me by the State of California I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

 Don went in for a polite public kiss but Anne was having none of that. He barely heard the cheering as the world contracted down to one set of lips and the woman in his arms.

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riverotter1951: fractal heartriverotter1951 on December 25th, 2008 04:47 pm (UTC)
This is perfect. I like Alan running this like a military operation.

“Someone’s wearing Mom’s perfume.”

“Don, they stopped making it in ‘02. Mom hoarded the last bottles.”

I have the last bottle of perfume we bought for my mother. Fortunately, the company still exists and continues to make it. Every time I wear it, my daughter comments that I'm wearing Grandma's perfume.

ladygray99ladygray99 on December 25th, 2008 07:08 pm (UTC)
Well I couldn't have Margret miss Don's wedding for anything. ;-)
melissima: Garcia Bravamelissima on December 25th, 2008 07:25 pm (UTC)
That detail gave me gooseflesh. I actually had that happen to me, once, so it was perfect here. Brava!
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 25th, 2008 07:34 pm (UTC)
:-) Thank you.
t_vo0810t_vo0810 on December 25th, 2008 04:53 pm (UTC)
You wrote it perfectly- I even "awwwww"'d outloud at the end. Wonderful job.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 25th, 2008 07:08 pm (UTC)
:-) Thank you.
fredbassettfredbassett on December 25th, 2008 05:06 pm (UTC)
That was beautiful, especially the bit about the perfume :)
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 25th, 2008 07:08 pm (UTC)
I'm glad that worked. I couldn't not have Margaret there in some form.
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ladygray99ladygray99 on December 25th, 2008 07:09 pm (UTC)
Merry Christmas. Hope to see you at the reception tomorrow.
Erinstarlettmalfoy on December 25th, 2008 09:04 pm (UTC)
Beautifully done, my dear. Don crying made me tear up, especially when I remembered how my husband did at our wedding this past October.

Will Martin be at the reception? I hope so. We all adore him, lol. I can safely say that your OCs are some of my favorites. I know they can be tricky to write, but you pull it off well.

Haha, it just struck me to wonder if the boys are going to behave themselves with the alcohol at the reception after the night they just had. Hehe.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 25th, 2008 09:06 pm (UTC)
Martin will be there as well as a few other surprise guests. I'm glad you like my OCs. It's always hard to find a balance with them. And the boys will be a little better behaved for the good of their livers if nothing else.
Devo79devo79 on December 25th, 2008 09:17 pm (UTC)
I loved all of it but this made me laugh the most:
“Oh, so you’re marrying an ugly bastard?”
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 25th, 2008 09:18 pm (UTC)
:-) glad you liked it. Happy holidays.
ninou1ninou1 on December 26th, 2008 12:00 am (UTC)
Love the fact that Margaret was there for the wedding, she wouldn't have missed it.

Too bad Mattie won't have any memories of that, but I'm sure someone had a camera, so he's gonna be able to see it when grown up.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 26th, 2008 12:16 am (UTC)
Well I don't think in general that kids are meant to have memories of their parents wedding.
wcpjfditdov on December 26th, 2008 01:23 am (UTC)
Awww, Don cried, that is so cute. And Anne didn't even have to do that much. She knows her husband very well, and is unafraid to exploit those information for monetary gains - I like that :)

Johnny sounds like trouble though. Have the ominous feeling that we are going to hear about him again. Is he the character that dies? Because you are waaaay too KIND to kill off anyone else?

And about Martin, well, I guess we can sort of see that he is manipulative and morally ambiguous, but I don't know, I have pretty strange tastes, and he sounds fascinating.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 26th, 2008 01:26 am (UTC)
No one else dies in this fic. I already killed off baby Megan. I don't know if Johnny is coming back or not but I wanted to have him around just in case.

Martin is going to feature pretty heavy in the next story and a lot of his past will come to light.
Tamanna: prof at workswingandswirl on December 26th, 2008 02:58 pm (UTC)

Just wanted to let you know I sent you the Eyewitness beta. Let me know if it comes through at your end, 'else I'll go beat the Google guys with a pointy stick.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 26th, 2008 06:09 pm (UTC)
it came through. :)
Mia: brosmia_dcwut_09 on January 2nd, 2009 01:26 am (UTC)
way to go anne
take that kiss
ladygray99ladygray99 on January 2nd, 2009 01:27 am (UTC)
Damn strait.
laura_trekkielaura_trekkie on January 18th, 2009 09:44 pm (UTC)
Oh, poor hungover boys. I had to chuckle at David's predicament and Ian's embarrassment *g*. I also had to chuckle at Alan's military precision and Don asking Ian to shoot him if necessary. I'm glad everything went as planned.

The scene between Anne and her brother was good. I'm glad he did what she asked and left, but I'm glad he met his nephew as well.

And Don talking to his mother was very touching.

ladygray99ladygray99 on January 19th, 2009 05:00 am (UTC)
I'm impressed they way you've managed to read this strait through you know. I'm debating about bringing back Johnny.
twins_m0m on February 4th, 2009 07:03 pm (UTC)
Count my hands up for bringing back Johnny. He'd definitely put a monkey wrench in happily ever after for Anne.
ladygray99ladygray99 on February 5th, 2009 01:46 am (UTC)
I have an idea for bringing him back I'm just not sure at which point in the overall story. Some point after Whitman 5.
twins_m0m on February 4th, 2009 07:02 pm (UTC)
Hey guys, there be consequences to partying like there's no tomorrow. Do I feel sorry for them? Nope.

Don smelling his mom's perfume was sweet. My dad died when I was 18, and I still think of him whenever I smell his favorite cologne.

The wedding day was wonderful. The wedding beautiful.
ladygray99ladygray99 on February 5th, 2009 01:45 am (UTC)
Thank you. I kind of let my inner wedding planer go nuts.
kdoriankdorian on February 25th, 2010 04:21 am (UTC)
That was adorable, very sweet and touching. But I have to admit, the conversation between Don and Ian was my favorite bit!
ladygray99ladygray99 on February 25th, 2010 11:50 am (UTC)
I thought it was a very in character request.