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29 December 2008 @ 08:02 am
A Woman Waits for Me 39/39  
Title: A Woman Waits for Me
Chapter
: 39/39
Author: ladygray99
Pairing: Charlie/Colby, Don/OFC
Summary: When Don’s life slides into the darkness only family will help him find his way out. – Some things are wrapped up, some things are left hanging, some important things are said and family is what you make of it.
Rating: R
Word Count: 4,169
Warning: None
Disclaimer: Numb3rs belongs to other people who are not me. I’m not making any money from this though I wish I were.
Previous Chapters: Part 4 of Whitman ‘verse. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38
Authors Notes: Well here it is the end of this long strange trip. Long author notes and thank you’s are at the end but I do need to say that I re wrote a big chunk of the middle of this literally ten minutes ago ‘cause I’ve never been happy with it and it’s never quite said what I want to say. This is a little better I think but may be spelled weirdly in places. Also if you’ve been lurking and haven’t posted feedback now’s the chance to tell me you’ve at least read it. Love to you all.
Betas: swingandswirl  and riverotter1951

 

Part 39
The Feel of Family


Colby looked at the letter and sighed. He was sure his family were the only people left on Earth who actually sent letters this way. His sister and gotten the job this year of sending the letter to the far-flung little brother telling him it was time to come home.

Colby sighed again. Apparently there was snow in Idaho. Apparently Mom’s cake had toped the church cake auction. Again. Apparently he had another niece fathered by one of his brothers. Apparently the girl he had kinda liked in high school was single again and had never actually gotten around to marrying that other guy so it’s not like she’s divorced and she really wants kids and still has that picture of him in his ROTC uniform and damn it didn’t Colby realize that he had family obligations and if he insisted on staying with the FBI surely he could get a transfer up to Idaho and Mom wasn’t getting any younger and of the five of them he was the last one single with no kids?

Maybe, dear sister, I firmly believe that the world does not need anything else from the stagnant pond known as the gene pool of Winchester, Idaho.’

“This has got to stop.” Colby said to himself as he pulled out a pen and a piece of blank paper.

 

Dear Bethany,

I am writing you this because you are my sister and there is the possibility that you may posses discretion, tact and empathy.

I am not coming home. I assure you the family does not want me to come home. I am happy here in LA. I am happy because I have a great job that I love and am in a committed, loving, wonderful relationship with someone who means more to me than anything else. His name is Charlie. He’s a math professor and one of the smartest people on earth. We are deeply committed to each other and have the support of his family. He takes care of me and I take care of him and I couldn’t be happier. I’m more at peace with myself and my place in the world than I have ever been.

I’ll leave it up to you to decide how much, if any, of this letter you want to share with the family. Please just know and try to respect the fact that where I am, I am happy and loved and considering the nature of that love I doubt the family would like me traipsing back to Idaho.

If you’re willing to accept this I’d like to be kept abreast of general family news.

 Your Loving Brother,
               Colby Granger

 P.S. I’m enclosing a picture of me and Charlie taken at his brother’s wedding. You’ll note the lack of snow.

P.P.S. Consider getting email like the rest of the planet.


Colby folded up the short letter and placed it in an envelope, sure this would be the last message between him and his family.

~

Megan sat down across from Don in the small diner booth.

“So what do you want, Don?” she asked, quickly cutting to the chase.

“Can’t a boss treat a subordinate to lunch?”

Megan sighed. Her stomach had been rolling all morning and she was in no mood to play. “Just spit it out.”

“So I heard something interesting from Larry the other night.”

“Really?”

“Now I don’t know anything until you officially tell me Megan but there’s some stuff coming down the line that’ll affect you and as your friend and your boss I’d like to be able to back whatever play you decide on.”

“Larry told you.”

Don grimaced a little. “Well not so much told as drunkenly declared his undying love for the mother of his yet to be born wormhole.” Megan put her face in her hands. “Now it took a little while to decipher that one but we got the gist in the end.” Megan let out a long sigh. “How far are you?”

“Two months.”

“So still at a risky bit.”

“Yeah.”

“How’s everything looking so far?”

Megan shrugged. “Doctor says it all looks good, blood pressure, blood sugar, I just have the chronic heartburn from hell.” Megan complained.

“You know, Anne swore two spoonfuls of vanilla ice cream worked better than Tums on that.”

Megan shrugged again. “Sure, I’ll try anything at this point.”

“Are you planning on staying with the Bureau?” Don asked seriously.

“Hell yes. Kid or not I’ve worked too damn hard, Don.”

Don nodded. “Fair enough. Let me level, about the time you’re going to be hatching that kid the Bureau is going to be asking me for a recommendation on someone to head up a second violent crimes unit out of the office. I got one name on the list and it’s yours if you want it.”

Megan felt her jaw drop. “Serious?”

“David’s not ready, Colby doesn’t want it and I don’t trust anyone else. If you take this I know you’ll run a good, hard, smart team. You’ll do good work.”

Megan felt herself blink a couple of times. “Yes, absolutely, I mean… Larry has every intention of being a stay at home dad the first year, we could certainly use the extra money.”

“It’s not that much of a raise.”

“It’s something.”

Don nodded. “Okay. Good. When you get the gig take David as your second.”

Megan frowned. David had been on Don’s team the longest. “Really?”

“Yeah, he needs a bit of polishing, and you can give him that, plus you won’t have to train an entire team completely from scratch.”

“You’re going to break the guys up? Colby’ll be heartbroken.”

“Colby’s a big boy, it’s time he learned to play with others and I let David get away with too much shit, it’ll affect his career soon.”

Megan nodded. “You’ll keep Colby.”

“Well, someone’s got to. He’s probably given me as many gray hairs as Charlie at this point.”

“And you didn’t think about him for this? I mean, he’s got more tactical experience than me...”

“True but you’re a better investigator and David’ll pick up the tactical slack for you and…he flat out told me he doesn’t want it plus…” Don shook his head. “I don’t know…”

“What?”

Don gave an odd half chuckle. “My whole life, people were always talking about how Charlie was so brilliant he was going to change the world one day, like his genius was a magic wand or something, but he really hasn’t.”

“He’s done some pretty impressive shit, Don.”

“I know, I know, but I always got the impression he was looking for the really big thing, the project that’ll change the face of the world, let him go down in history, and he’s false started a few. I mean, those shooting chains, part of him honestly thought he could fix gang violence with them but…” Don chewed his lip a bit. “There’s different math on the boards these days, stuff I don’t recognize and I’ve gotten pretty good and guessing what he’s working on, this is…it’s just a feeling but I think he’s found the big thing, I don’t know what but I just get this little itch in the back of my head that this is going to be huge and I think he’s been waiting until he found a partner. Not for the math but…”

“For everything else.”

Don nodded. “Whatever this is, I get the feeling it’s only going to work if he’s got Colby at his right hand.”

“You know, there are clinical names for relationships like theirs.”

Don gave a snort. “Whatever clingy, needy, co-dependent thing they’ve got going, Megan, trust me, it’s better than what I first walked in on.”

“Colby said you pulled your gun.”

“Yeah, and by the end of the night I didn’t know who I wanted to shoot more, him or Charlie. Seriously, three years playing secret agent and the man’s a rock, one year of dealing with Charlie solo and he was on the verge of a breakdown. What they had going was…borderline abuse and Colby was getting the short end of the stick.”

Megan blinked a few times in surprise. “If it was that bad Colby managed to keep it under wraps pretty well.”

“Yeah. Seriously if I could have hauled Charlie in on charges of being a manipulative asshole I would have.”

“If that was a federal offense we’d have to start building skyscraper prisons.”

Don looked at his coffee. “You know it’s all kinda my fault.”

“How do you figure that, Don?”

“Charlie was flat out using Colby for…well sex, among other things, completely on his terms. No romance, no kissing.”

“No kissing!” Megan exclaimed “What’s the point?”

Don shrugged. “I don’t know, but Colby wasn’t going to break it off for his own reasons, so I told him to make Charlie at least take him out for coffee once in a while. Next thing I know they’re both walking around with springs in their steps and making eyes at each other when they thought no one was looking. I could have just made up some reason to send Granger to Anchorage and Charlie would be miserably married to Amita by now and sneaking out at night to troll gay bars.”

Megan laughed, having always wondered at what exactly had pushed those two together but never thinking that it was Don. “Well if it’ll help Charlie change the world I guess it’s a good thing.”

“I guess.” Don said with a sigh. He looked at Megan the carefully took her hand. “Hey, I’m happy for you and Larry, I really hope it works out.”

“Thanks, Don.”

“If for no other reason it’ll be nice to have another parent around to bitch to about the price of diapers, and feeding schedules, and sleep schedules, and growth charts and that smell.”

“What smell?” Megan asked.

“I don’t know, I’ve cleaned everything top to bottom, including Mattie, and there’s still this odd little… smell. I’m starting to think Anne and I are the only ones who smell it.” Megan nodded slowly. “Oh don’t look at me like that. Just you wait, seven months you’re going to walk into the office and go ‘Don, what the fuck is that smell?’”

Megan laughed. “Oh, god, Don, do I get to admit to being terrified yet?”

Don gave a soft smile and a nod. “Yeah, and believe me it doesn’t go away, but you’ve got a good crew here and we’ve all got your back.”

Megan rubbed at her face. “Anne and Larry can set up play dates.”

Don snickered. “Oh god, these kids are gonna grow up a little weird.”

Megan nodded, “Yeah, but weird can be good.”

Don raised his cup of coffee. “Here’s to being a little weird.”

~

Colby stretched out on his couch as Charlie wriggled into his lap, peppering little kisses down his throat.

“Well, I did it.” Charlie mumbled against Colby’s neck.

“Did what?”

“Signed the papers today.”

Colby sat up a little. “Really?”

“They just have to go through escrow.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Colby asked seriously.

“Yes.” Charlie answered with more than a little force. “This arrangement is absurd. We should have been living with each other three years ago.” Charlie pressed soft kisses against Colby’s eyes. “We need to stop pretending. I have every intention of spending the rest of my life with you and this will be good for us.”

Colby nodded and wrapped his arms around Charlie. “I still think you should have talked with your Dad first.”

Charlie snorted. “If I did that, then he would have insisted on moving out himself and I would have been left feeling like I just kicked out my own father. The condo’s right around the corner from the house so we can still pop in. This will be good. It’s time Dad and I started living like adults in our own relationships.”

There was a knock on the door. Charlie and Colby looked at each other.

“Expecting someone?” Charlie asked.

Colby shook his head and got up approaching the door with caution, Charlie a few paces behind. He looked through the peep hole and saw a face he hadn’t see in years. Knowing better, he opened the door wide. “Bethany?”

His sister smiled sadly. “Hello, Colby.” Suddenly the hall was filled with people, driving him back into his apartment. Colby had always been the runt of the litter but after so many years from home he’d forgotten just how much larger his brothers were. Colby felt his heart race. There was only one reason they could be here. A broad-shouldered woman with steel gray hair and eyes pushed through the large men to stand before Colby.

“Hello, Mom.”

His mother shook her head. “I thought I had raised you better than this, Colby. But I suppose we can blame your father.” Colby felt a dull roar in his ear and red ghosted over his vision.

“Colby?” Charlie asked softly behind him.

“Charlie, this is my family,” Colby said in the most controlled, level tone he could manage. “Everyone, this is Charlie.”

“I have no interest in being introduced to your live-in catamite,” Colby’s mother spat out. Behind him Colby could just feel Charlie straightening up, getting ready for a fight. ‘Not this fight.

Colby whipped around and grabbed Charlie, dragging him down the hall. He flung the front door of his apartment open. “Run,” he said to Charlie, shoving Charlie’s keys in his hand.

“What?”

Colby pressed a quick hard kiss to Charlie’s lips. “I love you, I will always love you no matter what. I’ll come find you. Do not come back. Go Home. Run!” Colby shoved Charlie into the hall, slammed the door in his face and locked it behind him.

Colby took several deep breaths and turned to face his family, plastering on a smile. Behind him he could feel Charlie pounding on the door and calling out his name. “Well, can I get anyone a beer?”

~

Alan heard the front door slam. The last time he’d heard it slam quite that loud Charlie and Colby had just gone from bad to worse. He and Don looked at each other then rushed out of the kitchen. Anne pointed in the direction of the garage where much banging could be heard.

Alan carefully opened the garage door. Charlie was currently kicking the hell out of a metal trash can.

“Charlie?” Alan asked carefully. Charlie whipped around. There were tears in his eyes but they were coupled with more pure rage than Alan had ever seen. “Charlie, what happened?”

“I’m a coward; I left, I fucking left. I ran.”

“What happened? Where’s Colby?” Don asked.

“He told me to run, and I ran,” Charlie said, softly scraping his fingers through his hair. “I’m a coward, I ran. I just left him there.”

“Ran from what, Charlie? Is Colby in danger? You need to tell me.” Don had snapped into agent mode very quickly.

“How can he not be in danger, his family’s here?” Charlie spit out the word family like a bad taste.

Alan’s stomach dropped. “Colby’s family is here?” Alan asked, knowing that a ‘yes’ could not be good.

“For an all-redneck intervention, apparently they don’t feel he should be taking up with some little catamite and I’ve got to give them credit, no one’s called me that since I was fifteen. Oh, and when Colby said he was the runt of the litter, he wasn’t fucking kidding.” Charlie’s voice had gone cold and what Alan saw in his son’s eyes scared him. It was raw anger and loathing backed by genius burning so hot Alan was afraid Charlie may burn down the very world with it. “What the fuck am I doing here? I’ve got to go back.” Charlie headed to the door with Don just a step behind already checking his weapon. Alan stepped in front of them.

“Give me your keys, Charlie.” Alan said, holding out his hand.

“What?”

“I said give me your keys.” Charlie held out his keys that had been clenched in his hand. Alan snatched them and quickly headed out of the garage. “You two stay here, I won’t be long, don’t let the sauce burn.”

Don and Charlie followed him out of the house. “Where are you going?” Don shouted as Alan got into his car.

“To get Colby.”

~

Colby heard his door rattle ‘Oh god, please, Charlie don’t come in.’ Colby thought. He couldn’t see around the huge form of his brother-in-law that was lurking in front of him, but most of the family turned their heads to see who had entered.

“Excuse me,” a voice said politely and a form pushed through the crowd.

“Alan!” Colby exclaimed and tried to stand, but his brother’s meaty hand pushed him hard back into the chair. Alan slid right past the masses, ignoring them. “Alan?” Alan took his face in one hand and carefully examined Colby’s soon to be very black eye.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. What are you..?"

“Hush.” Alan ordered. Colby’s jaw snapped shut. Alan turned to face the room clasping his hands behind his back. “Hello, you don’t know me and I don’t intend for you to, just know that I am the person who is giving you one chance to get out of very big trouble. Someone in this room has struck a federal agent and is apparently holding him against his will.”

“We’re his kin and we don’t have any intention…”

“Silence.” Alan snapped. The room was suddenly so quiet Colby could hear every beat of his heart rushing in his ears. “What you have done to Agent Granger is not your primary concern, your primary concern is that you have angered and irritated Dr. Charles Eppes who is an extremely valuable national asset. If it is revealed that one of you has so much as ruffled a hair on his head you will all be charged with treason and you will find yourselves raising the flag at Gitmo faster than you can say ‘I want a lawyer.’” Colby’s eyes went wide and he wondered if his family was actually going to buy what Alan was selling them. “This is your one opportunity. Leave. Now. Do not return.”

Colby watched in slow motion horror as his brother-in-law made a fist and began to swing at Alan’s face. The fist stopped millimeters from Alan’s face. Alan didn’t flinch. He didn’t move a muscle. Colby couldn’t help but think of Charlie’s ability to hold still through sheer force of will.

“Leave.” Alan said leveling an ice cold gaze at each person in the room.

“This ain’t over.”

“Yes. It is.”

Colby watched as his family shuffled out with many dirty looks. Alan didn’t move, only stood there with a look that could have solidified lava. When the door clicked shut Alan turned and looked at Colby, shook his head and headed towards the kitchen.

“You didn’t flinch.” Colby heard himself say.

“What was that?” Alan called from the kitchen.

“When Mark went to hit you, you didn’t flinch.” Alan returned from the kitchen with a bag of frozen peas.

“I was staring down armed national guards on protest lines long before you were born. One sit-in I took a police club to the side. Broke my wrist and three ribs; didn’t move a muscle.”

Must be genetic.’ Colby thought. Alan handed over the peas and Colby pressed them to his eye. Alan pulled up another chair and sat down a few feet from Colby.

“So that’s the family?”

Colby shrugged. “We haven’t been family since Dad died and we weren’t much before then.”

“Still, they came all this way to see you.”

“They just don’t want the second-hand stigma of having a queer in the family.”

“And they thought they could beat it out of you?”

Colby gave a half laugh. “Actually, Mark took a swing when I pointed out that aside from being my lover Charlie is rich, a Democrat, and Jewish. Not sure which one pissed them off more.”

Alan gave a laugh. “Margaret’s family couldn’t stand me ‘cause I was poor, a commie and not Jewish enough.”

“You were not a commie.”

“A spectre is haunting Europe -- the spectre of communism.” Alan said grandly. Colby raised an eyebrow, Alan shrugged. “I did the required reading at any rate.”

“I’ve read better manifesto opening lines.”

“Haven’t we all.” Alan let out a long sigh and rubbed his face as if trying to wake up from something. “Colby, I haven’t always been as…gracious to you as I should have been.”

Colby shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

“You love Charlie. I know that. I’ve known that since the moment I saw him lying in that hospital bed and you were running your fingers so gently through his hair.” Colby shivered at the memory. “That should have been enough for me. I know Charlie is a difficult man, he was a difficult child. I’m a father and I always wanted him to be happy but my happiness was a home, a wife, and two sons. I don’t know why I ever expected Charlie to find happiness the same way but I did.”

“He got one out of the three.”

“True.” Alan looked lost in thought for a moment. “Charlie was the eternal child for so long. I suppose we kept him that way, his mother and I and Don. As long as he was doing the math we took care of everything else. With you…since you came into his life he’s been an adult, a man. I know you take care of him in ways no one else will but at the same time he’s become stronger, focused, confident, he has presence, Larry even tells me the math has gotten better.”

Colby shrugged “He’s just Charlie, there’s nothing there that wasn’t there before.”

“Yes there is. There’s you. You love him. I know you love him. That ring on your finger- I know if this was a kinder world, more understanding you’d put it on your other hand. I know you’d walk down an aisle, make your vows to the world, call him your husband.”

Colby squeezed his eyes shut. He thought of Charlie in a tux, kissing him under an arch of flowers, maybe a child, somehow, with Charlie’s curly hair or soft brown eyes. For a moment it felt like something in his chest was going to burst.

“I’m getting old but I haven’t forgotten what it is to love, or to be the father of difficult children.” Colby looked at Alan. Alan seemed to come to some sort of decision and stood up. “Come on, get your coat.” Colby stood.

“Where are we going?”

“Home. It’s spaghetti night. We have to get back before Charlie calculates the sauce to death.” Colby grabbed his coat and followed Alan, still not entirely sure what had just happened.

When they got to the house Colby found himself standing just inside the front door suddenly feeling like a stranger. Alan stopped on his way to the kitchen only long enough to have some quick words with Don and Charlie that Colby couldn’t hear. Alan continued on and Don approached Colby.

“So.” Don said.

“He can be a very scary man when he wants to be.”

Don nodded. “He’s a father. He does what he has to for his sons.” Colby nodded in agreement. Suddenly Don shoved him hard. “Stay out of my room and keep your grubby hands off my baseball cards!”

Colby’s blinked a few times and his jaw dropped, the full implications of the last few minutes hitting him. Colby looked at Don and did the only thing he could think to do. He stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry.

“Daaaad!” Don shouted out. “Colby stuck out his tongue at me.”

“Stop it, you two!” came a shout from across the house. “Set the table.” Colby followed Don into the dining room, where Charlie was already setting out places for five. They didn’t say anything. Charlie only gave his hand a quick squeeze, a soft smile on his face.

Dinner was served; conversation was mainly around the Dodgers’ pre-season line-up. Colby held Mathew while Anne ate and Charlie argued that his calculations demanded more oregano in the sauce.

After the dishes were cleared and goodnights were made Charlie and Colby climbed the stairs. They had hardly spoken since Colby had arrived at the house, but Charlie had twisted their legs together under the dinner table. Both got undressed and climbed into bed. Colby felt Charlie’s arms wrap around him and he began to shiver.

“Are you okay, love?”

Colby felt a smile creep across his face. “I’d… I’d forgotten what this felt like.”

“What felt like?”

“Family.”

Charlie pressed a kiss gently to his lips. “Well, we’ll make sure you never forget it again.”

~

It is I, you women—I make my way,
I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable—but I love you,
Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.
20. A Woman Waits for Me

~

Author’s Notes: Okay. Feeling like maybe that’s not quite the end? Feeling like you just had a big Chinese dinner, paid the bill, walked back to your flat and are suddenly feeling a little puckish and realize some cheese on toast would go down nice? Yeah, me too. So about six months ago I realized I was writing a trilogy and this is the middle bit. This makes this my personal Two Towers or Empire, so lots of plot and maybe not quite enough resolution or sex for some. But have no fear Whitman 5 is already in the works. It will swing back around to Charlie and Colby have a lot more angst and A LOT more really kinky sex. And all those OCs and little side stories will be paid off, I hope. For a B plot I’m hooking Ian up with Martin Sherwood just for even more angst and kinky sex. (And when I say a lot more kinky sex I mean I’m locking Charlie and Colby in a cabin for a week with a box of toys and not letting them out until they’ve used them all.)

So what was the point of all of the above? Basically the whole point of this was to get Don and Charlie’s relationship in a particular place because in the next one Don is going to ask Charlie an important question and Charlie needs to say yes, but in order to say yes Charlie’s going to have to finally face up to a lot of ghosts in his past and start looking at the future. And just so you know it’s not a proper trilogy. The next story will be similar to this one, covering about two years of time, after that the stories will be smaller looking at a particular event, like Don moving away from field work, the guys going to their high school reunion, Ian and Martin building a family, a Granger cousin coming to visit (and yes I made those sound benign on purpose). So keep your eyes peeled but give me time. I’m trying to go pro and need to focus on that for a bit. Thank you for all the feedback and I hope everyone enjoyed this rambling of my mind. And before I go I need to give a huge thanks to [info]quirky_circe who was my cheerleader and beta through this and[info]riverotter1951 who is a god of the beta and twisted the last screw into place. Not to mention everyone who has given analysis and feedback along the way.

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fredbassettfredbassett on December 28th, 2008 07:35 pm (UTC)
This has been an absolutely fabulous series. I've enjoyed every single chapter, and put together as a whole, it's bloody magnificent. Your grasp of the characters is masterful, your OCs are fantastic, and I have sooooo much admiration for you as an author.

And I'll be here for the next part of the trilogy for sure!!

Brilliant work.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 28th, 2008 07:36 pm (UTC)
Thank you, and I'll see you then if not sooner. :-)
mass_hipgnosis on December 28th, 2008 07:45 pm (UTC)
first?
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 28th, 2008 07:54 pm (UTC)
I don't understand.
(no subject) - mass_hipgnosis on December 28th, 2008 07:57 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - ladygray99 on December 28th, 2008 07:58 pm (UTC) (Expand)
t_vo0810t_vo0810 on December 28th, 2008 07:46 pm (UTC)
I am already on pins and needles about the next section of chapters! What is really funny and quite coincedental(although I suspect Charlie wouldn't believe in coincedences) is that just last night some dear friends and I were speculating about our 20 year HS reunion coming up in few years and I secretly thought to myself- "what a great episode that would be- if Don and Charlie went back to their 20th HS reunion. They're about the right age now- wonder who I could convince to write a fanfic about that?" And here you are, already 10 steps ahead of me.

Brava to the whole series! I really enjoyed this section of the Whitman verse and wish TPTB would take note at least of your fabulous OC Anne and set Don up with someone similar on the show. Robin just does not seem right for him. But then I never really felt Amita had nearly as much chemistry with Charlie as he did with- well, pretty much anybody else on the show- so i may be biased.

Congrats on the completion of your own personal Two Towers. Quite an achievement. and as always, thanks for sharing your work.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 28th, 2008 07:57 pm (UTC)
Well thank you for reading. I have a N3 spec scrip bouncing around Hollywood right now so you never know I could end up one of TPTB one day. :-) The reunion is a good three stories away so it might take time to get there but I just love the though of this bad ass Charlie strolling back into the high school gym.
ninou1ninou1 on December 28th, 2008 09:29 pm (UTC)
I'm not sure how I feel about this last chapter, not because I'm disapointed by it, more the contrary... You're a genius, I'm here at the end, wondering if I'm mad at Charlie for letting Colby facing his family alone, or if I'm happy he did, not making Colby more vulnerable by doing so. I don't know if I'm mad at Alan for not realising what a wonderful man Colby is sooner, and using how Charlie is important to the country for getting him out of trouble, or if I love him for doing so.

Such a rollercoaster ride, and I love every bit of it. Thanks for writing and sharing, all my best for you "going pro".
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 29th, 2008 04:11 am (UTC)
Well Charlie spends a lot of time in Colby knows best mode so when Colby said run he ran. He did start to go back though. Glad you stuck with this and thank you for the constant feedback.
chocolate is not meant to be ice cream.: Charlieickysheep on December 28th, 2008 09:42 pm (UTC)
yeah, Alan kick their asses! :)

more? awesome! :)

really nice 4 days after christmas present... everything else I already said yesterday...
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 29th, 2008 04:12 am (UTC)
I'm willing to believe that Alan is a bad ass in his own right. Glad you read and liked this.
Erinstarlettmalfoy on December 28th, 2008 10:32 pm (UTC)
Well, thanks for the ride, lovely. It was fun! I'll be lurking around from time to time, waiting for the next part. :)

I'm very excited about Ian and Martin.. and all the kinky sex! Lol. For both pairings.

Oh, and remember that comment I left two chapters ago, asking what cliffhangery thing would happen at the end, and you told me there were only two chapters left, so it couldn't be all that bad? Haha, well, you were right - it's not... but it's still making me antsy. :P Colby's family is very... um... intense. But, I will as patient as I have to be, of course. Hehe.

Again, thank you. <3 I've not enjoyed a story as good as this one in a long time.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 29th, 2008 04:14 am (UTC)
Well thank you for reading. I'm glad you enjoyed this and stuck with it. It maybe be a while before the next story emerges but it may be as long as this one if not longer. And Colby's family will be back.
boymommytotwo: colby charlie hazyboymommytotwo on December 28th, 2008 10:33 pm (UTC)
i'm ashamed
to admit that i have been lurking... how did you know??? you always know all of the good stuff, that being the very least of it. you do know i will go back and analize and give you feedback, etc. tons of it. i was selfish and just wanted to sit and read your new masterpiece.

AWWFM was amazing. everything = amazing.

you did exactly what you did to me for the first whitman: made me want more. more and more and more and more... i _love_ anne... mattie... colby and charlie in this more mature place in their relationship. i wanted to see more of the inbetween, of course... b/c i could read your 'inbetween' forever. but charlie's generosity, don's vulnerbility, even megan/larry's wormhole... ian's closetedness being peeled away to alan's momma bear routine with the grangers from idaho... wow.

you. you = amazing.

thank you for each and every one of these... what 100k? 150k? words... i look at every one as a gift.

~ami
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 29th, 2008 05:08 am (UTC)
Re: i&#39;m ashamed
:-) Well thank you. I look forward to your blow by blow feedback. There are bits of this I'm not 100% happy with but I got as close as I could and I'm glad you liked it.
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ladygray99ladygray99 on December 29th, 2008 05:10 am (UTC)
Cheese on toast fixes everything. ;-)
wcpjfditdov on December 28th, 2008 10:35 pm (UTC)
oh, no, this is the dreaded last chapter, and I wouldn't be able to read more Whitman for a while at least... cries...
But, really, it has been some amazing 39 chapters and I am very grateful to you for sharing this with us. I love your optimism and sense of humor, your sensitive character sketches and vivid imagination. The Whitman stories are absolutely wonderful and I can't wait to read Whit 5 with all the promised good things to come.
Also, wish you the best of luck with your writing career. It would be so cool if we could see the shows you write on TV one day - and I am sure they would be totally awesome and hilarious to watch.
ladygray99: Colbyladygray99 on December 29th, 2008 05:14 am (UTC)
Well thank you for reading. I'm glad you stuck with this. I know a few people didn't. W5 is a ways out yet but hopefully it'll be bigger and better.

Now go watch the actual show /thwap/
pakspaksenarrion2 on December 28th, 2008 11:10 pm (UTC)
Knowing that today the last chapter would be posted, I went through the Whitman verse last night and re-read everything from the beginning.

The growth of the characters is matched by the growth of your writing. The hallmark of a great writer is leaving your readers clamoring for more. Count me among the multitude looking for more.

Best of luck with your spec script. I have a couple of friends who work in the business one in sound and one a producer so I know it is not easy. With your talent, it is merely a matter of time.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 29th, 2008 05:17 am (UTC)
Wow. That's one heck of a re read. I have a hard time getting through the whole 'verse these days.

Thank you for your support and good thought. I hope to get to the big time soon and write tv for all you lovely people.
Devo79: meepdevo79 on December 29th, 2008 12:42 am (UTC)
Oh...so it's the end but not really...

I can wait for more *sits down to wait*
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 29th, 2008 05:17 am (UTC)
hope you packed some sandwiches.
tonisimonetonisimone on December 29th, 2008 12:45 am (UTC)
Damn... You know what i hate, when good stories end.

even with the promise of a sequel It will be months before i see any more story.

*sigh*

other wise

Alan's defense of Colby... so cool

for a second there i thought it was Don or Sherwood talking.

cya


toni
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 29th, 2008 05:19 am (UTC)
Well Alan was kinda channeling them to the best of his ability. I'll get up the next one as soon as possible. There should be a couple of vignettes on the way as well.
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ladygray99ladygray99 on December 29th, 2008 05:21 am (UTC)
Shhhhhhhhh. don't let the others know about my secret powers of fandom mind reading. ;-)
foolartist02: charlie thinking bwfoolartist02 on December 29th, 2008 01:40 am (UTC)
Wonderful, beautiful, unbeatable story. From beginning to end it was amazing. I don't know what I'll do now without my fix. This last chapter was very grand. “Stay out of my room and keep your grubby hands off my baseball cards!” ... He stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry. “Daaaad!” Don shouted out. “Colby stuck out his tongue at me.” Fabulous.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 29th, 2008 05:22 am (UTC)
Well when you're jonesing it's always here for a re read.
(Anonymous) on December 29th, 2008 01:57 am (UTC)
Wonderful!
Wonderful story! I looked forward to each chapter,and am anxiously awaiting further developments in the Whitman Universe. Thanks for writing this!-Nocturna 1962
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 29th, 2008 05:11 am (UTC)
Re: Wonderful!
Well thank you for reading and commenting. I'm glad you enjoyed it.:-)