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Adult ++
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Strangers
Title: Strangers
Author: scots_rock
Prompt: # 060 New Year
Pairing: Don/Charlie, Charlie/Monty (from the movie "25 Hours")
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 784
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: awesome
Author's Notes: Just saw that movie. And as I am a HUGE Edward Norton-addict I couldn’t but write a short story about Monty and Charlie meeting, talking and maybe even more...?
It is more the fact that Charlie needs some fresh air. That’s why he finds himself sitting on a bench in the small park, just some blocks away from Don’s apartment, in the middle of the night. Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. He’s going to spend this day with Don. A thing they’ve never done before. And yet his stomach begins to ache terribly when he thinks about the moment the clock strikes twelve, the moment he’ll look into Don’s eyes, see the longing in them and give in. New Year’s Kiss.
He feels kinda sick right now. Maybe it’s too much fresh air for a drunk guy like him. Not that he gets drunk often. Maybe he isn’t even drunk, he doesn’t know actually what it feels to be drunk. Bet that guy over there knows more about it.
Charlie’s view is focused on a man with a short beard, brown hair, combed back, a bit messy yet still attractive. He’s staggering towards the bench Charlie has been occupying until now. The man sits down, a half emptied bottle of beer in one hand.
“Evening!”, he slurs.
“Hi.”, Charlie replies shyly.
“You had a good day?”, the man asks.
“Yeah. Quite good.”, Charlie answers and wonders for a moment if he should ask him back. “How about yours?”
“Good, good. Thanks!”
The man nods, a bit uncontrolled. In the light of a nearby street lamp Charlie realizes that the man is older than he himself. Maybe around 30.
“I’m Monty, by the way.”
“Charlie.” He smiles uncomfortably.
“So? You got no girl, Charlie?”
“Why are you bothering me?” Charlie almost interrupts Monty who seems a bit surprised by this sudden question.
“Oh! Okay. Sorry. I just thought, you know... You’re alone, I’m alone. Thought we could talk. We’re two strangers. No one would ever know we’ve met. Thought we just share the things we’ve fucked up during this year.”
Guiltily Charlie turns towards Monty.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”
“That’s all right. Bet you’re someone who knows what he wants, huh?”
Charlie thinks about it for a second before answering.
“Not really, I guess. Otherwise I would be somewhere else right now and would not be sitting here on a bench in the middle of the night talking to a drunk stranger. No offence.”
Monty actually laughs about that.
“Where would you then be?”, he finally brings out before taking a gulp out of the bottle.
Charlie doesn’t know if Monty can see it but his cheeks turn pink at that.
“With the one I love.”
“You’ve told her yet?”
“No.” Charlie swallows the huge rock that seems to be stuck in his throat.
“So, what are you waiting for? How long have you two been together now?”
“Our whole life.” The more Charlie says the smaller he becomes.
“Woah. And I thought I had issues!” He throws the now empty bottle hard on the street. It shatters into pieces.
“Hear that?”, he then asks and looks directly at Charlie. “That’s the sound your heart’s gonna make when it breaks. You have to tell her. I know how women’s minds work. If you wanna keep ‘em, you gotta love ‘em. And you gotta tell ‘em that.”
Charlie smiles, a bit desperate.
“Thanks for the tip, but with us... It’s a little bit more complicated.” He sighs. “I’m not sure if he feels the same way I do. When I look at him, I can see he desires me. But desire is not the same thing as love.”
Monty keeps on staring at Charlie. His look bears sympathy.
“You’re wrong.”
Charlie looks up.
“You know who makes it complicated? You do! Cause it’s always simple. You tell him. End of story. Just like that. You will be able to guess from the look on his face if he feels the same way for you. But not after you’ve said it. Right before the moment you’re about to, you have to face him, right? And that’s the moment you’ll know.”
Charlie nods slightly.
“What about you? What did you do wrong this year?”
“This year? Well, I rather hope I did something good. Even if it was only tonight.”
With that he stands up. He holds out his hand and Charlie seizes it. They shake hands.
“Hope it works out for you and Don.”, Monty says after letting go of Charlie’s hand. His voice, all at once, doesn’t sound slurry at all. His facial expression doesn’t show a hint of dizziness.
“Yeah, thank...you.”, Charlie looks up and sees a small, sad smile on Monty’s face. “How do you know–?”
“See you, Charlie.”, Monty cuts off Charlie’s question and disappears into the night.
Author: scots_rock
Prompt: # 060 New Year
Pairing: Don/Charlie, Charlie/Monty (from the movie "25 Hours")
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 784
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: awesome
Author's Notes: Just saw that movie. And as I am a HUGE Edward Norton-addict I couldn’t but write a short story about Monty and Charlie meeting, talking and maybe even more...?
It is more the fact that Charlie needs some fresh air. That’s why he finds himself sitting on a bench in the small park, just some blocks away from Don’s apartment, in the middle of the night. Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. He’s going to spend this day with Don. A thing they’ve never done before. And yet his stomach begins to ache terribly when he thinks about the moment the clock strikes twelve, the moment he’ll look into Don’s eyes, see the longing in them and give in. New Year’s Kiss.
He feels kinda sick right now. Maybe it’s too much fresh air for a drunk guy like him. Not that he gets drunk often. Maybe he isn’t even drunk, he doesn’t know actually what it feels to be drunk. Bet that guy over there knows more about it.
Charlie’s view is focused on a man with a short beard, brown hair, combed back, a bit messy yet still attractive. He’s staggering towards the bench Charlie has been occupying until now. The man sits down, a half emptied bottle of beer in one hand.
“Evening!”, he slurs.
“Hi.”, Charlie replies shyly.
“You had a good day?”, the man asks.
“Yeah. Quite good.”, Charlie answers and wonders for a moment if he should ask him back. “How about yours?”
“Good, good. Thanks!”
The man nods, a bit uncontrolled. In the light of a nearby street lamp Charlie realizes that the man is older than he himself. Maybe around 30.
“I’m Monty, by the way.”
“Charlie.” He smiles uncomfortably.
“So? You got no girl, Charlie?”
“Why are you bothering me?” Charlie almost interrupts Monty who seems a bit surprised by this sudden question.
“Oh! Okay. Sorry. I just thought, you know... You’re alone, I’m alone. Thought we could talk. We’re two strangers. No one would ever know we’ve met. Thought we just share the things we’ve fucked up during this year.”
Guiltily Charlie turns towards Monty.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”
“That’s all right. Bet you’re someone who knows what he wants, huh?”
Charlie thinks about it for a second before answering.
“Not really, I guess. Otherwise I would be somewhere else right now and would not be sitting here on a bench in the middle of the night talking to a drunk stranger. No offence.”
Monty actually laughs about that.
“Where would you then be?”, he finally brings out before taking a gulp out of the bottle.
Charlie doesn’t know if Monty can see it but his cheeks turn pink at that.
“With the one I love.”
“You’ve told her yet?”
“No.” Charlie swallows the huge rock that seems to be stuck in his throat.
“So, what are you waiting for? How long have you two been together now?”
“Our whole life.” The more Charlie says the smaller he becomes.
“Woah. And I thought I had issues!” He throws the now empty bottle hard on the street. It shatters into pieces.
“Hear that?”, he then asks and looks directly at Charlie. “That’s the sound your heart’s gonna make when it breaks. You have to tell her. I know how women’s minds work. If you wanna keep ‘em, you gotta love ‘em. And you gotta tell ‘em that.”
Charlie smiles, a bit desperate.
“Thanks for the tip, but with us... It’s a little bit more complicated.” He sighs. “I’m not sure if he feels the same way I do. When I look at him, I can see he desires me. But desire is not the same thing as love.”
Monty keeps on staring at Charlie. His look bears sympathy.
“You’re wrong.”
Charlie looks up.
“You know who makes it complicated? You do! Cause it’s always simple. You tell him. End of story. Just like that. You will be able to guess from the look on his face if he feels the same way for you. But not after you’ve said it. Right before the moment you’re about to, you have to face him, right? And that’s the moment you’ll know.”
Charlie nods slightly.
“What about you? What did you do wrong this year?”
“This year? Well, I rather hope I did something good. Even if it was only tonight.”
With that he stands up. He holds out his hand and Charlie seizes it. They shake hands.
“Hope it works out for you and Don.”, Monty says after letting go of Charlie’s hand. His voice, all at once, doesn’t sound slurry at all. His facial expression doesn’t show a hint of dizziness.
“Yeah, thank...you.”, Charlie looks up and sees a small, sad smile on Monty’s face. “How do you know–?”
“See you, Charlie.”, Monty cuts off Charlie’s question and disappears into the night.