The Funeral
Title: The Funeral
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/Characters: Colby
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to Trust Metric
Summary: Colby attends Dwayne's funeral. Oneshot.
In my attempt to get back into my writing I did a sort of LJ meme that a friend of mine posted… the meme was basically to put my iPod on shuffle and then write a fic for each song that came up in the amount of time the song took to play. Well, I did write a fic for each (okay, most, but honestly, I wasn’t gonna write one for ‘Party at the Leper Colony…. I mean really…), but I spent way more than the length of each song on each fic…. But whatever, it got my muse up and running again- always a good thing. And here is the first of the drabbles (I’m still working on tweaking most of them, but I’ll be posting them as soon as I’m satisfied with them…. And I still need to post my n3 gen fic exchange story here… but that needs some tweaking, too, still….)
Anyway, I don’t own NUMB3RS (and I really don’t see that changing anytime soon) or The Funeral by Band of Horses and this is unbeta’d.
The Funeral
There was no folded flag for Dwayne, no military or government honors. No twenty-one gun salute. He was no longer deserving of them. He was, after all, a traitor to his country. His service in war and at home meant nothing anymore- he had lost the privileges associated with being a US Military Veteran and a federal agent when he had given his allegiance to the Chinese.
His ex-wife was there with their son. She shed no tears for him, not anymore. The man she had loved had long since died. He was buried in the deserts of Afghanistan, along with so many others. He had been dead before their son was born. She had already mourned for him. The man being put in the ground that day was a stranger to her. The only thing that they shared was the blood of their son, nothing more, nothing less. That man was but a shadow of the great man that they’d once known, nothing but a body finally going to rest with its long departed soul. Colby didn’t weep for Dwayne, either. Dwayne had chosen his fate. He had said that he would rather die than go back to prison and Colby knew that he had meant it. He was grateful that, in his assisted suicide Dwayne had decided to save his life, but Colby saw it for what it really was- he knew Dwayne too well not to understand his true motives, even if no one else understood.
Dwayne hadn’t shot Lancer out of the good of his heart. He never intended to go back to jail, ever. He had said so himself. He had shot Lancer for one reason: he wanted Colby owe him because he knew how much Colby hating owing him and he knew that if he died saving Colby’s life that Colby would be eternally in his debt and Dwayne knew that would torment Colby.
Colby knew there was nothing selfless in his once-friend’s actions and knew, intellectually that he didn’t own the man one damn thing, that every debt was well and paid, but still… he owned the man his life twice over. And he would never have to opportunity to repay that debt now. And that, just as Dwayne had known it would, did torment him.
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/Characters: Colby
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to Trust Metric
Summary: Colby attends Dwayne's funeral. Oneshot.
In my attempt to get back into my writing I did a sort of LJ meme that a friend of mine posted… the meme was basically to put my iPod on shuffle and then write a fic for each song that came up in the amount of time the song took to play. Well, I did write a fic for each (okay, most, but honestly, I wasn’t gonna write one for ‘Party at the Leper Colony…. I mean really…), but I spent way more than the length of each song on each fic…. But whatever, it got my muse up and running again- always a good thing. And here is the first of the drabbles (I’m still working on tweaking most of them, but I’ll be posting them as soon as I’m satisfied with them…. And I still need to post my n3 gen fic exchange story here… but that needs some tweaking, too, still….)
Anyway, I don’t own NUMB3RS (and I really don’t see that changing anytime soon) or The Funeral by Band of Horses and this is unbeta’d.
The Funeral
There was no folded flag for Dwayne, no military or government honors. No twenty-one gun salute. He was no longer deserving of them. He was, after all, a traitor to his country. His service in war and at home meant nothing anymore- he had lost the privileges associated with being a US Military Veteran and a federal agent when he had given his allegiance to the Chinese.
His ex-wife was there with their son. She shed no tears for him, not anymore. The man she had loved had long since died. He was buried in the deserts of Afghanistan, along with so many others. He had been dead before their son was born. She had already mourned for him. The man being put in the ground that day was a stranger to her. The only thing that they shared was the blood of their son, nothing more, nothing less. That man was but a shadow of the great man that they’d once known, nothing but a body finally going to rest with its long departed soul. Colby didn’t weep for Dwayne, either. Dwayne had chosen his fate. He had said that he would rather die than go back to prison and Colby knew that he had meant it. He was grateful that, in his assisted suicide Dwayne had decided to save his life, but Colby saw it for what it really was- he knew Dwayne too well not to understand his true motives, even if no one else understood.
Dwayne hadn’t shot Lancer out of the good of his heart. He never intended to go back to jail, ever. He had said so himself. He had shot Lancer for one reason: he wanted Colby owe him because he knew how much Colby hating owing him and he knew that if he died saving Colby’s life that Colby would be eternally in his debt and Dwayne knew that would torment Colby.
Colby knew there was nothing selfless in his once-friend’s actions and knew, intellectually that he didn’t own the man one damn thing, that every debt was well and paid, but still… he owned the man his life twice over. And he would never have to opportunity to repay that debt now. And that, just as Dwayne had known it would, did torment him.