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Vignettes - Part 16: Taking a Bullet or Three

Title: Vignettes - Part 16: Taking a Bullet or Three
Author: ladygray99
Chapter: 16/36
Pairing: Charlie/Colby, Don
Disclaimer: Belongs to many other people, not me
Warnings/Squicks: Hospitals
Summary: What moments mark a friendship, a love, a marriage, a lifetime?
Previous chapters: Switch Hitting
Notes: Less porn more relationship.  Sorry. Feedback makes me happy.
Beta(s): The amazing, brain melting, irena_adler

Taking a Bullet or Three

“Where are they?”
“Right flank.”
“Cover me.”
“Get the girls.”
“What was that?”
“Agent down! Agent down!”

“…Yes ma’am…yes…the doctors assure me he’ll be fine…yes ma’am…he’ll get back on the horse…Well yes ma’am…That’s why we wear vests…We’re all very proud of him…yes…We’ve got half the office in the waiting room, driving the doctors nuts…Yes ma’am, it’s even on the news…Yes…Yes. We caught the bad guys, took 2,000 guns off the street, and half a ton of drugs, and fifty young girls get to go to school instead of brothels…Yes ma’am…we caught their bosses to and there’s a team sweeping down on their bosses as we speak…Well, we couldn’t have done it without him…In about a month…We’ll make sure you and the family get out here for the ceremony…Yes ma’am…Well, if you could bring baby pictures, it’s traditional so the recipient can be properly mocked by his fellow agents.” Don looked over his shoulder to the hospital bed where Agent Granger weakly gave him the finger. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll make sure he calls as soon as he’s awake again…Well, it’s the only time an agent’s allowed the really good drugs…Of course…It’ll be nice to meet you too…Ok…Bye.” Don clicked off his phone.

“How is she?” Colby asked through dry lips.

“Shaken, but she sounds tough.”

“She is.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been shot.”

“Funny that.”

Colby looked around. “Where’s Charlie?”

“I sent him to your place to grab some stuff. He’s been hanging around you too much.”


“He nearly hit a doctor.”

“Really?” Colby tried to work up some surprise but was still a little too groggy.

“Some shitty little intern wasn’t going to let him through. He picked the guy up, put him against a wall.”


“Well the guy was shorter than him.”

Colby smiled weakly. “I’ll have him shaking down nerds for lunch money yet.”

There was a quiet knock on the door and Charlie’s head came around the corner. “Hey. You’re awake.”

“Yeah. It’s another ten minutes before I get more morphine.”

Don looked between the two.

“I’ll go sooth the barbarians at the gate.”

“Sure, Don.”

Don shook his head. Those two might call it just a thing, but if Charlie was resorting to violence to get to the guy he was sleeping with, they were going to have to think up a better word for it.

Back in the room, Charlie sat down next to the bed and stared at his hands.

“Hey, Charlie. What’s wrong?”

“You’re dead.” Charlie said softly.

“Not according to several very good doctors.”

“Statistically speaking, you’re dead.”

“Hey, statistically speaking, no one wins lotto.”

“You don’t win lotto twice Colby! You’re dead. You died. You…”

Colby reached out and grabbed Charlie by the shirt. He gave a light tug and guided Charlie’s face until it was right above his. “Charles Eppes, listen to me. I am alive. This is my hot, fetid, haven’t brushed in three days breath on your face. That annoying beeping is my heart pumping my blood around my body.” He put one hand against Charlie’s cheek. “This is the warmth of my living hand on your face. Got it?” Charlie nodded, leaning into the touch. “I am one lucky son of a bitch and you’re right, tomorrow I may not be lucky but if half of Larry’s babblings are right tomorrow doesn’t actually exist anyways and everything is now and right now I am alive.” Charlie had closed his eyes unusual feelings he had no name for twisting about his insides. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy. Now give me a kiss before your brother comes back.” Charlie bridged the gap of only inches and kissed him.

On his side of the kiss, Colby felt like he’d gotten another morphine hit. It wasn’t their usual kiss, probing and tactile, this one had such softness, like Charlie was afraid he might break. Colby took a deep breath and knew that this was a different thing, different but good.

When Charlie broke off the kiss and sat back down, he had a slightly guilty look on his face.

“What’s wrong now?”

“I picked up your mail.”


“Your landlord is selling. He wants you out in a month.”

“Shit.” Colby desperately prayed for the beep from the morphine machine that would let him forget Charlie’s last few words. “I’m going to be a gimp for a month.”

“Hey, it’s ok. You can use the spare bedroom at my place and just put stuff in storage until you’re up for apartment hunting.”

“Charlie, you don’t want me limping around getting in the way.”

“It’s my house. It’s the least I can do for the ‘hero of the city.’”

“Ok. But just a month.”

Tags: fandom: numb3rs, fic, pairing: charlie/colby, rating: pg13, vignettes
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