FIC: Iridescense, 1/10 - Dusty Light (Colby, PG) (Color: White)
Title: Iridescense, Part 1/10 - Dusty Light
Characters: Colby.
Word Count: 581.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: This is a secret, nostalgic place of Colby’s mind, one that he consciously tries to avoid.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs.
Betas: The fantastic
twins_m0m and the great lillyg.
A/N: I'm giving every character an iridescent color. It's been done before but I wanted to experiment a bit.
Color: White.
All chapters: Find them here.
Next chapter
Iridescense Series
Part 1: Dusty Light
Muffins are good.
At the table, he finishes eating one with his cup of coffee - the only decent breakfast he’s had this month. Watching TV gets boring. He never does it in the morning, but today is the exception. Not that it’s worth it so far, though.
Colby reaches for the remote, but he’s still too sleepy, and when he gets up to grab it, he spills the coffee onto his just ironed shirt.
“No, not now,” he says when he notices the mess he’s made. Coffee has not only ruined the white of his shirt, but also the white of his tablecloth carpet. It looks gross, and the third and last muffin he wants to eat still lies on its plate. He won’t be touching it any time soon.
Shaking his head, he takes off his shirt. At least he always wears a tank-top underneath it, in case this happens at the office. God don’t let that moment come, though. He couldn’t bare David’s laugh.
Walking over to the washing machine, he leaves the garment on the chair that’s placed beside it. It’s too dark but the light switch is too far, so Colby simply opens the little, rounded window by his side.
Fresh air and sunlight slip inside. He takes out the stain remover from the cupboard. It has to work. He puts some liquid over the brown stain and rubs it, seeing how it starts to disappear.
But then something catches his attention, and he stops. His eyes look at the space that surrounds him, and he rediscovers what he’s missing for years without noticing.
Dusty light.
Larry once said something about particles that people breathe in and out without knowing. This is definitely what he meant, to Colby’s view. There is a magic in those particles, in the way they dance in front of his eyes, in the way they change and seem to be running away when he waves his hand softly in the air.
It’s like the old mornings in Idaho, when he sat down at the table to have breakfast and Mama Granger was there to welcome the day with a smile. “You be a good boy, Colby, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he responded every time. Dusty light was always there.
Where is that boy today? What has he turned into?
This is a secret, nostalgic place of Colby’s mind, one that he consciously tries to avoid. He doesn’t want to mess with the past. He just wants to forget.
But that special light is in the room and it brings up all the right questions. It provides sudden revelations.
He looks down at his shirt. The stains always remain. The only thing he can do is learn to live with them and move on. Try not to disappoint anyone again; be the person he is, not telling any more lies.
So Colby throws his shirt into the washing machine, turns it on and leaves. There’s nothing he can do but let go.
In the kitchen, he returns to the spilled coffee and the rest of his unfinished breakfast. It is still a mess, but it’s better than it could have been. He is better now than the person he was before.
Goodbye to the angel, goodbye to the traitor; welcome the real Colby Granger. He’s staying, hopefully, for good.
He sits down, observes it all. His eyes land on his sweet, meaningless reward.
Let the last muffin come to papa; he deserves that much.
Characters: Colby.
Word Count: 581.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: This is a secret, nostalgic place of Colby’s mind, one that he consciously tries to avoid.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs.
Betas: The fantastic
twins_m0m and the great lillyg.
A/N: I'm giving every character an iridescent color. It's been done before but I wanted to experiment a bit.
Color: White.
All chapters: Find them here.
Next chapter
Iridescense Series
Part 1: Dusty Light
Muffins are good.
At the table, he finishes eating one with his cup of coffee - the only decent breakfast he’s had this month. Watching TV gets boring. He never does it in the morning, but today is the exception. Not that it’s worth it so far, though.
Colby reaches for the remote, but he’s still too sleepy, and when he gets up to grab it, he spills the coffee onto his just ironed shirt.
“No, not now,” he says when he notices the mess he’s made. Coffee has not only ruined the white of his shirt, but also the white of his tablecloth carpet. It looks gross, and the third and last muffin he wants to eat still lies on its plate. He won’t be touching it any time soon.
Shaking his head, he takes off his shirt. At least he always wears a tank-top underneath it, in case this happens at the office. God don’t let that moment come, though. He couldn’t bare David’s laugh.
Walking over to the washing machine, he leaves the garment on the chair that’s placed beside it. It’s too dark but the light switch is too far, so Colby simply opens the little, rounded window by his side.
Fresh air and sunlight slip inside. He takes out the stain remover from the cupboard. It has to work. He puts some liquid over the brown stain and rubs it, seeing how it starts to disappear.
But then something catches his attention, and he stops. His eyes look at the space that surrounds him, and he rediscovers what he’s missing for years without noticing.
Dusty light.
Larry once said something about particles that people breathe in and out without knowing. This is definitely what he meant, to Colby’s view. There is a magic in those particles, in the way they dance in front of his eyes, in the way they change and seem to be running away when he waves his hand softly in the air.
It’s like the old mornings in Idaho, when he sat down at the table to have breakfast and Mama Granger was there to welcome the day with a smile. “You be a good boy, Colby, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he responded every time. Dusty light was always there.
Where is that boy today? What has he turned into?
This is a secret, nostalgic place of Colby’s mind, one that he consciously tries to avoid. He doesn’t want to mess with the past. He just wants to forget.
But that special light is in the room and it brings up all the right questions. It provides sudden revelations.
He looks down at his shirt. The stains always remain. The only thing he can do is learn to live with them and move on. Try not to disappoint anyone again; be the person he is, not telling any more lies.
So Colby throws his shirt into the washing machine, turns it on and leaves. There’s nothing he can do but let go.
In the kitchen, he returns to the spilled coffee and the rest of his unfinished breakfast. It is still a mess, but it’s better than it could have been. He is better now than the person he was before.
Goodbye to the angel, goodbye to the traitor; welcome the real Colby Granger. He’s staying, hopefully, for good.
He sits down, observes it all. His eyes land on his sweet, meaningless reward.
Let the last muffin come to papa; he deserves that much.