17: fan fic { numb3rs } : "hail mary shot" [don/liz]
title. hail mary shot
author. nv
fandom. numb3rs
characters. don eppes/liz warner
genre. romance/angst
rating. g
warnings. het
word count. 258
challenge. rain, coins
dedication. for sororcula
feedback. is the fuel for the fire.
disclaimer. the characters and canon contained herein are the property of cheryl heuton and nicolas falacci, as well as any associated writers, producers, networks, and parent companies. the following was written by neur0 vanity. no copyright infringement is intended, and no profit is being made.
The dark storm clouds mix with the smog, and everything is gray as the rain pours down and pelts the sidewalks, splattering back up like marbles hitting the ground, and the passing cars spray water from street-side puddles.
She’s rushing away, and the rain mats her hair down, plasters it to the sides of her face as she’s hailing a cab.
“Don’t go,” Don says, and he has to shout to be heard over the symphony of the storm and the footsteps splashing water.
She doesn’t look back at him.
He reaches her and extends an arm to touch her, but she pulls away. “Liz, c’mon.”
Finally, she turns around and looks at him. Her mascara runs down her cheeks.
“Give me a reason,” she says.
“I…” Don looks up at the slate sky. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Then what’s the point?” She turns away again and starts to walk down the sidewalk, forgetting about calling a cab. Nothing seems to matter more than getting away from him.
“Wait, Liz!” She stops and turns around one more time. Don digs into his pants pocket and pulls out a handful of coins. Shoving them back into his pocket, he hangs onto one quarter. “Heads you stay. Tails… you can do whatever you want.”
“That’s pretty juvenile, don’t you think?” The rain catches on her bottom lip and makes it look even glossier.
“Heads you stay.”
She’s quiet for a moment, looking at the ground, and then she raises her eyes to him. “Okay.”
Don flips the coin.
end.
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author. nv
fandom. numb3rs
characters. don eppes/liz warner
genre. romance/angst
rating. g
warnings. het
word count. 258
challenge. rain, coins
dedication. for sororcula
feedback. is the fuel for the fire.
disclaimer. the characters and canon contained herein are the property of cheryl heuton and nicolas falacci, as well as any associated writers, producers, networks, and parent companies. the following was written by neur0 vanity. no copyright infringement is intended, and no profit is being made.
The dark storm clouds mix with the smog, and everything is gray as the rain pours down and pelts the sidewalks, splattering back up like marbles hitting the ground, and the passing cars spray water from street-side puddles.
She’s rushing away, and the rain mats her hair down, plasters it to the sides of her face as she’s hailing a cab.
“Don’t go,” Don says, and he has to shout to be heard over the symphony of the storm and the footsteps splashing water.
She doesn’t look back at him.
He reaches her and extends an arm to touch her, but she pulls away. “Liz, c’mon.”
Finally, she turns around and looks at him. Her mascara runs down her cheeks.
“Give me a reason,” she says.
“I…” Don looks up at the slate sky. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Then what’s the point?” She turns away again and starts to walk down the sidewalk, forgetting about calling a cab. Nothing seems to matter more than getting away from him.
“Wait, Liz!” She stops and turns around one more time. Don digs into his pants pocket and pulls out a handful of coins. Shoving them back into his pocket, he hangs onto one quarter. “Heads you stay. Tails… you can do whatever you want.”
“That’s pretty juvenile, don’t you think?” The rain catches on her bottom lip and makes it look even glossier.
“Heads you stay.”
She’s quiet for a moment, looking at the ground, and then she raises her eyes to him. “Okay.”
Don flips the coin.
end.
like it? watch whereismytalent.