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umbralilliumTitle: Now Comes The Night
Author: DaniKitten![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dollydani
Fandom and Pairing: Numb3rs, Charlie/? (You have to guess! I’ll give you a hint, though: it’s a guy. I mean, come on! It’s me! *laughs*)
Rating: PG-13
Claim: Watch
Prompt: song!fic
Warnings: Character death, minor m/m slash
Notes: I was listening to Rob Thomas' song Now Comes The Night and this came out. Originally I had intended it to be from Alan's POV concerning the death of his wife, but it kinda morphed into this. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
wordclaim50. This is not part of my Watching 'verse.
Summary: He will not be forgotten.
Now Comes The Night
When the hour is upon us
And our beauty surely gone
No you will not be forgotten
No you will not be alone
Charlie had always thought that nothing could bring his father down. When he was a little boy and those he had considered friends shunned him because of his 'unnormal' love for numbers, he would come home from school and climb in his father's lap and he'd rest there surrounded by the strong arms that had protected him for as long as he could remember.
It's been many years since those days, but he still trusted in the strength of his father's arms to protect him from the worst life could throw at him. He'd thought his mother was the only one who understood how the numbers protected him just as well, albeit differently, as his father's arms, but when his mother was gone, his father proved that he understood as well.
Now he's sitting in the one place he had hoped never to see again.
And when the day has all but ended
And our echo starts to fade
No you will not be alone then
And you will not be afraid
No you will not be afraid
The sun shone into the room through the open blinds, the gilded light turning the white walls gold and masking the pallor of the tired face upon the pillow. His eyes were closed and pain creased his forehead, his hair wasn't quite as dark as it used to be and there were creases at the corners of his eyes and around his mouth, but he still looked much the same as he had been since Charlie first looked upon him as a newborn babe.
"Hey, Charlie." His brother's voice turned Charlie's attention from the bed to the doorway.
"Hey." Charlie whispered, his attention shifting back to the figure in the bed.
"How's he doing?" Don asked, leaning against the doorframe.
"Same." Charlie replied, drawing his knees up so his heels rested upon the seat of his chair and his arms wrapping around his knees.
He didn't have to look to know Don had nodded, he also knew that the worry that clouded Don's brown eyes was mirrored in his own.
When the fog has finally lifted
From my cold and tired brow
No I will not leave you crying
And I will not let you down
No I will not let you down
I will not let you down
Charlie forced a smile when familiar brown eyes fluttered open. "Hi, Dad." He whispered.
"Charlie," Alan voice was merely a shadow of what it had once been. Alan's eyes focused beyond Charlie to Don. "Donny." He said and smiled at his sons.
"How are you doing, Dad?" Don asked, stepping closer to the bed.
Alan didn't answer, he just looked at the two men he was proud to call his sons. "I want the two of you to know, I could not be more proud. You're good men."
"Dad, no," Charlie begged, his voice cracking. "Don't talk like that, you're going to be fine."
Alan smiled fleetingly. "Don't cry, Charlie. Your mom's been waiting for me." The last of his strength left him and he closed his eyes with a last, tired sigh.
Charlie fought back the tears that were gathering in his eyes. "No, please," He whispered brokenly.
Now comes the night
Feel it fading away
And the soul underneath
Is it all that remains
So just slide over here
Leave your fear in the fray
Let us hold to each other
Till the end of our days
The last of the sunlight faded from the room as Don reached out and squeezed Charlie's shoulder. "He's gone, Charlie." Don whispered.
"No!" Charlie yelled, standing quickly and fleeing the room. He ran down the hallway, dodging nurses and doctors, patients and visitors, but one person did not step out of his path. Instead, they simply rocked with the impact of Charlie's body and wrapped their arms around the trembling body.
Charlie tried frantically to get away, but the arms were implacable and gradually, the person's voice filtered through the sound of his denials and harsh breathing. "Shh, I've got you, Charlie. It's okay. I've got you."
Charlie sagged against the person's broad chest and let the tears fall; trusting the arms surrounding him to protect him.
When the hour is upon us
And our beauty surely gone
No you will not be forgotten
No you will not be alone
No you will not be alone
Charlie and Don stood side by side and watched as their father's coffin was lowered into the plot next to their mother's. Close family friends and relatives stood behind them, offering their silent support. The sun was setting, painting the clouds in gold, rose, and lavender. 'He would have loved to have seen this sunset.' Charlie thought to himself as a tear trickled down his cheek. He felt a hand brush his own and glanced over at the man standing next to him, the care and concern in his eyes almost made Charlie smile.
After the funeral, Don drove Charlie and the man who had been standing next to Charlie back to the house. Away from prying eyes, Charlie curled into the strong arms that had supported him over the last 24 hours. "Thank you, Colby." Charlie whispered.
"You're welcome, Charlie. I'll always be here for you." Colby replied softly and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Charlie's bent head. Charlie sighed softly and trusted in the strength of Colby's arms to protect him as the sun finished setting and night settled over Los Angeles.
End.
End note: Yes, I killed Alan. Dunno what killed him, but I’m inclined to think ‘natural causes.’ And yes, I did intend to keep Charlie’s ‘supporter’ a secret until the last part, but really you should have been able to figure out that it was Colby. I mean, this is me we’re talkin’ about, here. XD
Author: DaniKitten
dollydaniFandom and Pairing: Numb3rs, Charlie/? (You have to guess! I’ll give you a hint, though: it’s a guy. I mean, come on! It’s me! *laughs*)
Rating: PG-13
Claim: Watch
Prompt: song!fic
Warnings: Character death, minor m/m slash
Notes: I was listening to Rob Thomas' song Now Comes The Night and this came out. Originally I had intended it to be from Alan's POV concerning the death of his wife, but it kinda morphed into this. Written for
wordclaim50. This is not part of my Watching 'verse.Summary: He will not be forgotten.
When the hour is upon us
And our beauty surely gone
No you will not be forgotten
No you will not be alone
Charlie had always thought that nothing could bring his father down. When he was a little boy and those he had considered friends shunned him because of his 'unnormal' love for numbers, he would come home from school and climb in his father's lap and he'd rest there surrounded by the strong arms that had protected him for as long as he could remember.
It's been many years since those days, but he still trusted in the strength of his father's arms to protect him from the worst life could throw at him. He'd thought his mother was the only one who understood how the numbers protected him just as well, albeit differently, as his father's arms, but when his mother was gone, his father proved that he understood as well.
Now he's sitting in the one place he had hoped never to see again.
And when the day has all but ended
And our echo starts to fade
No you will not be alone then
And you will not be afraid
No you will not be afraid
The sun shone into the room through the open blinds, the gilded light turning the white walls gold and masking the pallor of the tired face upon the pillow. His eyes were closed and pain creased his forehead, his hair wasn't quite as dark as it used to be and there were creases at the corners of his eyes and around his mouth, but he still looked much the same as he had been since Charlie first looked upon him as a newborn babe.
"Hey, Charlie." His brother's voice turned Charlie's attention from the bed to the doorway.
"Hey." Charlie whispered, his attention shifting back to the figure in the bed.
"How's he doing?" Don asked, leaning against the doorframe.
"Same." Charlie replied, drawing his knees up so his heels rested upon the seat of his chair and his arms wrapping around his knees.
He didn't have to look to know Don had nodded, he also knew that the worry that clouded Don's brown eyes was mirrored in his own.
When the fog has finally lifted
From my cold and tired brow
No I will not leave you crying
And I will not let you down
No I will not let you down
I will not let you down
Charlie forced a smile when familiar brown eyes fluttered open. "Hi, Dad." He whispered.
"Charlie," Alan voice was merely a shadow of what it had once been. Alan's eyes focused beyond Charlie to Don. "Donny." He said and smiled at his sons.
"How are you doing, Dad?" Don asked, stepping closer to the bed.
Alan didn't answer, he just looked at the two men he was proud to call his sons. "I want the two of you to know, I could not be more proud. You're good men."
"Dad, no," Charlie begged, his voice cracking. "Don't talk like that, you're going to be fine."
Alan smiled fleetingly. "Don't cry, Charlie. Your mom's been waiting for me." The last of his strength left him and he closed his eyes with a last, tired sigh.
Charlie fought back the tears that were gathering in his eyes. "No, please," He whispered brokenly.
Now comes the night
Feel it fading away
And the soul underneath
Is it all that remains
So just slide over here
Leave your fear in the fray
Let us hold to each other
Till the end of our days
The last of the sunlight faded from the room as Don reached out and squeezed Charlie's shoulder. "He's gone, Charlie." Don whispered.
"No!" Charlie yelled, standing quickly and fleeing the room. He ran down the hallway, dodging nurses and doctors, patients and visitors, but one person did not step out of his path. Instead, they simply rocked with the impact of Charlie's body and wrapped their arms around the trembling body.
Charlie tried frantically to get away, but the arms were implacable and gradually, the person's voice filtered through the sound of his denials and harsh breathing. "Shh, I've got you, Charlie. It's okay. I've got you."
Charlie sagged against the person's broad chest and let the tears fall; trusting the arms surrounding him to protect him.
When the hour is upon us
And our beauty surely gone
No you will not be forgotten
No you will not be alone
No you will not be alone
Charlie and Don stood side by side and watched as their father's coffin was lowered into the plot next to their mother's. Close family friends and relatives stood behind them, offering their silent support. The sun was setting, painting the clouds in gold, rose, and lavender. 'He would have loved to have seen this sunset.' Charlie thought to himself as a tear trickled down his cheek. He felt a hand brush his own and glanced over at the man standing next to him, the care and concern in his eyes almost made Charlie smile.
After the funeral, Don drove Charlie and the man who had been standing next to Charlie back to the house. Away from prying eyes, Charlie curled into the strong arms that had supported him over the last 24 hours. "Thank you, Colby." Charlie whispered.
"You're welcome, Charlie. I'll always be here for you." Colby replied softly and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Charlie's bent head. Charlie sighed softly and trusted in the strength of Colby's arms to protect him as the sun finished setting and night settled over Los Angeles.
End note: Yes, I killed Alan. Dunno what killed him, but I’m inclined to think ‘natural causes.’ And yes, I did intend to keep Charlie’s ‘supporter’ a secret until the last part, but really you should have been able to figure out that it was Colby. I mean, this is me we’re talkin’ about, here. XD
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Date: 2005-12-29 03:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-12-29 04:16 am (UTC)Wow, sad fic, and really effective. The song actually works with the sotry too, which is something that I rarely see in song!fics. Usually the application seems forced, but you integrated it really flawlessly.
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From:no subject
Date: 2005-12-30 12:16 am (UTC)I understand from sources that the Alan resuscitation project is going well. It's in his contract that he won't be killed off again for at least another 20 fics. *g*
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