Numb3rs Fic: Iridescence, 7/10 - Prodigal Son (Liz, OMCs, PG) (Color: Lilac)
Title: Iridescence, 7/10 - Prodigal Son
Word Count: 690.
Characters: Liz, OMCs.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Connor hasn’t mentioned someone else would join them for dinner tonight but then again, her older brother likes surprises.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Numb3rs.
Betas: The fantastic twins_m0m.
Previous chapters: Find them here.
Color: Lilac.
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Iridescence Series
Prodigal Son
The restaurant looks fancy. There are gorgeous lights wherever she looks. Nicely dressed people talk in whispers, smile as creamy shades surround them. The atmosphere is calm and peaceful, almost to the point of making every view seem to be a dream. As Liz walks towards her table, she’s glad she’s looking different tonight - black blouse and skirt, blue high-heels, brown, little bag. Her hair moves as she does, following her rhythm, falling over her shoulders. She feels beautiful right now; with her focus on the job, she doesn’t get to feel that way most of the time.
She finds her seat and stops in her tracks. There are flowers on her table - lilac flowers on a table for three. Liz stares at it as she sits down and gets ready for the anxious wait. Connor hasn’t mentioned someone else would join them for dinner tonight but then again, her older brother likes surprises.
A caress on her shoulder lets her know he must be here. Turning around, she thinks of getting up from her chair to welcome him; it’s been a long time since they’d seen each other since the last time. He works for the State Department, she works for the FBI. It’s not like they have all the time in the world, even if family should always be first.
Her eyes barely roam over Connor’s almond eyes and she’s about to greet him when they land on the next figure. She freezes. This can’t be true.
“Jimmy?” she mutters, staring at the blonde guy that has the last name Warner on a criminal record. “Weren’t you in jail?”
“Liz…” Connor reaches for her shoulder, but she rejects him.
“You brought me for this and you didn’t tell me?”
“I wanted it to be a surprise…”
Jimmy raises his voice. It’s different, tougher, more complicated. “I’m sorry, Liz... I didn’t want to upset you. We thought that maybe you…” He shook his head. “I’ll just leave, don’t worry.” Immediately, he turns but Liz stops him.
“No, you can stay,” she says. “I’m just… I wasn’t expecting this, that’s all. Please, sit down.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
Soon, the three of them are seated at the table, waiting for their dishes. Jimmy rubs his palms nervously; he mustn’t believe that Liz is okay with this, so she assures him, “Jimmy, trust me. I’ve missed you.”
“You know, I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. You two guys, you work for the State. I’m one of the dregs of society or something like that, like a pal next to my cell said.”
She shakes her head. “I won’t lie to you and tell you that everything’s fine. Those years were the worst of my life. I didn’t know what was going to happen to you, where they were going to transfer you. I didn’t know if you could deal with being in prison.”
He lifts his gaze and meets hers. “I’m sorry. For being… hard to handle, especially after dad died.”
The memory of her and her family around the table in the old days when there was no sign of real horror that could touch them managed to break her. She looks for Connor’s eyes and she finds them. He’s serious, worried about her; but as usual, he has a plan.
He lays his hand on the table, proposing the old gesture they all know. “C’mon… Just like when we were kids,” he says when Jimmy hesitates. The youngest Warner rubs the back of his head but finally places his hand over the other man’s. “Liz?” Connor asks, turning to her.
Silent, she notices that after going back to the past for even one brief moment, she doesn’t know which decisions are good and which are bad. She holds her breath but looking around the table, her gut tells her to go for it, to give these men another chance.
She covers her brothers’ hands with hers. They’re not the happy three kids they used to, but they are together now, they can fix things. And she’ll do as much as she can to allow them turn back time.
Word Count: 690.
Characters: Liz, OMCs.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Connor hasn’t mentioned someone else would join them for dinner tonight but then again, her older brother likes surprises.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Numb3rs.
Betas: The fantastic twins_m0m.
Previous chapters: Find them here.
Color: Lilac.
Previous chapter
Next chapter
Iridescence Series
Prodigal Son
The restaurant looks fancy. There are gorgeous lights wherever she looks. Nicely dressed people talk in whispers, smile as creamy shades surround them. The atmosphere is calm and peaceful, almost to the point of making every view seem to be a dream. As Liz walks towards her table, she’s glad she’s looking different tonight - black blouse and skirt, blue high-heels, brown, little bag. Her hair moves as she does, following her rhythm, falling over her shoulders. She feels beautiful right now; with her focus on the job, she doesn’t get to feel that way most of the time.
She finds her seat and stops in her tracks. There are flowers on her table - lilac flowers on a table for three. Liz stares at it as she sits down and gets ready for the anxious wait. Connor hasn’t mentioned someone else would join them for dinner tonight but then again, her older brother likes surprises.
A caress on her shoulder lets her know he must be here. Turning around, she thinks of getting up from her chair to welcome him; it’s been a long time since they’d seen each other since the last time. He works for the State Department, she works for the FBI. It’s not like they have all the time in the world, even if family should always be first.
Her eyes barely roam over Connor’s almond eyes and she’s about to greet him when they land on the next figure. She freezes. This can’t be true.
“Jimmy?” she mutters, staring at the blonde guy that has the last name Warner on a criminal record. “Weren’t you in jail?”
“Liz…” Connor reaches for her shoulder, but she rejects him.
“You brought me for this and you didn’t tell me?”
“I wanted it to be a surprise…”
Jimmy raises his voice. It’s different, tougher, more complicated. “I’m sorry, Liz... I didn’t want to upset you. We thought that maybe you…” He shook his head. “I’ll just leave, don’t worry.” Immediately, he turns but Liz stops him.
“No, you can stay,” she says. “I’m just… I wasn’t expecting this, that’s all. Please, sit down.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
Soon, the three of them are seated at the table, waiting for their dishes. Jimmy rubs his palms nervously; he mustn’t believe that Liz is okay with this, so she assures him, “Jimmy, trust me. I’ve missed you.”
“You know, I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. You two guys, you work for the State. I’m one of the dregs of society or something like that, like a pal next to my cell said.”
She shakes her head. “I won’t lie to you and tell you that everything’s fine. Those years were the worst of my life. I didn’t know what was going to happen to you, where they were going to transfer you. I didn’t know if you could deal with being in prison.”
He lifts his gaze and meets hers. “I’m sorry. For being… hard to handle, especially after dad died.”
The memory of her and her family around the table in the old days when there was no sign of real horror that could touch them managed to break her. She looks for Connor’s eyes and she finds them. He’s serious, worried about her; but as usual, he has a plan.
He lays his hand on the table, proposing the old gesture they all know. “C’mon… Just like when we were kids,” he says when Jimmy hesitates. The youngest Warner rubs the back of his head but finally places his hand over the other man’s. “Liz?” Connor asks, turning to her.
Silent, she notices that after going back to the past for even one brief moment, she doesn’t know which decisions are good and which are bad. She holds her breath but looking around the table, her gut tells her to go for it, to give these men another chance.
She covers her brothers’ hands with hers. They’re not the happy three kids they used to, but they are together now, they can fix things. And she’ll do as much as she can to allow them turn back time.