FIC: "Not thinking about you," Part 3/5 (David/OMC, David/Amita)
So I'm making Amita suffer a little more. I can't stop! :D We'll see if you like this or not. Oh, it was what I came up with anyways, so this is my only idea for this fic.
Now we get inside her head. We see how much my OMC (Patrick Garner) has hurt her and how traumatized she is. :)
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Title: "Not thinking about you" - Part 3/5
Characters/pairings: David/OMC, David/Amita, mention of Charlie/Colby, OMC.
Genre: Het/Slash
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: A torture scene, a little bit of harsh language. If you think I should include another warning, please leave a comment. :)
Summary: Amita remember how much Patrick Garner (OMC) has tortured in the past.
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 OMCs.
Beta: I couldn't have done this without you, toomuchfandom! : D Thank you so much.
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Go to "Not thinking about you", Part 2/5 (PG-13)
Go to "Not thinking about you", Part 4/5 (PG-13)
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“NOT THINKING ABOUT YOU” - Part 3/5
Why the hell did David come to talk to me about his personal experiences? Why did he think that it would make me feel better? Amita couldn’t stop thinking about it. There’s no reason for him to tell me all that.
When things like these happened, Amita always had the feeling that the world was trying to crush her. The last months had broken her dreams forever. There was no hope for her anymore.
She hated the fact that she had to go to the FBI to make a damn statement. Why couldn’t people leave her alone? She had to ask Larry and Megan to take her with them to the FBI because she didn’t want to share the car with Colby, Charlie or David. She felt relieved when Larry and Megan accepted her company. They were very nice to her during the trip. The physicist started to talk about how much he needed to go to the monastery to keep his balance right before his mind absorbed the energy of the violence he had witnessed that day. The conversation that came up between him and Megan was so cute and calming that it made Amita think for a moment that she would be able to find someone who loved her again someday.
Nevertheless, that day wasn’t today. There were lots of things Amita had to deal with before that special person had the chance to come into her life. She knew that, so she tried to relax listening to Megan and Larry’s talk. She lay on the backseat watching other vehicles pass by theirs, and when she got to the FBI, she was feeling a little better.
That was until Charlie started his little speech. He was as confident as ever, and his arguments were as good as always, but it was the silence of the rest of the people who were there what was making Amita upset. No one said anything at all. She wondered why that could be, and the only response she could find was that everybody knew what was going on between Charlie and Colby.
Charlie and Colby. Colby and Charlie. She repeated both names inside her head over and over, trying to get used to them. It felt as if her heart fell to pieces over and over again every time she heard that sentence. And suddenly, the memories about what she had been through, with both Patrick Garner and Charlie, came to her mind.
She remembered the moment Patrick had appeared in her life, the soft tone of his voice, the sweet words he used to speak to her. And she also remembered how fast all of that had turned out to be the biggest lie ever.
Because after they had gone to live together, Patrick had turned out to be a very violent, insensitive man who treated her like he had all power over her. He used to call her “slave,” and when she asked him not to, Patrick simply slapped her hard. The fact that she faced him seemed to turned him on. He was definitely a sadistic person.
It had taken all of her courage to stand up to the man and leave him. Patrick had accepted it very well, especially considering that he had thrown an ashtray at her when she had left the apartment they used to live in.
“Fine, do what you want, bitch!” Patrick had yelled at her, and he had pushed her out the door with all her stuff. “You’ll never find someone as good as me, you’ll see. You’ll come crawling, begging me to take you back,” he had warned her.
Of course, that had never happened. Amita had never spoken to him again, and she had actually avoided him for years. In the meantime, she had had several fights with her family because of the terrible boyfriend she had chosen. His father especially was really mad that she hadn’t told them about Patrick’s behavior.
“How could you not let us know, Amita? That man was insane, he hit you, and you just took it all without complaining?”
“I did complain, I’m not an idiot, Dad! That’s why I left him!”
“You’re going back to India with us right now.”
His father was crazy. Amita wasn’t going to leave college and a career she loved so much. “No.”
“What did you just say?”
“I said that I’m not going anywhere. I’m twenty-one, I can do whatever I want. I’m a free citizen in this country, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
These kind of fights had taken place in Amita’s new apartment, the one she had been renting thanks to temporary jobs like the one she had at the GAP those days. She and her parents just couldn’t stop arguing every time they got together, and little by little their relationship went cold. It came a moment when they started to not see each other anymore unless it was absolutely necessary.
After those horrible problems, Amita had devoted herself to her career. She had let math take over her head and her life, and that had been the moment she had gotten to meet Charlie. He had been the most amazing person she had ever known. They shared the same passion for algorithms and theories, and they were really good working together.
When they were allowed to have a date, things hadn’t gone well at the beginning. Charlie had turned out not to be the most romantic person ever, and he was actually a little awkward when it came to share his feelings. However, he was way better than Patrick and that and Charlie’s sweetness had provoked Amita to fall for him like she had never done before.
Their relationship had finally started after months of going back and forth, and it had seemed to be the greatest thing Amita had experienced in her entire life. Even if Charlie was a little shy, and sometimes too focused on his work, she knew that she was getting to love him.
And just when she had discovered that she was really into him, that the man had won a very special place in her heart… just when she had dared to call her parents and tell them that she had found the one… everything had changed.
Patrick Garner had suddenly appeared at CalSci one night when she was going back to her apartment, and he had kidnapped her. The bastard had taken Amita to a motel and tortured her in almost every way he could.
“You know? I bet the guy is gay. Have you seen him? So fragile, so focused on his theories?” Patrick had told her, while he ran his knife over her chest.
“So what? I love him just as he is,” Amita had responded. She was tied to the wall by some really strong chains.
“Really? Mmm… Interesting. But you’ll love me more, slave of mine. I swear I’ll make you love me. You’ll learn to love the pain, even if you don’t want to now.”
Every time he made that promise, Patrick used another chain to hit her body over and over. Amita cried and whimpered and screamed because of the pain, and she had to stand the fact to see herself bleed until her wounds healed by themselves, because Patrick never bandaged them. But he had never raped her either.
One day, Amita heard Patrick make a phone call to the Saint Fate Motel to ask for a room. It was obvious that he was going to take her there to lose the FBI. That same night, she had taken a pen from the nightstand next to the bed Patrick was sleeping, and she had written a code on the wall. A code based on “The Attraction Equation”, a code that only Charlie would be able to understand, if he and Don would find a way to get to the motel.
It had been an amazing idea. Hope had come to Amita again when Don and the rest of the team had suddenly appeared at the Saint Fate Motel to take her home. And it was even better when Charlie came to the hospital to see her and spend some time with her trying to make her feel safe.
And then, it had been Charlie’s dream. The one that had made him mumble when he was asleep that he liked Colby. Amita had heard him and since them, the little cruel words of Patrick Garner started to torment her again, even if the man was in jail now.
She couldn’t take it anymore when Charlie and Colby had been flirting at the office right in front of her. She had enough with the nightmares which included Charlie and Colby kissing, and her parents telling her that she had made even a worse choice than the one related to Patrick. So Amita had to step aside and let Charlie be before she went crazy knowing that he really didn’t want to be with her. She whished Charlie the best and decided that she should go back to India. After all, their relationship wasn’t going anywhere. It was a complete lie. Luckily, Amita hadn’t told her parents that she was dreaming about marrying Charlie. She had only told them that he was her boyfriend and that they worked together.
It was all arranged. She wouldn’t have to see Charlie anymore, she would have time to recover from the break-up and find a way to smile again. Maybe if she got away from CalSci and spend some time in a place that connected her to her childhood, she could find her balance again.
And then Patrick appeared again in her life. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone? Why couldn’t he just find someone else to torture? Those were the questions she made to herself when Don came to pick her up at the airport and insisted her to take her to his house. He wanted to make sure that Patrick wouldn’t try to hurt her again now that he had escaped from jail.
Spending the night at Charlie’s house, with Colby being there too, was a very stressful experience. She didn’t know how to act; she didn’t know what to say. When Alan had offered her a cup of tea and told her that he hoped her to visit him, Amita had asked Charlie to intervene and say something because she had no idea about how she should react without revealing his secret.
Watching Charlie and Colby get into a discussion because Colby was jealous of her was even worse. But the worst thing was the appearance of Patrick at the house. His words, the injuries he had provoked to her with his knife, the way he had tortured Charlie and Colby as well as her. She was thankful that David had put a bullet into the bastard’s body. That man had caused too much trouble and he deserved to be gone.
But it was a shame that after taking down Patrick, David had tried to become some kind of friend of Amita by telling her about a man he had fallen for years ago. It had been a bad move, she had to admit.
Yet, that wasn’t what had made Amita upset. The point was she had discovered that some of the people that she thought were completely straight were the opposite. Ok, David wasn’t gay, he was bisexual. He had been with women before, and he would be in the future. But Amita could tell that if the guy David had loved appeared in his life again, he would turn down any woman who was interested in him.
Even if she had her eyes fix to the wall while Charlie talked about his analysis on Patrick’s behavior, Amita sometimes looked at David. Maybe it was because she didn’t want to focus on neither Charlie nor Colby. However, David seemed to be annoyed about something. He shook his head over and over, and he never said a word.
Which made Amita wonder. Why would he still be bisexual, if that experience from his past was so terrible? It would have been more normal for him to stop being into men and just focus on women. She started to think about the reasons why a man could somehow change his orientation because of getting to know someone and falling for him. Suddenly, Amita realized that she didn’t have any response to that. She had never gone through that experience. She got confused, and her mind went blank.
And she started to believe that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to get David’s advice in order to understand what a homosexual relationship meant. She thought about what he had said to her a few hours ago. “I thought I could tell you about my experience so you could understand them a little bit and not feel so frustrated.” Obviously, that “them” David had mentioned referred to Charlie and Colby. Amita had no idea why David wanted to talk to her about it, but if she had the opportunity to learn about other perspectives on life, then maybe that would make her start to accept the fact that Charlie was gay and that she would never be the person to be with him.
The idea started to become an interesting one inside Amita’s head, and after Charlie finished his explanation; she got out of the office and went to take her luggage. Don had taken it with him so she could take it home and rest for a while.
Half an hour later, Amita got out of the FBI building carrying her stuff. Then she saw David walking towards his car, preparing to leave. She felt the urge to talk to him, to ask him about his experience.
She walked towards David and it seemed that he wasn’t aware of her presence. He just kept playing with his keys and then he opened the car’s door.
When David had just got into the vehicle, Amita made her move. “David, could you take me home?” she asked, and she waited for an answer.
“What?” he muttered, because she had caught him by surprise.
“I asked you if you could take me home, please,” Amita repeated.
David took his time to give her a response, and when he did, he only said, “Ok.” He helped Amita to get her luggage into the trunk of the car and then he opened the door for her. She sat down on the passenger’s seat and saw David getting into the driver’s seat.
They remained in silence until they got to Amita’s apartment. Sometimes David cleared his throat, meaning that he was uncomfortable and that he thought that the silence was awkward, but she didn’t say anything. If she talked, it would be at her apartment. It’s the only place I feel safe right now.
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So... too angsty? What do you think?
Now we get inside her head. We see how much my OMC (Patrick Garner) has hurt her and how traumatized she is. :)
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Title: "Not thinking about you" - Part 3/5
Characters/pairings: David/OMC, David/Amita, mention of Charlie/Colby, OMC.
Genre: Het/Slash
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: A torture scene, a little bit of harsh language. If you think I should include another warning, please leave a comment. :)
Summary: Amita remember how much Patrick Garner (OMC) has tortured in the past.
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 OMCs.
Beta: I couldn't have done this without you, toomuchfandom! : D Thank you so much.
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Go to "Not thinking about you", Part 2/5 (PG-13)
Go to "Not thinking about you", Part 4/5 (PG-13)
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“NOT THINKING ABOUT YOU” - Part 3/5
Why the hell did David come to talk to me about his personal experiences? Why did he think that it would make me feel better? Amita couldn’t stop thinking about it. There’s no reason for him to tell me all that.
When things like these happened, Amita always had the feeling that the world was trying to crush her. The last months had broken her dreams forever. There was no hope for her anymore.
She hated the fact that she had to go to the FBI to make a damn statement. Why couldn’t people leave her alone? She had to ask Larry and Megan to take her with them to the FBI because she didn’t want to share the car with Colby, Charlie or David. She felt relieved when Larry and Megan accepted her company. They were very nice to her during the trip. The physicist started to talk about how much he needed to go to the monastery to keep his balance right before his mind absorbed the energy of the violence he had witnessed that day. The conversation that came up between him and Megan was so cute and calming that it made Amita think for a moment that she would be able to find someone who loved her again someday.
Nevertheless, that day wasn’t today. There were lots of things Amita had to deal with before that special person had the chance to come into her life. She knew that, so she tried to relax listening to Megan and Larry’s talk. She lay on the backseat watching other vehicles pass by theirs, and when she got to the FBI, she was feeling a little better.
That was until Charlie started his little speech. He was as confident as ever, and his arguments were as good as always, but it was the silence of the rest of the people who were there what was making Amita upset. No one said anything at all. She wondered why that could be, and the only response she could find was that everybody knew what was going on between Charlie and Colby.
Charlie and Colby. Colby and Charlie. She repeated both names inside her head over and over, trying to get used to them. It felt as if her heart fell to pieces over and over again every time she heard that sentence. And suddenly, the memories about what she had been through, with both Patrick Garner and Charlie, came to her mind.
She remembered the moment Patrick had appeared in her life, the soft tone of his voice, the sweet words he used to speak to her. And she also remembered how fast all of that had turned out to be the biggest lie ever.
Because after they had gone to live together, Patrick had turned out to be a very violent, insensitive man who treated her like he had all power over her. He used to call her “slave,” and when she asked him not to, Patrick simply slapped her hard. The fact that she faced him seemed to turned him on. He was definitely a sadistic person.
It had taken all of her courage to stand up to the man and leave him. Patrick had accepted it very well, especially considering that he had thrown an ashtray at her when she had left the apartment they used to live in.
“Fine, do what you want, bitch!” Patrick had yelled at her, and he had pushed her out the door with all her stuff. “You’ll never find someone as good as me, you’ll see. You’ll come crawling, begging me to take you back,” he had warned her.
Of course, that had never happened. Amita had never spoken to him again, and she had actually avoided him for years. In the meantime, she had had several fights with her family because of the terrible boyfriend she had chosen. His father especially was really mad that she hadn’t told them about Patrick’s behavior.
“How could you not let us know, Amita? That man was insane, he hit you, and you just took it all without complaining?”
“I did complain, I’m not an idiot, Dad! That’s why I left him!”
“You’re going back to India with us right now.”
His father was crazy. Amita wasn’t going to leave college and a career she loved so much. “No.”
“What did you just say?”
“I said that I’m not going anywhere. I’m twenty-one, I can do whatever I want. I’m a free citizen in this country, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
These kind of fights had taken place in Amita’s new apartment, the one she had been renting thanks to temporary jobs like the one she had at the GAP those days. She and her parents just couldn’t stop arguing every time they got together, and little by little their relationship went cold. It came a moment when they started to not see each other anymore unless it was absolutely necessary.
After those horrible problems, Amita had devoted herself to her career. She had let math take over her head and her life, and that had been the moment she had gotten to meet Charlie. He had been the most amazing person she had ever known. They shared the same passion for algorithms and theories, and they were really good working together.
When they were allowed to have a date, things hadn’t gone well at the beginning. Charlie had turned out not to be the most romantic person ever, and he was actually a little awkward when it came to share his feelings. However, he was way better than Patrick and that and Charlie’s sweetness had provoked Amita to fall for him like she had never done before.
Their relationship had finally started after months of going back and forth, and it had seemed to be the greatest thing Amita had experienced in her entire life. Even if Charlie was a little shy, and sometimes too focused on his work, she knew that she was getting to love him.
And just when she had discovered that she was really into him, that the man had won a very special place in her heart… just when she had dared to call her parents and tell them that she had found the one… everything had changed.
Patrick Garner had suddenly appeared at CalSci one night when she was going back to her apartment, and he had kidnapped her. The bastard had taken Amita to a motel and tortured her in almost every way he could.
“You know? I bet the guy is gay. Have you seen him? So fragile, so focused on his theories?” Patrick had told her, while he ran his knife over her chest.
“So what? I love him just as he is,” Amita had responded. She was tied to the wall by some really strong chains.
“Really? Mmm… Interesting. But you’ll love me more, slave of mine. I swear I’ll make you love me. You’ll learn to love the pain, even if you don’t want to now.”
Every time he made that promise, Patrick used another chain to hit her body over and over. Amita cried and whimpered and screamed because of the pain, and she had to stand the fact to see herself bleed until her wounds healed by themselves, because Patrick never bandaged them. But he had never raped her either.
One day, Amita heard Patrick make a phone call to the Saint Fate Motel to ask for a room. It was obvious that he was going to take her there to lose the FBI. That same night, she had taken a pen from the nightstand next to the bed Patrick was sleeping, and she had written a code on the wall. A code based on “The Attraction Equation”, a code that only Charlie would be able to understand, if he and Don would find a way to get to the motel.
It had been an amazing idea. Hope had come to Amita again when Don and the rest of the team had suddenly appeared at the Saint Fate Motel to take her home. And it was even better when Charlie came to the hospital to see her and spend some time with her trying to make her feel safe.
And then, it had been Charlie’s dream. The one that had made him mumble when he was asleep that he liked Colby. Amita had heard him and since them, the little cruel words of Patrick Garner started to torment her again, even if the man was in jail now.
She couldn’t take it anymore when Charlie and Colby had been flirting at the office right in front of her. She had enough with the nightmares which included Charlie and Colby kissing, and her parents telling her that she had made even a worse choice than the one related to Patrick. So Amita had to step aside and let Charlie be before she went crazy knowing that he really didn’t want to be with her. She whished Charlie the best and decided that she should go back to India. After all, their relationship wasn’t going anywhere. It was a complete lie. Luckily, Amita hadn’t told her parents that she was dreaming about marrying Charlie. She had only told them that he was her boyfriend and that they worked together.
It was all arranged. She wouldn’t have to see Charlie anymore, she would have time to recover from the break-up and find a way to smile again. Maybe if she got away from CalSci and spend some time in a place that connected her to her childhood, she could find her balance again.
And then Patrick appeared again in her life. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone? Why couldn’t he just find someone else to torture? Those were the questions she made to herself when Don came to pick her up at the airport and insisted her to take her to his house. He wanted to make sure that Patrick wouldn’t try to hurt her again now that he had escaped from jail.
Spending the night at Charlie’s house, with Colby being there too, was a very stressful experience. She didn’t know how to act; she didn’t know what to say. When Alan had offered her a cup of tea and told her that he hoped her to visit him, Amita had asked Charlie to intervene and say something because she had no idea about how she should react without revealing his secret.
Watching Charlie and Colby get into a discussion because Colby was jealous of her was even worse. But the worst thing was the appearance of Patrick at the house. His words, the injuries he had provoked to her with his knife, the way he had tortured Charlie and Colby as well as her. She was thankful that David had put a bullet into the bastard’s body. That man had caused too much trouble and he deserved to be gone.
But it was a shame that after taking down Patrick, David had tried to become some kind of friend of Amita by telling her about a man he had fallen for years ago. It had been a bad move, she had to admit.
Yet, that wasn’t what had made Amita upset. The point was she had discovered that some of the people that she thought were completely straight were the opposite. Ok, David wasn’t gay, he was bisexual. He had been with women before, and he would be in the future. But Amita could tell that if the guy David had loved appeared in his life again, he would turn down any woman who was interested in him.
Even if she had her eyes fix to the wall while Charlie talked about his analysis on Patrick’s behavior, Amita sometimes looked at David. Maybe it was because she didn’t want to focus on neither Charlie nor Colby. However, David seemed to be annoyed about something. He shook his head over and over, and he never said a word.
Which made Amita wonder. Why would he still be bisexual, if that experience from his past was so terrible? It would have been more normal for him to stop being into men and just focus on women. She started to think about the reasons why a man could somehow change his orientation because of getting to know someone and falling for him. Suddenly, Amita realized that she didn’t have any response to that. She had never gone through that experience. She got confused, and her mind went blank.
And she started to believe that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to get David’s advice in order to understand what a homosexual relationship meant. She thought about what he had said to her a few hours ago. “I thought I could tell you about my experience so you could understand them a little bit and not feel so frustrated.” Obviously, that “them” David had mentioned referred to Charlie and Colby. Amita had no idea why David wanted to talk to her about it, but if she had the opportunity to learn about other perspectives on life, then maybe that would make her start to accept the fact that Charlie was gay and that she would never be the person to be with him.
The idea started to become an interesting one inside Amita’s head, and after Charlie finished his explanation; she got out of the office and went to take her luggage. Don had taken it with him so she could take it home and rest for a while.
Half an hour later, Amita got out of the FBI building carrying her stuff. Then she saw David walking towards his car, preparing to leave. She felt the urge to talk to him, to ask him about his experience.
She walked towards David and it seemed that he wasn’t aware of her presence. He just kept playing with his keys and then he opened the car’s door.
When David had just got into the vehicle, Amita made her move. “David, could you take me home?” she asked, and she waited for an answer.
“What?” he muttered, because she had caught him by surprise.
“I asked you if you could take me home, please,” Amita repeated.
David took his time to give her a response, and when he did, he only said, “Ok.” He helped Amita to get her luggage into the trunk of the car and then he opened the door for her. She sat down on the passenger’s seat and saw David getting into the driver’s seat.
They remained in silence until they got to Amita’s apartment. Sometimes David cleared his throat, meaning that he was uncomfortable and that he thought that the silence was awkward, but she didn’t say anything. If she talked, it would be at her apartment. It’s the only place I feel safe right now.
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So... too angsty? What do you think?