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Decisions
Title: Decisions
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 546
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Author's Notes: Alex’s high school graduation party. 3rd part of the Alex-series. This almost is writing itself. I don’t know whether I ever will be able to stop this series!
Alex is sipping down his glass of sparkling wine quickly while looking around, eyes searching for his father and mother. He can make out his mum in the back of the living room, talking to some relatives he is supposed to know. So many people have come to his graduation party, some of whom Alex sees for the first time in his life. Old people, young people, children running around, hiding underneath tables. Alex smiles at that. He finds David sitting on a chair in the dining room surrounded by more people, yet he doesn’t really pay attention to them. He is too engrossed in his Game Boy Advanced game. Times change.
He puts down the glass on a drawer and talks, chats and smiles his way to his mother.
“Mum? Have you seen Dad?”
His mother nods and tells him he’s gone upstairs. Alex breathes out deeply. He will have to tell his Dad at some point. Would be funny to picture his father’s stunned face when he would receive a postcard from his son reading “Hey Dad! Christmas greetings from Mexico!” God, what if Dad disapproves? His mother puts an encouraging hand on his shoulder and squeezes it slightly.
“He will understand.”, she says and smiles at her son.
While passing the room for the millionth time today he swallows one more glass of alcohol before ascending the stairs to the upper rooms. This house is similar to the one his dad and his uncle grew up. It felt comfortable living in it, the scent of wood tickling Alex’s nose every time he woke up in his bed. He will miss it all.
“Don, you don’t understand...”
Charlie’s voice suddenly reaches Alex’s ear. It sounds desperate and sad. He halts in front of his parents’ bedroom where the voice has come from.
“No, I understand everything, Charlie!”
Alex takes a step back. He has never ever heard his father sounding so angry and furious.
“It’s a chance for me...for me and David to live our own lives. You did so much for us since Amita’s death, letting us live here with you. I don’t want to be a burden to you and your family any longer.”
Ice cold silence. Alex’s blood rushes to his head. His uncle is leaving? Going away?
“Burden?”, his father snaps before continuing. “When the hell have I said that you were a burden?”
There is a long silence again. The door is leaning against the doorframe, so Alex is able to peek through. What he then sees takes his breath away completely.
Charlie is in his father’s arms, crying, his breaths short and mingled with sobs. What is going on? He sees his father’s hands running up and down Charlie’s spine, soothing him. He kisses Charlie’s forehead...cheeks...brushes his lips shortly over the one’s of his uncle. Alex eyes grow big.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”, his father says quietly. “You don’t have to go away.” He pauses. “I won’t allow it.”
Alex is 18 when he for the first time in his life knows exactly what to do. He knocks at the door, sees briefly how his uncle and father quickly step away from each other and walks in.
“Dad, I’m not going to College.”
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 546
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Author's Notes: Alex’s high school graduation party. 3rd part of the Alex-series. This almost is writing itself. I don’t know whether I ever will be able to stop this series!
Alex is sipping down his glass of sparkling wine quickly while looking around, eyes searching for his father and mother. He can make out his mum in the back of the living room, talking to some relatives he is supposed to know. So many people have come to his graduation party, some of whom Alex sees for the first time in his life. Old people, young people, children running around, hiding underneath tables. Alex smiles at that. He finds David sitting on a chair in the dining room surrounded by more people, yet he doesn’t really pay attention to them. He is too engrossed in his Game Boy Advanced game. Times change.
He puts down the glass on a drawer and talks, chats and smiles his way to his mother.
“Mum? Have you seen Dad?”
His mother nods and tells him he’s gone upstairs. Alex breathes out deeply. He will have to tell his Dad at some point. Would be funny to picture his father’s stunned face when he would receive a postcard from his son reading “Hey Dad! Christmas greetings from Mexico!” God, what if Dad disapproves? His mother puts an encouraging hand on his shoulder and squeezes it slightly.
“He will understand.”, she says and smiles at her son.
While passing the room for the millionth time today he swallows one more glass of alcohol before ascending the stairs to the upper rooms. This house is similar to the one his dad and his uncle grew up. It felt comfortable living in it, the scent of wood tickling Alex’s nose every time he woke up in his bed. He will miss it all.
“Don, you don’t understand...”
Charlie’s voice suddenly reaches Alex’s ear. It sounds desperate and sad. He halts in front of his parents’ bedroom where the voice has come from.
“No, I understand everything, Charlie!”
Alex takes a step back. He has never ever heard his father sounding so angry and furious.
“It’s a chance for me...for me and David to live our own lives. You did so much for us since Amita’s death, letting us live here with you. I don’t want to be a burden to you and your family any longer.”
Ice cold silence. Alex’s blood rushes to his head. His uncle is leaving? Going away?
“Burden?”, his father snaps before continuing. “When the hell have I said that you were a burden?”
There is a long silence again. The door is leaning against the doorframe, so Alex is able to peek through. What he then sees takes his breath away completely.
Charlie is in his father’s arms, crying, his breaths short and mingled with sobs. What is going on? He sees his father’s hands running up and down Charlie’s spine, soothing him. He kisses Charlie’s forehead...cheeks...brushes his lips shortly over the one’s of his uncle. Alex eyes grow big.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”, his father says quietly. “You don’t have to go away.” He pauses. “I won’t allow it.”
Alex is 18 when he for the first time in his life knows exactly what to do. He knocks at the door, sees briefly how his uncle and father quickly step away from each other and walks in.
“Dad, I’m not going to College.”