FIC: Into the Fire
Title: Into the Fire
Author: Valerie Vancollie (valeriev84 [at] hotmail.com)
Characters: Don, Alan
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Note: This was written for the numb3rs100 word prompt burn but it is not a part of my Crimin4l Numb3rs series. It is a one-shot drabble.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Numb3rs characters, items or situations. I only lay claim to the original aspects of the fic.
Excerpt: 'Don!' his mind screamed, propelling him out the front door only to freeze on the steps, staring in horror at the burning wreckage of the SUV.
The explosion had blown in the windows and sent Alan stumbling. He rested against the wall, dazed, before looking up to see the inferno blazing outside.
'Don!' his mind screamed, propelling him out the front door only to freeze on the steps, staring in horror at the burning wreckage of the SUV.
"Don!" Alan attempted to get to the vehicle only to be rebuffed by the intense heat. "Don!"
Hands followed cries of horror, pulling him back. Away from the blaze, away from the danger, away from whatever may be left of his eldest.
"Don!" Alan cried, collapsing, soul screaming.
/
Pain.
It was the first thought to penetrate Don's addled mind. He hurt. His neck, his shoulders, his... blood. It raced through his veins like liquid fire, scorching and consuming everything in its path.
"Welcome back, Agent Eppes, I thought that I had hit you too hard there. Spoiled the fun before it truly began."
The voice drifted into his mind, briefly penetrating the haze of fiery agony.
"Just hang there and enjoy."
A touch on his arm, the feel of cool metal sliding in and then a new inferno sprang to life, burning him alive from within.
Don screamed.
/
"Dad?" Don questioned, opening his eyes to find his father staring at a bland hospital wall, frowning.
"Donny, you're awake," Alan said, smiling as he looked at his eldest's bruised face. "How are you feeling? Should I call a nurse?"
"No," Don whispered, voice still hoarse, as he turned his head toward his father's questing and cool hand.
"Well, your fever seems to be coming down."
"Mmmm," Don mumbled, already fading out again to the sensation of the hand running through his hair and the familiar voice washing over him.
The peaceful expression on Don's face soothed Alan's fretting soul.