NUMB3RS crossover drabble: "Alliance"
Title: Alliance.
Pairing/Characters: Charlie, Amita, her alliance.
Prompt: #002: Starting over.
Rating: PG or PG-17.
Summary: Charlie meets Amita’s alliance.
Word Count: 104.
Spoilers: first 1/4th of 4.07.
Notes/Warnings: I didn’t even get a quarter of the way through 4.07 when my muse clobbered me over the head with this.
(and I’m not saying whether I mean the US or UK meaning of “pants”…though it changes the rating)
Disclaimer: I own none of them.
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Amita recognized everyone present from the campus scene, though some had been harder to rustle up than others. “You’ll like them,” she whispered to Charlie who was sticking to her side like that one pair of pants she used to have… “Okay, alliance. We all know one another by our online names.
“We all know why we’re here,” she said. “I’ll start. My name’s Amita. This is Charlie,” with the motion of one elegant hand.
“Travis.”
“Sally.”
“Rachel.”
“Benjamin.”
“Jessica.”
“Baal,” facing Amita, giving her his full attention.
“No pseudonyms, please,” Amita said. “Your real name.”
Switching to a deeper voice, “I am Ba’al.”
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The End
Pairing/Characters: Charlie, Amita, her alliance.
Prompt: #002: Starting over.
Rating: PG or PG-17.
Summary: Charlie meets Amita’s alliance.
Word Count: 104.
Spoilers: first 1/4th of 4.07.
Notes/Warnings: I didn’t even get a quarter of the way through 4.07 when my muse clobbered me over the head with this.
(and I’m not saying whether I mean the US or UK meaning of “pants”…though it changes the rating)
Disclaimer: I own none of them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Amita recognized everyone present from the campus scene, though some had been harder to rustle up than others. “You’ll like them,” she whispered to Charlie who was sticking to her side like that one pair of pants she used to have… “Okay, alliance. We all know one another by our online names.
“We all know why we’re here,” she said. “I’ll start. My name’s Amita. This is Charlie,” with the motion of one elegant hand.
“Travis.”
“Sally.”
“Rachel.”
“Benjamin.”
“Jessica.”
“Baal,” facing Amita, giving her his full attention.
“No pseudonyms, please,” Amita said. “Your real name.”
Switching to a deeper voice, “I am Ba’al.”
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The End