Fic: Plans, G, Don/OFC , Fluff
Dec. 7th, 2005 03:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
umbralilliumTitle: Plans
Author: DaniKitten
Fandom/Pairing: Numb3rs, Don/OFC, implied Charlie/Don if you squint (I know, I said I’d never do it, but I read some of spikedluv’s fics, and then Plaintext, Ciphertext by missmollyetc. It just happened! I swear!)
Rating/Category: G
Word Count: 501
Claim: 'Watch'
Prompt: Fluff
Previous Stories: Part of my Watching universe, which can be found here. Set three months after the events of The Last Thing They Expected and several months before Everything.
Spoilers: None
Sequel: Memories of Dark Days (Warning! this fic is very dark, read at your own discretion)
Summary: Plans are overrated
Notes: More fluff. This time of the Don/Cass kind. Cassandra is my own creation, she is not from the show, she is merely the product of my own imagination, please do not use her without my permission.
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Warnings: There’s only like one line of dialogue in this one, folks. I didn’t plan it that way, it just happened.
Plans
Don stood in the doorway to Cassandra's studio, just watching her. He often wonders if there's a connection to her devotion to her work and Charlie's. Both of them get so wrapped up in their work, their passion, that they lose track of everything around them. Even the light that Cassandra strategically placed so that she would see it when it blinked to alert her to a visitor could be, and often times was, ignored in favor of getting the single most important detail perfect.
Take today, for example. Don and Cassandra had been planning this day for a while, mostly because Don's schedule was so unpredictable at times, so he had made sure to put in for the day off a month before. The plan was to meet at the park two blocks from Cassandra's house/studio at half past one in the afternoon, they would have a picnic lunch there, maybe read for a little while, and then return to the house to watch a movie. Obviously, that plan had fallen by the wayside.
Another similarity between Charlie and Cassandra was that they never knew when inspiration would strike. Don couldn't count the number of times they would be sitting in a fast food restaurant and Cassandra would all of a sudden grab the pencil she always kept with her and start sketching on a napkin, or they would be at the house doing something, it didn't matter what, just something would suddenly inspire her and she'd race to the studio and start working. Although, Don noticed that it never seemed to happen at an inopportune time. He wasn't sure if it just happened that way, or if Cassandra purposely pushed the inspiration away until a more convenient time.
Don refocused his attention on Cassandra when she stepped back from her easel, her head tilting to the side a little as she contemplated her work. Curious, he stepped forward to get a better look and smiled when he saw the painting that had ensnared her attention so thoroughly. It was of Charlie, which surprised Don a little; he'd never seen her do a portrait, at least not using paints and canvas. What surprised and amused Don even more was that he could tell that it was of a moment when inspiration struck Charlie; Colby called them his 'ding moments.' His eyes would widen and lose focus as his mind raced. There were times when Don could almost see the numbers and symbols working themselves out in Charlie's mind.
He reached out and touched Cassandra's shoulder, smiling slightly when she didn't jump as he had expected her to. "I knew you were there." She murmured, her jade eyes still on her work.
Don's smile widened as he stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, careful of the brush in her right hand. His compliments could wait, for the moment, he was content to simply hold her and admire her handiwork. ‘Plans are overrated.’
End.
There will be a sequel which is from Cassandra's POV, but don't expect the sequel to be as light-hearted and fluffy as this is. It's already finished, but I want to have Jes look it over before I post it, so it won't be up until tomor-er, later today.
Author: DaniKitten
Fandom/Pairing: Numb3rs, Don/OFC, implied Charlie/Don if you squint (I know, I said I’d never do it, but I read some of spikedluv’s fics, and then Plaintext, Ciphertext by missmollyetc. It just happened! I swear!)
Rating/Category: G
Word Count: 501
Claim: 'Watch'
Prompt: Fluff
Previous Stories: Part of my Watching universe, which can be found here. Set three months after the events of The Last Thing They Expected and several months before Everything.
Spoilers: None
Sequel: Memories of Dark Days (Warning! this fic is very dark, read at your own discretion)
Summary: Plans are overrated
Notes: More fluff. This time of the Don/Cass kind. Cassandra is my own creation, she is not from the show, she is merely the product of my own imagination, please do not use her without my permission.
Written for
wordclaim50Warnings: There’s only like one line of dialogue in this one, folks. I didn’t plan it that way, it just happened.
Don stood in the doorway to Cassandra's studio, just watching her. He often wonders if there's a connection to her devotion to her work and Charlie's. Both of them get so wrapped up in their work, their passion, that they lose track of everything around them. Even the light that Cassandra strategically placed so that she would see it when it blinked to alert her to a visitor could be, and often times was, ignored in favor of getting the single most important detail perfect.
Take today, for example. Don and Cassandra had been planning this day for a while, mostly because Don's schedule was so unpredictable at times, so he had made sure to put in for the day off a month before. The plan was to meet at the park two blocks from Cassandra's house/studio at half past one in the afternoon, they would have a picnic lunch there, maybe read for a little while, and then return to the house to watch a movie. Obviously, that plan had fallen by the wayside.
Another similarity between Charlie and Cassandra was that they never knew when inspiration would strike. Don couldn't count the number of times they would be sitting in a fast food restaurant and Cassandra would all of a sudden grab the pencil she always kept with her and start sketching on a napkin, or they would be at the house doing something, it didn't matter what, just something would suddenly inspire her and she'd race to the studio and start working. Although, Don noticed that it never seemed to happen at an inopportune time. He wasn't sure if it just happened that way, or if Cassandra purposely pushed the inspiration away until a more convenient time.
Don refocused his attention on Cassandra when she stepped back from her easel, her head tilting to the side a little as she contemplated her work. Curious, he stepped forward to get a better look and smiled when he saw the painting that had ensnared her attention so thoroughly. It was of Charlie, which surprised Don a little; he'd never seen her do a portrait, at least not using paints and canvas. What surprised and amused Don even more was that he could tell that it was of a moment when inspiration struck Charlie; Colby called them his 'ding moments.' His eyes would widen and lose focus as his mind raced. There were times when Don could almost see the numbers and symbols working themselves out in Charlie's mind.
He reached out and touched Cassandra's shoulder, smiling slightly when she didn't jump as he had expected her to. "I knew you were there." She murmured, her jade eyes still on her work.
Don's smile widened as he stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, careful of the brush in her right hand. His compliments could wait, for the moment, he was content to simply hold her and admire her handiwork. ‘Plans are overrated.’
There will be a sequel which is from Cassandra's POV, but don't expect the sequel to be as light-hearted and fluffy as this is. It's already finished, but I want to have Jes look it over before I post it, so it won't be up until tomor-er, later today.
