Drabble: "The last trial" - Part 7/7 (Ian, Robin, OMC, everybody else, PG-13)
Title: "The last trial," 7/7.
Characters: Ian, Robin, OMC, Don, Charlie, Larry, Colby, Amita, Alan.
Word Count: 300.
Genre: AU.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Mention of several characters death.
Spoilers: None.
Author's note: Set after the "Tragedy Chain" drabble series and the Bridge to the 7 Deadly Sins Series, which you can find on my masterlist.
Summary: There is one last trial before the end of things as you know them.
Written for:
numb3rs100, prompt Pride (7 Deadly Sins).
Beta: The lovely
toomuchfandom.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs or anything related to it.
Previous chapter: Part 6/7 (Larry, Robin, OMC, ???, everybody else, PG-13)
“What’s this?” Robin said, getting up.
“I was killed during the investigation of Alan Eppes’ death. It’s one of those things that go with the job.” Ian smiled and went towards her. “I came to judge you, Robin.”
Everybody stared at her; she said, “No. I’ve done a deal with The Man.”
“I’ve done a better deal,” Ian stated.
“No, you haven’t.”
“Oh, I did. And He told me that people were watching you.”
Suddenly, the corners of the room were full of old people shaking their heads at Robin; they were the invisible, real Jury that had always been there, watching the trial.
“He kept an eye on you through his Jury. They’ve seen you commit the Sin of Pride", Ian continued. “You decided this people’s fate, thinking you had enough wisdom and power to do it, but you acted according to your feelings. You hated Amita for using her toys while thinking of your man; and you hated Don for taking his life without thinking that you’d take your own because of him.”
Robin and the prosecutor were speechless. Ian was in control now.
“Tell Mum not to worry about me, ok? I’ll be fine,” Don said to his family at the background.
“Stop,” Ian asked him. A white light appeared beyond the door. “Follow that shine; it’ll take you where you belong.”
Everybody but Don ran towards the light. “What about Robin?” His cold tone meant that he didn’t love her anymore.
“Don’t worry.” Ian put his sunglasses on and smiled. “I’m taking care of her.”
He held Don’s gaze for a second, then watched him reach for the light, too. Finally, he turned around, his smile growing wider.
He was going to give Robin a lesson that would make her wish she’d send herself to Hell.
Characters: Ian, Robin, OMC, Don, Charlie, Larry, Colby, Amita, Alan.
Word Count: 300.
Genre: AU.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Mention of several characters death.
Spoilers: None.
Author's note: Set after the "Tragedy Chain" drabble series and the Bridge to the 7 Deadly Sins Series, which you can find on my masterlist.
Summary: There is one last trial before the end of things as you know them.
Written for:
numb3rs100, prompt Pride (7 Deadly Sins).
Beta: The lovely
toomuchfandom.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs or anything related to it.
Previous chapter: Part 6/7 (Larry, Robin, OMC, ???, everybody else, PG-13)
“What’s this?” Robin said, getting up.
“I was killed during the investigation of Alan Eppes’ death. It’s one of those things that go with the job.” Ian smiled and went towards her. “I came to judge you, Robin.”
Everybody stared at her; she said, “No. I’ve done a deal with The Man.”
“I’ve done a better deal,” Ian stated.
“No, you haven’t.”
“Oh, I did. And He told me that people were watching you.”
Suddenly, the corners of the room were full of old people shaking their heads at Robin; they were the invisible, real Jury that had always been there, watching the trial.
“He kept an eye on you through his Jury. They’ve seen you commit the Sin of Pride", Ian continued. “You decided this people’s fate, thinking you had enough wisdom and power to do it, but you acted according to your feelings. You hated Amita for using her toys while thinking of your man; and you hated Don for taking his life without thinking that you’d take your own because of him.”
Robin and the prosecutor were speechless. Ian was in control now.
“Tell Mum not to worry about me, ok? I’ll be fine,” Don said to his family at the background.
“Stop,” Ian asked him. A white light appeared beyond the door. “Follow that shine; it’ll take you where you belong.”
Everybody but Don ran towards the light. “What about Robin?” His cold tone meant that he didn’t love her anymore.
“Don’t worry.” Ian put his sunglasses on and smiled. “I’m taking care of her.”
He held Don’s gaze for a second, then watched him reach for the light, too. Finally, he turned around, his smile growing wider.
He was going to give Robin a lesson that would make her wish she’d send herself to Hell.