Structured Complexity
Title: Structured Complexity, 1/?
Author: rache14
Characters/Pairing: Megan/Larry, some Charlie/Amita
Summary: Charlie ponders Larry's behavior. Larry reconnects with someone.
Set after Megan's move to D.C., AU
"Well, Charles, I think my work here is done then," Professor Fleinhardt said, heading towards the door of the office.
Professor Eppes spoke, "Actually, Larry, I was hoping you could stick around..."
He trailed off as he lifted his head to find himself alone in the room.
Odd, he mused.
"What's odd," asked a very familiar female voice. Evidently, he had voiced his thoughts.
He accepted the kiss she offered in greeting and explained, "Larry - he seemed to be in quite a hurry to leave the office. Not to mention his obvious distraction earlier."
"He probably just had somewhere to be," Amita proposed. "You know Larry - always up to something."
Meanwhile, the subject of the prior conversation had arrived at his destination - a small apartment complex. It was not the first time he'd been there, and most certainly wouldn't be the last.
He knocked on the door and had to smile at the sight that greeted him. The honey blonde hair framed the woman's face beautifully. His smile was reflected on her face, reaching all the way into her emerald eyes.
"Hey Larry," she said.
He released his greeting as a happy sigh, "Megan."
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Professor Fleinhardt had been working in his office when his cell phone rang. He was a bit confused at first, as he hardly remembered such a possession. He still hated using the thing. Don, though, had insisted that he keep it because the FBI's need for his assistance had not subsided.
"Larry Fleinhardt speaking," he answered, not recognizing the incoming number.
"Oh, good! I wasn't sure that I could still reach you at this number," the caller supplied.
He knew this voice by heart. The woman it belonged to had in fact been the holder of said organ - metaphorically, of course. To say that he was shocked would have been an understatement. It was a few moments before he found his voice again, albeit very quiet.
"Ah, my love."
This elicited a giggle. "Yes, it's me. How've you been, Larry?"
"I've been well, dear, busy working with Charles - and Don, of course. Although I must say, I do find that I miss you terribly."
"And I you. I have some good news, though."
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After a warm hug at the door, Larry had been ushered in and the pair settled together on the couch. They talked for hours, trading their stories and catching up. As she'd explained over the phone, she was back in California - for good. She swore she could hear him smile when she'd revealed it. Despite all the lost time between them, neither felt as if they didn't know the other. One would never guess they'd ever been separated by the looks of them now.
Eventually, they found themselves in quite a comfortable arrangement, she cuddled into his side, he with his arms around her, her head rested upon his shoulder. The couple put on a movie of Megan's choice, Blazing Saddles, one which came as no surprise to Larry, as he knew it to be a favorite.
About halfway through the film, Larry was growing rather tired and noticed that he wasn't the only one, as his counterpart could hardly keep her eyes open. He whispered, "Sleep well, sweet one," and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She smiled, snuggling closer, and soon both fell victims to the darkness.
Author: rache14
Characters/Pairing: Megan/Larry, some Charlie/Amita
Summary: Charlie ponders Larry's behavior. Larry reconnects with someone.
Set after Megan's move to D.C., AU
"Well, Charles, I think my work here is done then," Professor Fleinhardt said, heading towards the door of the office.
Professor Eppes spoke, "Actually, Larry, I was hoping you could stick around..."
He trailed off as he lifted his head to find himself alone in the room.
Odd, he mused.
"What's odd," asked a very familiar female voice. Evidently, he had voiced his thoughts.
He accepted the kiss she offered in greeting and explained, "Larry - he seemed to be in quite a hurry to leave the office. Not to mention his obvious distraction earlier."
"He probably just had somewhere to be," Amita proposed. "You know Larry - always up to something."
Meanwhile, the subject of the prior conversation had arrived at his destination - a small apartment complex. It was not the first time he'd been there, and most certainly wouldn't be the last.
He knocked on the door and had to smile at the sight that greeted him. The honey blonde hair framed the woman's face beautifully. His smile was reflected on her face, reaching all the way into her emerald eyes.
"Hey Larry," she said.
He released his greeting as a happy sigh, "Megan."
***************************
Professor Fleinhardt had been working in his office when his cell phone rang. He was a bit confused at first, as he hardly remembered such a possession. He still hated using the thing. Don, though, had insisted that he keep it because the FBI's need for his assistance had not subsided.
"Larry Fleinhardt speaking," he answered, not recognizing the incoming number.
"Oh, good! I wasn't sure that I could still reach you at this number," the caller supplied.
He knew this voice by heart. The woman it belonged to had in fact been the holder of said organ - metaphorically, of course. To say that he was shocked would have been an understatement. It was a few moments before he found his voice again, albeit very quiet.
"Ah, my love."
This elicited a giggle. "Yes, it's me. How've you been, Larry?"
"I've been well, dear, busy working with Charles - and Don, of course. Although I must say, I do find that I miss you terribly."
"And I you. I have some good news, though."
***************************
After a warm hug at the door, Larry had been ushered in and the pair settled together on the couch. They talked for hours, trading their stories and catching up. As she'd explained over the phone, she was back in California - for good. She swore she could hear him smile when she'd revealed it. Despite all the lost time between them, neither felt as if they didn't know the other. One would never guess they'd ever been separated by the looks of them now.
Eventually, they found themselves in quite a comfortable arrangement, she cuddled into his side, he with his arms around her, her head rested upon his shoulder. The couple put on a movie of Megan's choice, Blazing Saddles, one which came as no surprise to Larry, as he knew it to be a favorite.
About halfway through the film, Larry was growing rather tired and noticed that he wasn't the only one, as his counterpart could hardly keep her eyes open. He whispered, "Sleep well, sweet one," and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She smiled, snuggling closer, and soon both fell victims to the darkness.