Fanfic By Leo

More ficlets for Numb3rs100

2007-03-09T22:21:40Z

Some more ficlets written for Numb3rs100.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. At all.

Title: Great idea
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/ ?
Rating: PG
Summary: Charlie has a great idea.
Word Count: 100
Notes/Warnings: This is a prequel to 'Wake up call' and I am planning to make a series out of this.
Date: Feb 8th, 2007

Charlie felt so happy. He didn't know why he was feeling so happy right now, but he couldnt remember ever feeling like this. Not that he could remember anything right now, nor that he tried. He was happy. Right now. That's what mattered. Oh, and alcohol.

She was happy too. She must be, she smiled a lot.

He really liked that smile. He would like to kiss that smile.

He shakily leaned over and kissed her, and when she kissed him back he suddenly came up with a great idea. Why hadnt he thought if this before?

'Hey, let's marry!'

Title: Realisation
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/ ?
Rating: PG
Summary: Charlie thinks about what he has to do.
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: none
Notes/Warnings: This is a direct sequel to 'Wake up call' . Read that one first, if you haven't already.
Date: Feb 12th, 2007

Wife.

She had definately said 'you and your wife'. He was sure he hadnt imagined it, even though he had hung up immediately after the words 'wedding present'.

He turned and looked at her, still fast asleep next to him. He noticed she still had her clothes on.
So did he now he looked down. So... it was safe to assume that nothing had happened between them.

Nothing other than a wedding that is.

For a moment he actually considered not telling her.

Then he sighed and knew what he had to do. He had to wake up his wife.

Title: Split-second
Pairing/Characters: Colby
Rating: PG
Summary: Colby knows it's an accident, only that doesnt change a thing.
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: none
Notes/Warnings: Character death

Date: Mar 6th, 2007

Saying it was an accident wouldn’t change a thing, he knew that. It wouldn’t turn back time, it wouldn’t make things better, it wouldn’t heal any wounds.

Don would still not want to talk to him, he would probably still lose his job and he would still feel like shit.

Colby knew that saying it was an accident wouldn’t change a thing. But still he needed to say it, even if no one would want to listen. There was just nothing else to say.

What else could he say about that split-second where he had mistaken a civilian for a criminal? What else could he say about that split-second where his fight and flight instincts battled and where the former had won? Or had it? Was shooting a gun at someone even considered fighting? Wasn’t it the most gutless thing to do? He didn’t know.

He didn’t know anything at this moment. He only knew that somehow he had to live with what he had done. Even if it was an accident. Even if he was as sorry as can be. Even when he hated himself for it.

Charlie was dead.

Saying it was an accident wouldn’t change a thing.

Ficlets written for Numb3rs100

2007-03-09T22:15:07Z

This is a collection of ficlets I wrote for Numb3rs100.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. At all

Title: Memories
Pairing/Characters: Alan/Margaret
Word Count: 100
Notes/Warnings: None this time.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. At all
Date: Jan 26th, 2007

After Alan had poured the glass he set it gently on the table in front of him. He didn’t want to drink from it, not yet. He just wanted to look at it for a while.

He thought back to his last days with her, to his first days with her. How they had met on a New Year’s Eve party and how her eyes had sparkled just like the tinsel hanging everywhere. They counted down together, eyes locked. He knew then and there that this was it.

He smiled, took the glass and lifted it.

Here’s to you, Margaret.

Title: The 'What If's
Summary: He wonders about the What Ifs
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None
Date: Jan 28th, 2007

He had been thinking about leaving. Just pack his bag, clear his desk, resign and leave.

Quit his job, move to the other side of the world, pick up a new hobby, learn Portugese. Anything.

He had always wondered what he could be doing instead, what new things he might explore, what new things he might learn. He loved his job here, but he always wondered about the 'What If's, the 'Maybe's.

What else could there be in the future for him? What wonders could it hold?

Of course, he would stay. He knew his future. He wasn't going anywhere.

Title: Wake up call
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/?
Rating/Category: PG13
Word Count: 100
Summary: Charlie gets a wake up call.
Date: Feb 1st, 2007

*Tringgg*

With his eyes still closed Charlie reached for the nightstand and picked up the phone.

‘..’Lo’

‘Good morning, mr. Eppes. This is Wendy Slater, I’m the Four Seasons hotel relations manager. First of all I want to congratulate you of course, and furthermore we would like to offer you an extra night in this hotel.’

He still wasn’t really awake, so the information hadn’t sunk in yet.

‘…’scuse me?’

‘The Four Seasons hotel would like to offer you and your wife an extra night in our hotel. As our wedding present.’

With a start Charlie opened his eyes.

What?!

Fanvid!!

2007-01-26T21:21:59Z

I have also created two fanvids so far.

H3roes

Thr33

Please, tell me what you think!

B is for Buddy

2007-01-26T13:16:48Z

This story was posted as part of the ABC challenge at the Numb3rs.org forum.

Title: B is for Buddy
Characters: Charlie and Don
Rating: G
Words: 2393

“You’ve reached the voicemail of Charles Eppes. At the moment I can not answer the phone so please leave your message at the beep.”

‘Hey Buddy, it’s Don. Eh... I just got home and I wanted to talk about dad’s upcoming birthday. So, if you get this call me back ok? Talk to you later. Bye’

Don hung up the phone. As always after leaving a message on an answering machine he replayed in his head what he had just said. Satisfied that he hadn’t rambled or forgot something he walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer.

He uncorked the bottle and went to sit down on his sofa. He took a sip from his beer, closed his eyes and again he thought back to the message he had just left Charlie. Thought back to the first words.

Hey Buddy.

Who calls their brother Buddy when he’s 30 years old? Don thought with a smirk. He hadn’t even consciously thought about it for he had called Charlie that like forever. Don couldn’t even remember when he had first started using that word. He must have been eight or something. He took another sip from his beer and let his mind wander, all the way down memory lane.

Don was laying in front of the TV, flat on his belly and his head resting on his arms. He wasn’t allowed to watch TV in the middle of the day, but since his mom was upstairs busy with Charlie Don could do whatever he wanted, as long as he kept the volume down. Normally Don would rather play outside, but for this he loved to make an exception. Rocky Ranger. The only show on TV that would send shivers down his spine. And this was a particular good episode. Rocky Ranger had found and rescued a little kid in the wilderness who had run away from home, and together they even had managed to ambush the Bad Guys.

Don loved this, and although he would give everything to be that kid right now, his biggest idol would still be the Rocky Ranger himself. Being a free man, self-sufficient and although not working for the law he still managed to catch the bad guys each episode. He was tough, would not be messed with and still had it in him to take on a little kid and look after him.

This was what Don wanted to be, and when the Rocky Ranger called the kid ‘Buddy’, Don kept repeating that word to himself. Buddy. He tried to say it with the same low voice as the Rocky Ranger but noticing how he failed miserably he settled for imitating the Texan brawl and expressing the same look. His eyes half closed, and a piece of straw hanging from the corner of his mouth he practiced his new line in front of the mirror. After sufficient practice he decided to try it out on the best example of a helpless kid he knew. Charlie.

He climbed the stairs and walked to Charlie’s room and after quietly opening the door he found him where he had expected him to be. On his knees on the floor, scribbling on a bloc note. Charlie didn’t appear to have noticed him, giving Don the element of surprise. He pushed open the door a little further and half-closed his eyes.

Then, all of a sudden, he said: ‘Hey Buddy. Whaddya doin’?’

Charlie’s head shook up and he looked at him with two large brown terrified eyes. He had dropped the pencil from his hands but the moment Charlie saw it was his big brother, Don could see the twinkle in his brother’s eyes. He knew that that twinkle was almost always there when Charlie saw him, but for now Don decided to attribute that to his new phrase. It had worked. Content with the result he turned and walked out of the room, leaving little Charlie behind.

Don opened his eyes and took another sip from his beer. He hadn’t thought about that for years, and until now he could have sworn he had forgotten all about it. But now he could remember how he continued to use that phrase over and over.

At first it was all just part of his Rocky Ranger impersonation. After a few days he had mastered the right tone and he had perfected his half-closed eye, straw hanging from the corner of his mouth-look to a level where he could impress all of his friends at school. But after a while the whole Rocky Ranger phase cooled down and Don dropped his act. The only reason he continued to use the word Buddy was the look on Charlie’s face every time he used it. It worked like magic.

Don was twelve and now his mom considered him old enough to watch Charlie in the afternoon. This was the first time ever that she had asked Don to do this and Don was very proud. Feeling the responsibility he had promised his mom that he would stay near Charlie all afternoon and would not let him out of his sight.

Although he would never admit it to his friends, he liked spending the afternoon with Charlie. It gave him the chance to play the big brother role properly, teaching him the important things in life like playing ball and how to build a proper tree house. Charlie was always eager to learn new things and as long as there was no math involved Don and Charlie could work quite well together. Don showing Charlie the way things were done and Charlie trying his best to impress Don by carefully imitating him.

That afternoon Don and Charlie were at the backyard where Don was showing his little brother how to throw curveballs, when Don’s friend Alfie walked in on them.

‘Hey Don, they’re destroying the old bowling alley! Come on, let’s go look!’ Alfie shouted and Don could see the excited look on his face.

Destroying a building, this was what twelve year old boys lived for! Don had almost run after Alfie when he remembered Charlie.

He turned around and looked at his brother, Dons glove on his little hands. Don knew that he couldn’t take him with him, that would mean that he would have to watch him all the time, answer thousands of questions from the ever-curious Charlie but most important, Alfie wouldn’t like it. None of Don’s friends liked hanging out with little brothers, but certainly not with a little know-it-all like Charlie.

Don knew he had to make a decision. Leaving Charlie and breaking his promise to his mother, or staying with him and losing the chance of a lifetime. Don was still trying to decide when Alfie nudged him again.

‘Come on Don, we have to go now otherwise we will miss it! Let’s go!’ Alfie urged.

Don went and sat on his knees in front of the still silent Charlie, trying the only card he could play with Charlie.

‘Hey Buddy. I’m going away with Alfie, ok? Then you can go inside and do so more math, you like that don’t you?’ Don pleaded.
Charlie quietly nodded but didn’t move. Don got up and maneuvered his little brother inside. When they got inside Don got to his knees once more and talked to Charlie again.
‘So, you’re staying inside and you’re not going to open the door, alright? I know you can do that, because I know you’re a big boy. You can stay home all alone, and it will be our little secret. Ok, Buddy?’

Don could see the sad eyes and decided to lay it on a little more.

‘I know you can do it, Buddy! I would be so proud of you! All right, Buddy?’

This time Don could see the familiar twinkle in his brother’s eyes, and Charlie nodded a little more.

Knowing he had succeeded, Don patted his little brother’s head and then walked out through the door again. He felt a little bad about leaving his brother, but Alfie’s enthusiasm quickly took over and Don ran after him.

Don sighed and opened his eyes again. He remembered how that evening his mom told him repeatedly how proud she was for watching Charlie all afternoon, while Charlie had kept a little quiet all night. Thinking back now he could remember more instances like that when he had manipulated Charlie to do what Don wanted.

The word Buddy had become just a nickname for Charlie and Don realized that in those days he had used that word without any meaning. Just Buddy, no strings attached, no ulterior motive. Just a name.

With another sigh Don got up and took the now empty beer bottle to the kitchen. Bringing back those memories had brought some bad feelings with them, and that was not what he needed on his night off. He reached in the fridge for another beer, opened it and brought it to his lips. Leaning on the kitchen counter he closed his eyes again while taking another sip from his beer.

It had been very long since Don had been home. He hadn’t really missed it, being very busy all the time, but now he was getting closer and closer slowly a nervous feeling had been building up in his stomach.

College had been an escape for Don, a chance to finally be on his own and stand on his own legs, a chance he had grabbed with both hands. There, he was Don Eppes, the power hitter in the Stockton Rangers, friend of many and a good student. And he was proud of that. He was so busy that days, weeks even, went by where he didn’t think about home, where his parents and little brother lived.

And now he was driving through the increasingly more familiar streets leading to the house to see his family again like he had promised his mom. Of course he would like to see them again, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the life he was temporarily leaving behind.

Still thinking of college life he turned his car on the driveway and got out. Slowly getting his bag from the car he turned towards the door and saw that it had opened already. In the doorway stood his dad with a big smile on his face.

‘Don! You’re here!’ he said.

Don couldn’t help but smile back and approached him with firm steps. He dropped his bag on the ground and hugged his dad. ‘Hey dad, how are you?’

After the warm welcome from his dad Don walked inside, now eager to greet his mom. He found her where he expected her to be, in the kitchen. She also was very happy to see him, and immediately hugged and kissed him. ‘Good to have you home again, dear.’ She said with a warm smile.

After putting away his bag and jacket he knew he had one last person to see. Charlie. ‘Where is Charlie, mom? The solarium?’ Don turned to the stairs and had almost taken the first steps when his mother stopped him. ‘No, he’s in the garage.’ And she pointed to the door.

With a confused look Don set out for the garage door. He couldn’t figure out what Charlie was doing in the garage, and opened the door.

The first thing he saw when he looked inside was blackboards. As was the second thing and third. He heard some scribbling in the corner and suddenly recognized it all; this was Charlie’s new working space. The last time he had seen him he had still used the solarium for his work, but apparently things had changed. When he got a better look at his brother he could see more changes. The little boy he had seen the last time was still there somewhere, but it was different. First of all he had grown quite a bit and his hair was even longer than it was. But Don could see it in his stance, inside Charlie had changed as well.

Taking in the changes Don realized how long he hadn’t seen his little brother. In those months they had been away from each other they both had changed, and it took Don a moment to come to terms with that. He suddenly realized how he had missed his little brother.

Out of seemingly nowhere he felt the urge to see his brother face to face, talk to him, hear from him. He walked closer and made his presence known.

‘Hey Buddy. Here you are.’

Charlie immediately dropped his chalk and turned around. For a moment he seemed to have trouble recognizing his brother standing before him, but soon broke out in a big smile. Don could recognize the twinkle in his brother’s eyes in a second and hugged him.

This time Don opened his eyes with a smile. He remembered how he and Charlie had spent a lot of time together that weekend, both wanting to catch up. For all those years Don had always felt at least a hint of resentment and jealousy towards Charlie but that weekend was the first time ever that Don was just glad to see his brother.

This brought him back to the present. If someone had told Don ten years ago that he would be seeing so much of his brother these days he would have called them insane. They had been so different for so long, that this mutual cooperation and comfort with each other would have seemed an impossible dream then.

But dream or no dream, it had happened and Don loved it. He liked to work with Charlie, have a drink with him, talk to him, come home often to have dinner with him and their dad, and even go to a ball game once in a while. Doing things that friends do. Pals. Buddies.

Because that was what Charlie was to Don these days, he realized. His friend, his pal, his buddy. Don smirked as he thought of that and emptied the last of the beer. As he put the empty bottle away he heard his cell phone ring.

He walked over to the table where he had left it and grabbed the phone. Looking at the number recognition he smiled and picked up.

‘Hey Buddy.’

~ END ~

Infection

2007-01-26T13:05:14Z

This is my first ever written Numb3rs fic.

Title: Infection
Character: Don Eppes
Warning: Silliness!
Rating: G
Words: 459

Don knew it the moment Charlie walked out of the conference room. This was bad. Real bad.

Charlie had just shared his… well, his mind with him and Don was glad that they had been alone at the time. Whatever was going trough his head right now, had to stay there. He couldn’t afford to let this slip to the rest of the office. This was his problem now, and he didn’t want to saddle up the rest of his team with this. They didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve it either, he knew, but what was done was done and he couldn’t change it.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it to himself, he knew that he was a lost cause. He couldn’t be saved, so he had to choose for the next best option. Quarantine.

He stalled in the conference room, and tried not to make eye contact with his team members. Maybe they would see that as a sign to come over, and he didn’t want them here right now.

He wondered whether Charlie even knew what he had done. Well, of course he knew. He had to know. Which brought him to the next chain of thoughts; this couldn’t have been intentional, right? Charlie would never do that, would he? He couldn’t have deliberately shared this with him, knowing exactly what the impact would be. Right?

Well, intentionally or not, Don was stuck with it now. And he couldn’t stay here and avoid his team forever.

He knew that the moment he walked out of this room he would have to try to keep this to himself. He knew it was an almost impossible thing to do, but he had to. For his team.

He slowly walked out of the room, and approached his desk. On his way he went past Megan and Colby, carefully avoiding eye contact and trying to stay concentrated. He sat down and diverted his attention to the computer screen in front of him. Slowly but surely he became so engrossed in his work that he forgot what had been bothering him so much.

Don had been working on his computer for a few minutes, when suddenly he felt the stare of three pairs of eyes in his back. He stopped singing, and only then he realized that he had, in fact, been singing.

“So, Don, so you’re a Barbie girl in a Barbie world? Good to know.”

Don heard the sniggering voice of Colby and realized his mistake. He hadn’t been careful enough. Not only would he be reminded of this moment every day in the next hundred or so years, but he heard it the moment David turned and walked away. Humming.

It was infectious, and spreading.

~ END ~

Welcome

2007-01-25T22:32:21Z

Hello there,

I want to welcome you to my LJ. This is the place where I am going to post my fanfiction. It's also posted at both fanfiction.net and numb3rs.org, but I thought it deserved a place here as well. I hope you agree.

I would love to hear from you and hear your comments about my fics, vids and well.. this LiveJournal I guess.

Greetings,
Leo