A Long Way
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M through R › NUMB3RS
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,519
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1
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Changes
Title: Changes
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 492
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Author's Notes: Alex comes home to tell his parents about a new job offer. The 5th part of the Alex-series. It’s getting darker. Hope not too dark.
Dark clouds cover the blue sky when Alex arrives. His mother is the first who welcomes him home, embraces him, kisses his cheeks. He at once feels loved and cared for. It’s been a long time since his last visit. His mother has made lunch, sits down with him at the table and asks him all kinds of questions about his work. Alex promises that they will meet his fiancée Karen soon enough. They talk, they laugh, the atmosphere is light and warm.
“So, how’s Dad?”
His mother’s smile vanishes at this question, yet she tries to force it back again on her face. She tells Alex he’s fine. He’s been visiting Charlie a lot. Since he’s moved out of here seven years ago, Don has been helping him here and there, seeing him as often as possible.
“You left, Alex. Things have changed. Your father takes care of David a lot. He’s been in trouble for some while now.”
Alex for the first time notices his mother’s exhausted eyes. He has finished eating and lays fork and knife on the dish.
“Mum? You’re not gonna...I mean...You will work this out, right?”
Alex’s mother has had her eyes shut. Now she opens them, running hand along her forehead before answering, taking Alex hand in hers.
“Yes, of course, honey.”
The front door opens and Alex’s father enters the scene. He greets his son, patting him on the shoulder.
“So, how’s life treating you at the NYPD?”, he jokes shaking some drops off of his jacket.
“Well, actually, that’s the reason I came.”
Alex’s immediately sees concern in his parents’ faces.
“No, it’s not serious. I asked for a transfer to the murder squad. And I got accepted.”
His father’s mouth drops open a bit. Police department was bad enough for him, he never wanted Alex to follow into his footsteps. He didn’t want Alex to have the same life he had. Alex flinches slightly already prepared for rough words. But there is only silence.
“That’s good for you, Alex. Proud of you.”, his father replies, actually smiling, and takes a look at his watch. “Actually I just came to grab my stuff, I really gotta go. Charlie’s in town, we’re supposed to meet.” His eyes meet the ones of Alex’s mother, then back to Alex. “We’ll talk later, okay?”
Alex sees his mother’s tear glittering eyes as she vanishes upstairs. He stands up and follows his Dad. He catches him right before he is about to start the car.
“I know it.”, Alex says, watching his father closely through the open window.
His father glares back at him, maybe not on purpose, but Alex is taken quite aback by a pair of two cold eyes.
“Do you really, Alex?”
He watches the car drive away, tires screeching on the wet asphalt. The slight rain dropping down on him, doesn’t bother him at all.
Alex is 29 when he stops hating his father.
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 492
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Author's Notes: Alex comes home to tell his parents about a new job offer. The 5th part of the Alex-series. It’s getting darker. Hope not too dark.
Dark clouds cover the blue sky when Alex arrives. His mother is the first who welcomes him home, embraces him, kisses his cheeks. He at once feels loved and cared for. It’s been a long time since his last visit. His mother has made lunch, sits down with him at the table and asks him all kinds of questions about his work. Alex promises that they will meet his fiancée Karen soon enough. They talk, they laugh, the atmosphere is light and warm.
“So, how’s Dad?”
His mother’s smile vanishes at this question, yet she tries to force it back again on her face. She tells Alex he’s fine. He’s been visiting Charlie a lot. Since he’s moved out of here seven years ago, Don has been helping him here and there, seeing him as often as possible.
“You left, Alex. Things have changed. Your father takes care of David a lot. He’s been in trouble for some while now.”
Alex for the first time notices his mother’s exhausted eyes. He has finished eating and lays fork and knife on the dish.
“Mum? You’re not gonna...I mean...You will work this out, right?”
Alex’s mother has had her eyes shut. Now she opens them, running hand along her forehead before answering, taking Alex hand in hers.
“Yes, of course, honey.”
The front door opens and Alex’s father enters the scene. He greets his son, patting him on the shoulder.
“So, how’s life treating you at the NYPD?”, he jokes shaking some drops off of his jacket.
“Well, actually, that’s the reason I came.”
Alex’s immediately sees concern in his parents’ faces.
“No, it’s not serious. I asked for a transfer to the murder squad. And I got accepted.”
His father’s mouth drops open a bit. Police department was bad enough for him, he never wanted Alex to follow into his footsteps. He didn’t want Alex to have the same life he had. Alex flinches slightly already prepared for rough words. But there is only silence.
“That’s good for you, Alex. Proud of you.”, his father replies, actually smiling, and takes a look at his watch. “Actually I just came to grab my stuff, I really gotta go. Charlie’s in town, we’re supposed to meet.” His eyes meet the ones of Alex’s mother, then back to Alex. “We’ll talk later, okay?”
Alex sees his mother’s tear glittering eyes as she vanishes upstairs. He stands up and follows his Dad. He catches him right before he is about to start the car.
“I know it.”, Alex says, watching his father closely through the open window.
His father glares back at him, maybe not on purpose, but Alex is taken quite aback by a pair of two cold eyes.
“Do you really, Alex?”
He watches the car drive away, tires screeching on the wet asphalt. The slight rain dropping down on him, doesn’t bother him at all.
Alex is 29 when he stops hating his father.