Silence & Safety Part 21 & Bonus: Barbecue & Toe Nail *Alan-pov, the team, surprise guest; D/R, C/A,
Title: Barbecue & Toe Nail
Series: Silence and Safety *21/21 & bonus- drabble*
Author: loozy
Characters: Alan- pov, the team, surprise guest; D/R, C/A, I/N, surprise pairing
Rating: PG- 13/ K
Summary: They are taking the edge off in their own ways. Not talking about what happened, but instead reassuring themselves of the others’ presences; they are all here, they are all alive, they have all survived.
Word Count: 293 & 298
Spoilers: after 5x23, Angels & Devil
Notes: This is the end of the road, the last part... I cannot believe that this series is over... It kind of breaks my heart because I never did a series this long, and I never thought that it would be this well received... I met so many great people and had so many great conversations... Words cannot express how grateful I am to all of you who have read this...
Thanks go out to: xhangingaroundx, magisterequitum, paranoid_woman, rinkle, bobthesungod, melissima, jelsemium, rubynye, summere7, izhilzda, rodlox, callsign624, teddybear_3, ladygray99, shanachie_quill, lily48, quirky_circe, felixen, chymom
And special love and hugs and cake go out to: emmademarais, valeriev84 & mustangcandi for the awesome support they have given me throughout this series... You guys are the best, you rock, and I could not have done this without you... ♥
Prompt: # 1 Conversation & # 207 Paint
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fic. Numb3rs and everybody associated with it belong to Cheryl Heuton & Nick Fallucci and CBS.
Feedback: Yes, please. I love every kind of review, even the bad ones, as long as they are helpful and constructive.
It has been a turbulent couple of weeks.
Don’s injury.
Charlie’s moral dilemma of not knowing what to pay more attention to.
Amita’s abduction.
They have survived it. They made it through the dark times yet again; the level of anxiety was reminiscent of Margaret’s fight against cancer; he had hoped to never have to relive that again.
Things have changed now.
Priorities have shifted, destinies, too, it seems.
Proposals have been made. Proposals have been denied.
In a move that surprised anybody but Don, Charlie proposed. And in a move that surprised anybody but Don and Robin, Amita said ‘No’, only to add that it was just not the right time.
Too cheesy. Too abrupt. Too quick.
When Charlie told them, the couple opposite him only nodded. Don had that look on his face that said that he could not believe that his genius brother could be that stupid.
Surprisingly, Charlie understands after a round of pouting.
Alan thinks it was a romantic move, which made his eldest snort in a rather inelegant way which turned into a blush when his father glowered at him.
Now, they are all gathered at the Craftsman, everyone but Nikki and Edgerton and Larry, having a barbecue with laughter, drinking, talking and eating.
They are taking the edge off in their own ways. Not talking about what happened, but instead reassuring themselves of the others’ presences; they are all here, they are all alive, they have all survived.
So they eat and drink and talk.
They are fine.
The guys are sitting around the grill, drinking beer, while the girls are on the chairs by the koi pond, sipping wine. Alan looks at them from the kitchen, smiling at the image they make.
His impromptu family.
All together, only missing Larry.
Speaking of, where is he?
He is in the kitchen, taking the fruit salad out of the fridge when he hears Larry’s name being called from the garden.
Followed by a gasp.
And then rushing of feet. Now Alan is curious, very much so; he grabs the salad bowl and the vanilla sauce
Rushes out.
And nearly drops what he is holding.
“Megan?”
“Hi, Alan.”
There she is, smiling, blushing a bit; before he can properly put his things down, she is out of Larry’s arms and then in his, hugging him with all her might.
“What are you doing here?”
She beams, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Oh, just visiting. I missed a lot of stuff. About time I catch up.”
“It’s so good to see you.”
“You, too.”
And everything falls into place. They regain their rhythm.
It is like back in the day, when they were all together.
Since Margaret’s funeral, Alan has never felt more complete.
Later, pleasantly buzzed, the girls convince the guys that it would be great idea if they painted their toe nails. It is the most amusing sight to behold, and it is all that Alan can do, holding on to Millie, to not die from laughter. The girls have pushed the guys onto the patio chairs, straddling them, Liz taking on both Colby and David with the help of Robin who is sitting astride Don. They are holding the little bottles of polish, throwing the men’s socks in all directions, giggling, snorting, breathless with howling.
Alan’s heart warms.
He grabs the camera on the table and starts taking photos, wanting to capture this moment, so that they can look back when things turn darker again and remember that moment.
Series: Silence and Safety *21/21 & bonus- drabble*
Author: loozy
Characters: Alan- pov, the team, surprise guest; D/R, C/A, I/N, surprise pairing
Rating: PG- 13/ K
Summary: They are taking the edge off in their own ways. Not talking about what happened, but instead reassuring themselves of the others’ presences; they are all here, they are all alive, they have all survived.
Word Count: 293 & 298
Spoilers: after 5x23, Angels & Devil
Notes: This is the end of the road, the last part... I cannot believe that this series is over... It kind of breaks my heart because I never did a series this long, and I never thought that it would be this well received... I met so many great people and had so many great conversations... Words cannot express how grateful I am to all of you who have read this...
Thanks go out to: xhangingaroundx, magisterequitum, paranoid_woman, rinkle, bobthesungod, melissima, jelsemium, rubynye, summere7, izhilzda, rodlox, callsign624, teddybear_3, ladygray99, shanachie_quill, lily48, quirky_circe, felixen, chymom
And special love and hugs and cake go out to: emmademarais, valeriev84 & mustangcandi for the awesome support they have given me throughout this series... You guys are the best, you rock, and I could not have done this without you... ♥
Prompt: # 1 Conversation & # 207 Paint
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fic. Numb3rs and everybody associated with it belong to Cheryl Heuton & Nick Fallucci and CBS.
Feedback: Yes, please. I love every kind of review, even the bad ones, as long as they are helpful and constructive.
It has been a turbulent couple of weeks.
Don’s injury.
Charlie’s moral dilemma of not knowing what to pay more attention to.
Amita’s abduction.
They have survived it. They made it through the dark times yet again; the level of anxiety was reminiscent of Margaret’s fight against cancer; he had hoped to never have to relive that again.
Things have changed now.
Priorities have shifted, destinies, too, it seems.
Proposals have been made. Proposals have been denied.
In a move that surprised anybody but Don, Charlie proposed. And in a move that surprised anybody but Don and Robin, Amita said ‘No’, only to add that it was just not the right time.
Too cheesy. Too abrupt. Too quick.
When Charlie told them, the couple opposite him only nodded. Don had that look on his face that said that he could not believe that his genius brother could be that stupid.
Surprisingly, Charlie understands after a round of pouting.
Alan thinks it was a romantic move, which made his eldest snort in a rather inelegant way which turned into a blush when his father glowered at him.
Now, they are all gathered at the Craftsman, everyone but Nikki and Edgerton and Larry, having a barbecue with laughter, drinking, talking and eating.
They are taking the edge off in their own ways. Not talking about what happened, but instead reassuring themselves of the others’ presences; they are all here, they are all alive, they have all survived.
So they eat and drink and talk.
They are fine.
The guys are sitting around the grill, drinking beer, while the girls are on the chairs by the koi pond, sipping wine. Alan looks at them from the kitchen, smiling at the image they make.
His impromptu family.
All together, only missing Larry.
Speaking of, where is he?
He is in the kitchen, taking the fruit salad out of the fridge when he hears Larry’s name being called from the garden.
Followed by a gasp.
And then rushing of feet. Now Alan is curious, very much so; he grabs the salad bowl and the vanilla sauce
Rushes out.
And nearly drops what he is holding.
“Megan?”
“Hi, Alan.”
There she is, smiling, blushing a bit; before he can properly put his things down, she is out of Larry’s arms and then in his, hugging him with all her might.
“What are you doing here?”
She beams, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Oh, just visiting. I missed a lot of stuff. About time I catch up.”
“It’s so good to see you.”
“You, too.”
And everything falls into place. They regain their rhythm.
It is like back in the day, when they were all together.
Since Margaret’s funeral, Alan has never felt more complete.
Later, pleasantly buzzed, the girls convince the guys that it would be great idea if they painted their toe nails. It is the most amusing sight to behold, and it is all that Alan can do, holding on to Millie, to not die from laughter. The girls have pushed the guys onto the patio chairs, straddling them, Liz taking on both Colby and David with the help of Robin who is sitting astride Don. They are holding the little bottles of polish, throwing the men’s socks in all directions, giggling, snorting, breathless with howling.
Alan’s heart warms.
He grabs the camera on the table and starts taking photos, wanting to capture this moment, so that they can look back when things turn darker again and remember that moment.