Drabble: "The last trial" - Part 4/7 (Alan, Robin, OMC, everybody else, PG-13)
Title: "The last trial," 4/7.
Characters: Alan, Robin, OMC, Charlie, Larry, Don, Colby, Amita.
Word Count: 300.
Genre: AU.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Mention of several characters death.
Spoilers: None.
Author's note: Set after the "Tragedy Chain" drabble series and the Bridge to the 7 Deadly Sins Series, which you can find on my masterlist.
Summary: There is one last trial before the end of things as you know them.
Written for: numb3rs100, prompt Gluttony (7 Deadly Sins).
Beta: The lovely
toomuchfandom .
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs or anything related to it.
Previous chapter: Part 3/7 (Colby, Robin, OMC, everybody else, PG-13)
Next chapter: Part 5/7 (Charlie, Robin, OMC, everybody else, PG-13)
Everybody held their breath when Robin called Alan. Larry crossed his arms, his entire body shaking, because it was obvious that the prosecutor was going to find a way to make him guilty after losing the opportunity to send Colby to Hell.
“Does this mean something to you?” the prosecutor muttered, while Alan looked at him with worried eyes. Then he pulled out a big and steaming lasagna from a mysterious box.
Alan didn’t seem to understand what he meant with that. “What’s your point?” he asked, with a tone that meant he was tired of the man’s little, twisted game.
“Nothing, really. It’s just that it’s so good to eat when memories hunt you…” Very slowly, the prosecutor ate the lasagna with his hands. The sound of his mouth liking his own fingers made everybody uncomfortable. “You’ve always eaten without any limits at the memory of your wife, trying to remember the lovely moments you used to share together during the old, happy family meals.”
“And that’s bad how?”
“You’re guilty of food abuse, no matte-”
“Stop, now.” Robin’s voice rose. She entwined her fingers, watching the gavel. Then she took it while she looked at the prosecutor. “The Judge finds the defendant to be… innocent.”
“What?!” the old man snapped. He hadn’t seen that coming. “You can’t do that, you…”
“My position allows me to make that decision. It also allows me to discharge you,” she said, and she hit the gavel one more time.
However, Alan had a sad expression on his face. Larry thought how horrible it’d be to be separated from a son; after all, Don had already been sent to Hell. What could be worse than that?
Maybe the next trial. Charlie stood up; he seemed determined to fight for his own fate.
Characters: Alan, Robin, OMC, Charlie, Larry, Don, Colby, Amita.
Word Count: 300.
Genre: AU.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Mention of several characters death.
Spoilers: None.
Author's note: Set after the "Tragedy Chain" drabble series and the Bridge to the 7 Deadly Sins Series, which you can find on my masterlist.
Summary: There is one last trial before the end of things as you know them.
Written for: numb3rs100, prompt Gluttony (7 Deadly Sins).
Beta: The lovely
toomuchfandom .
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs or anything related to it.
Previous chapter: Part 3/7 (Colby, Robin, OMC, everybody else, PG-13)
Next chapter: Part 5/7 (Charlie, Robin, OMC, everybody else, PG-13)
Everybody held their breath when Robin called Alan. Larry crossed his arms, his entire body shaking, because it was obvious that the prosecutor was going to find a way to make him guilty after losing the opportunity to send Colby to Hell.
“Does this mean something to you?” the prosecutor muttered, while Alan looked at him with worried eyes. Then he pulled out a big and steaming lasagna from a mysterious box.
Alan didn’t seem to understand what he meant with that. “What’s your point?” he asked, with a tone that meant he was tired of the man’s little, twisted game.
“Nothing, really. It’s just that it’s so good to eat when memories hunt you…” Very slowly, the prosecutor ate the lasagna with his hands. The sound of his mouth liking his own fingers made everybody uncomfortable. “You’ve always eaten without any limits at the memory of your wife, trying to remember the lovely moments you used to share together during the old, happy family meals.”
“And that’s bad how?”
“You’re guilty of food abuse, no matte-”
“Stop, now.” Robin’s voice rose. She entwined her fingers, watching the gavel. Then she took it while she looked at the prosecutor. “The Judge finds the defendant to be… innocent.”
“What?!” the old man snapped. He hadn’t seen that coming. “You can’t do that, you…”
“My position allows me to make that decision. It also allows me to discharge you,” she said, and she hit the gavel one more time.
However, Alan had a sad expression on his face. Larry thought how horrible it’d be to be separated from a son; after all, Don had already been sent to Hell. What could be worse than that?
Maybe the next trial. Charlie stood up; he seemed determined to fight for his own fate.