Drabble: "Saturday afternoon" (Don, Charlie, PG-13)
Title: "Saturday Afternoon"
Series: Tragedy Chain, 1/4.
Characters: Don, Charlie
Wordcount: 300.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character death.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Tequila shots and a gun aren't a good choice after suffering a horrible loss.
Author's note: Written for
numb3rs100, prompt #40, Loss.
Beta: The lovely
toomuchfandom.
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it.
Next chapter: "It's over" (Don, PG-13)
Dad was gone. He was gone and there was nothing Don and Charlie could do about it except surviving.
After all, it had been their fault. Charlie had miscalculated. Don had missed a shot. They had let the suspect escape. And that bastard had taken their father’s life.
Now, it was late on a Saturday afternoon, and a heavy rain could be heard thudding on the roof of the house.
In the garage, both brothers were seated on the floor, sharing tequila shots while they absentmindedly played with Don’s gun. Each one had his turn to hold it and admire it, like it was an object that could bring some happiness to their now meaningless routines.
Everything in the house, at work, on the streets, on their minds, seemed absurd. They had lost Dad and nothing else mattered.
“I did it,” Charlie muttered while he ran the barrel of the gun over the palm of his hand. “I killed Dad.”
“No, Charlie. We killed Dad,” Don corrected him; his eyes were tearing up.
“It’s over,” Charlie whispered. “It’s all over.”
He looked so broken and so elsewhere that Don grabbed the tequila bottle and the little glasses they were using. “I think we should stop this… at least for today… C’mon, buddy, time to go to bed…”
When Don got up, he felt so dizzy that he let the bottle and the glasses fall to the floor.
He remained still and put his hands on his hips. That’s when he realized something -he had been using his gun wrongly; for fun.
And he remembered that when Charlie was playing with it… he had appeared to be somewhere else with his thoughts.
Don freaked out when he heard the shot.
When he turned around, Charlie’s lifeless body was on the floor.
Series: Tragedy Chain, 1/4.
Characters: Don, Charlie
Wordcount: 300.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character death.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Tequila shots and a gun aren't a good choice after suffering a horrible loss.
Author's note: Written for
numb3rs100, prompt #40, Loss.
Beta: The lovely
toomuchfandom.
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it.
Next chapter: "It's over" (Don, PG-13)
Dad was gone. He was gone and there was nothing Don and Charlie could do about it except surviving.
After all, it had been their fault. Charlie had miscalculated. Don had missed a shot. They had let the suspect escape. And that bastard had taken their father’s life.
Now, it was late on a Saturday afternoon, and a heavy rain could be heard thudding on the roof of the house.
In the garage, both brothers were seated on the floor, sharing tequila shots while they absentmindedly played with Don’s gun. Each one had his turn to hold it and admire it, like it was an object that could bring some happiness to their now meaningless routines.
Everything in the house, at work, on the streets, on their minds, seemed absurd. They had lost Dad and nothing else mattered.
“I did it,” Charlie muttered while he ran the barrel of the gun over the palm of his hand. “I killed Dad.”
“No, Charlie. We killed Dad,” Don corrected him; his eyes were tearing up.
“It’s over,” Charlie whispered. “It’s all over.”
He looked so broken and so elsewhere that Don grabbed the tequila bottle and the little glasses they were using. “I think we should stop this… at least for today… C’mon, buddy, time to go to bed…”
When Don got up, he felt so dizzy that he let the bottle and the glasses fall to the floor.
He remained still and put his hands on his hips. That’s when he realized something -he had been using his gun wrongly; for fun.
And he remembered that when Charlie was playing with it… he had appeared to be somewhere else with his thoughts.
Don freaked out when he heard the shot.
When he turned around, Charlie’s lifeless body was on the floor.