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[Special] Be My Valentine?

Title: Be my Valentine?
Author: Uld_Ases
Chapter: 01/01
Pairing: Charlie/Colby; Charlie/Amita; Colby/OfC
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Je ne possède pas Numb3rs
Summary: Be careful with your words.
Previous Chapters:
Notes: I saw, too late for participate, the AntiValentine Day in MartiniOlive LJ. That would be my answer.
Beta(s): Freekydisaster
Graphics (size, and artist):

03 February. 23h51
He answered him that he wouldn’t want to be outed. He came from a military family, 5th generation of duty and honour; he should have a wife, 2 or 3 kids, a nice house and a dog. Charlie told him that it was okay, that he was happy he let him in his heart for a while, that he loved him and always will.

14 February. 20h03
Valentine’s Day at the Eppes would be nicer if Charlie’s had been there. Amita told them that he was working, Alan grumbled, said that it wasn’t a way to treat his future wife. Amita laughed, explained, slowly, that Charlie and her would never be married; that she loved her work too much to become a housewife; that they keep this going on just because of Alan. Besides, Charlie was more gay than straight and, apparently, had found his soul mate. Colby twitched in his chair, looking at Claire, his girlfriend. She was nice, sweet, understanding about his job. She was perfect.

14 February. 22h24
Then they received the call. Apparently, Charlie had a secret admirer, a mentally ill secret admirer, who had shot him. And now, Charlie was in the hospital, fighting for his life, and all that Colby could think about was how stupid he was. Charlie could die. Charlie could die. Charlie’s heart stopped for a while, the doctor said, but he was okay now. Charlie had a file with him, clinging to it like a desperate. A file with the name of Colby Granger. Colby took it and read it. It was an investigation, on James Granger, Colby’s father. The proof that the mistake wasn’t James’ but the accountant’s. He had bought pieces of lower quality and kept the rest of the money. The accident-suicide of James wasn’t one neither. The accountant covered his traces. But Charlie figured it out. And Colby cried. He hoped, but it was a fragile and small hope, that Charlie could be able to forgive him.

14 February. Midnight.
Remembering about the day Charlie set him the question, he wished he could change his answer.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 5th, 2010 10:39 pm (UTC)
Sniff... C'est trop triste... Y a une suite j'espère... Sinon je vois que tu me fais des infidélités... Tssssst... Pfff... *va bouder*
Jun. 6th, 2010 06:35 am (UTC)
Kikoo! Pas de suite pour l'instant mais je pense qu'il y en aura une! Ne boude pas, tu es mon beta pour mes drabbles: 3x100 rien que pour toi!! :)

Enfin un peu moins vu que tu en as déjà corrigé certains! D'ailleurs faut que je pense à te les envoyer!

Jun. 6th, 2010 06:43 pm (UTC)
Te presses pas, je suis en pleine fin de stage, c'est la misère, je rentre vendredi...
Jun. 10th, 2010 03:26 am (UTC)
Ma pauvre, je vais attendre bien sagement que tu rentres! Je t'envoie de gros câlins pour tenir le coup!!

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