FIC: "Not thinking about you", Part 1/5 (David/OMC, David/Amita, PG-13)
New fic!! Hahahaha... I can't stop coming up with new stories...
As I said to my beta, I think that something like this MUST been written before, but well... maybe I'm taking a risk by presenting this to you. My head was about to explode if I didn't post this. So, feel free to love it or hate it. I know that
mia_dcwut_09will read this because she really likes David/Amita...
Enjoy.
Title: "Not thinking about you" - Part 1/5
Characters/pairings: David/OMC, David/Amita, mention of Charlie/Colby
Genre: Het/Slash
Rating: PG-13
Summary: David uses a personal experience from his past to try to make Amita understand what Charlie and Colby feel for each other.
A/N: This happens during chapter 16, 17 and 18 of The Connections Series (some of them are not posted yet, but they will be soon). There's references to my fic " I'll show you what's smooth".
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Numb3rs except my OMC.
Beta: Thank you so much, toomuchfandom! :D
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Go to "Not thinking about you," Part 2/5, PG-13
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“NOT THINKING ABOUT YOU” - Part 1/5
Even if she kept saying that she was ok, Amita seemed to be devastated. She kept running her fingers through her dark hair, trembling like a scared little animal and covering her chest with her hands like she was afraid that something else might happen to her.
As he walked towards the ambulance she was in, David thought that she had every right to act like that. First, she had been kidnapped by a crazy ex-boyfriend who was absolutely obsessed with her. Then, when she had returned home, she had to deal with the fact that the man who had saved her, her lover Dr. Charles Eppes, had found understanding and affection in the arms of Colby Granger. And finally, Amita had been forced to submit to psychological and physical torture in front of the people she cared about the most.
To some extent, David knew that he could relate to the sad, broken woman he was seeing. Some early years of David’s life appeared inside his head like some kind of old movie that wasn’t meant to be played anymore. He avoided thinking about the old days all the time, but the memories seemed to be determined not to leave this time.
There was someone who had inhabited his thoughts for years, and he thought he had managed to close that chapter. An old friend, a neighbor, a guy who had been always kind to him. His name was Daniel, and David had lost his company a long time ago.
He used to meet Daniel to hang out in the afternoons and talk until the sun was up high in the sky the next morning. And every time David went to sleep, all he could think about was Daniel’s smile, Daniel’s fresh point of view, Daniel’s soft laugh when he said something funny.
The most vivid memory David had about that time was about the day he had confessed to Daniel what he felt for him. David cared about him as a brother and a friend, and he deeply loved him as a man. The attraction had been growing inside David’s heart for a year, and he had finally dared to say it out loud.
It had been on an April afternoon, after they had done their homework together. David had decided to walk Daniel home so they could talk a little more, and his friend was glowing so beautifully every time a joke came up that David couldn’t hold himself anymore. He was supposed to keep his feelings about Daniel to himself and never say a word. How could a white, blonde guy like Daniel be into another boy?
And yet, David took a chance and decided to put a hand on Daniel’s shoulder. Daniel looked confused and he waited for his friend to say what he wanted. With warm eyes, David swallowed hard, and trembling he muttered, “Daniel… I… like you.”
It seemed to take a moment for Daniel to realize what David had really meant. And then Daniel had looked at David in complete shock.
Every time the memory got to that part, David felt the need to stop thinking about it. Doing it was pointless and a horrible way to make himself suffer. Because after all, Daniel had yelled a firm “No!” and ran away from him in the middle of the empty street.
After that, David hadn’t dared to talk to Daniel again, and Daniel had never approached him to ask him about anything, not even to say “hello”. It had taken months for David to recover from the relationship that had never existed but that he had hoped to have someday for so long.
But he was still a teenager then. He and Daniel were only eighteen. Thanks to the progress of life itself, they separated soon and never saw each other again. And even if David missed Daniel a lot, he thanked heaven that he didn’t have to see him and feel embarrassed because of his feelings anymore.
Now, almost fifteen years later, David’s soul ached every time he thought about Daniel. But even if it hurt, he sometimes tried to use his experience for good. For example, he had linked it to Colby’s love for Charlie on Thursday night. He had listened to Colby talk about his fears and his hopes. David had also seen tears in Colby’s eyes and that had reminded him of the nights he had spent by himself secretly crying because of Daniel.
He was so pissed off at Charlie because the mathematician didn’t even seem to be able to tell Colby that he wasn’t willing to give him a chance. If Charlie didn’t feel the same, then why the hell he didn’t just say it? That would make Colby try to get over him and live a normal life again.
David tried to calm down as he got closer and closer to Amita, who was surrounded by Larry and Megan. He made an effort to make his mind embrace the idea that if the memories of Daniel had come to him in this very moment, maybe it was because he was supposed to help someone to understand what loving another man meant.
He hoped that Amita would be willing to listen to him, and that she wouldn’t be mad at him because he was Colby’s friend. However, that didn’t seem to be the way things were going to go. There were people talking everywhere, curious neighbors coming up with theories about what had really happened; EMTs badaging Don’s wound and telling him to go to the hospital, and Don insisting he was fine if they would just get the bullet out; agents gathering data from the crime scene. With all that chaos, which was indeed making Amita more nervous, there was a good chance that she would respond negatively to David’s approach.
However, even if the scenario didn’t look good, David managed to get to the ambulance. There, he made a silent signal to Larry and Megan, asking them to leave him and Amita alone. They looked a little worried about the potential conversation that could come up there, but still, Megan excused herself and went to talk to Don, while Larry announced that he needed to find some peace at the monastery for a few hours.
When Megan and Larry were not around anymore, David sat down at the entrance of the ambulance beside Amita and prepared himself to speak his mind. He had to find the right words to express himself in order to avoid Amita from leaving before he had said everything he needed to say.
As I said to my beta, I think that something like this MUST been written before, but well... maybe I'm taking a risk by presenting this to you. My head was about to explode if I didn't post this. So, feel free to love it or hate it. I know that
mia_dcwut_09will read this because she really likes David/Amita...
Enjoy.
Title: "Not thinking about you" - Part 1/5
Characters/pairings: David/OMC, David/Amita, mention of Charlie/Colby
Genre: Het/Slash
Rating: PG-13
Summary: David uses a personal experience from his past to try to make Amita understand what Charlie and Colby feel for each other.
A/N: This happens during chapter 16, 17 and 18 of The Connections Series (some of them are not posted yet, but they will be soon). There's references to my fic " I'll show you what's smooth".
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Numb3rs except my OMC.
Beta: Thank you so much, toomuchfandom! :D
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Go to "Not thinking about you," Part 2/5, PG-13
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“NOT THINKING ABOUT YOU” - Part 1/5
Even if she kept saying that she was ok, Amita seemed to be devastated. She kept running her fingers through her dark hair, trembling like a scared little animal and covering her chest with her hands like she was afraid that something else might happen to her.
As he walked towards the ambulance she was in, David thought that she had every right to act like that. First, she had been kidnapped by a crazy ex-boyfriend who was absolutely obsessed with her. Then, when she had returned home, she had to deal with the fact that the man who had saved her, her lover Dr. Charles Eppes, had found understanding and affection in the arms of Colby Granger. And finally, Amita had been forced to submit to psychological and physical torture in front of the people she cared about the most.
To some extent, David knew that he could relate to the sad, broken woman he was seeing. Some early years of David’s life appeared inside his head like some kind of old movie that wasn’t meant to be played anymore. He avoided thinking about the old days all the time, but the memories seemed to be determined not to leave this time.
There was someone who had inhabited his thoughts for years, and he thought he had managed to close that chapter. An old friend, a neighbor, a guy who had been always kind to him. His name was Daniel, and David had lost his company a long time ago.
He used to meet Daniel to hang out in the afternoons and talk until the sun was up high in the sky the next morning. And every time David went to sleep, all he could think about was Daniel’s smile, Daniel’s fresh point of view, Daniel’s soft laugh when he said something funny.
The most vivid memory David had about that time was about the day he had confessed to Daniel what he felt for him. David cared about him as a brother and a friend, and he deeply loved him as a man. The attraction had been growing inside David’s heart for a year, and he had finally dared to say it out loud.
It had been on an April afternoon, after they had done their homework together. David had decided to walk Daniel home so they could talk a little more, and his friend was glowing so beautifully every time a joke came up that David couldn’t hold himself anymore. He was supposed to keep his feelings about Daniel to himself and never say a word. How could a white, blonde guy like Daniel be into another boy?
And yet, David took a chance and decided to put a hand on Daniel’s shoulder. Daniel looked confused and he waited for his friend to say what he wanted. With warm eyes, David swallowed hard, and trembling he muttered, “Daniel… I… like you.”
It seemed to take a moment for Daniel to realize what David had really meant. And then Daniel had looked at David in complete shock.
Every time the memory got to that part, David felt the need to stop thinking about it. Doing it was pointless and a horrible way to make himself suffer. Because after all, Daniel had yelled a firm “No!” and ran away from him in the middle of the empty street.
After that, David hadn’t dared to talk to Daniel again, and Daniel had never approached him to ask him about anything, not even to say “hello”. It had taken months for David to recover from the relationship that had never existed but that he had hoped to have someday for so long.
But he was still a teenager then. He and Daniel were only eighteen. Thanks to the progress of life itself, they separated soon and never saw each other again. And even if David missed Daniel a lot, he thanked heaven that he didn’t have to see him and feel embarrassed because of his feelings anymore.
Now, almost fifteen years later, David’s soul ached every time he thought about Daniel. But even if it hurt, he sometimes tried to use his experience for good. For example, he had linked it to Colby’s love for Charlie on Thursday night. He had listened to Colby talk about his fears and his hopes. David had also seen tears in Colby’s eyes and that had reminded him of the nights he had spent by himself secretly crying because of Daniel.
He was so pissed off at Charlie because the mathematician didn’t even seem to be able to tell Colby that he wasn’t willing to give him a chance. If Charlie didn’t feel the same, then why the hell he didn’t just say it? That would make Colby try to get over him and live a normal life again.
David tried to calm down as he got closer and closer to Amita, who was surrounded by Larry and Megan. He made an effort to make his mind embrace the idea that if the memories of Daniel had come to him in this very moment, maybe it was because he was supposed to help someone to understand what loving another man meant.
He hoped that Amita would be willing to listen to him, and that she wouldn’t be mad at him because he was Colby’s friend. However, that didn’t seem to be the way things were going to go. There were people talking everywhere, curious neighbors coming up with theories about what had really happened; EMTs badaging Don’s wound and telling him to go to the hospital, and Don insisting he was fine if they would just get the bullet out; agents gathering data from the crime scene. With all that chaos, which was indeed making Amita more nervous, there was a good chance that she would respond negatively to David’s approach.
However, even if the scenario didn’t look good, David managed to get to the ambulance. There, he made a silent signal to Larry and Megan, asking them to leave him and Amita alone. They looked a little worried about the potential conversation that could come up there, but still, Megan excused herself and went to talk to Don, while Larry announced that he needed to find some peace at the monastery for a few hours.
When Megan and Larry were not around anymore, David sat down at the entrance of the ambulance beside Amita and prepared himself to speak his mind. He had to find the right words to express himself in order to avoid Amita from leaving before he had said everything he needed to say.