Frozen, Don, Numb3rs
Series: February
Title: Frozen
Author: penguingal
Rating: G
Character: Don (gen)
Word Count: 150
Disclaimer: God, how I wish this man belonged to me. Sadly, he does not.
Feedback: better than sunshine on a cloudy day.
A/n: Second part of a Don drabble series covering prompts from December. The title of the series comes from a song by Dar Williams of the same name. x-posted to numb3rs100.
"Donny… come inside. It’s freezing out here," Alan said gently.
Don had been out for hours, staring into the koi pond, his breath puffing in front of him. The temperature had dropped hard and ice was starting to form on the edges of the pond. The koi looked confused.
It seemed like the best place to go after his mother’s funeral when he couldn’t stand the soft eyes and gentle sympathies any more. If it hadn’t been for the ice, he might not even have noticed the temperature change. His hands were cold, so were his feet, but that was nothing compared to how cold he felt inside.
"Don?" Alan repeated.
Slowly, Don stood and turned to his father, walking back toward the house. "We should bring the fish inside. Mom’ll be upset... we shouldn’t let them freeze."
Alan looked carefully at his son and nodded. "I’ll get the bucket."
Title: Frozen
Author: penguingal
Rating: G
Character: Don (gen)
Word Count: 150
Disclaimer: God, how I wish this man belonged to me. Sadly, he does not.
Feedback: better than sunshine on a cloudy day.
A/n: Second part of a Don drabble series covering prompts from December. The title of the series comes from a song by Dar Williams of the same name. x-posted to numb3rs100.
"Donny… come inside. It’s freezing out here," Alan said gently.
Don had been out for hours, staring into the koi pond, his breath puffing in front of him. The temperature had dropped hard and ice was starting to form on the edges of the pond. The koi looked confused.
It seemed like the best place to go after his mother’s funeral when he couldn’t stand the soft eyes and gentle sympathies any more. If it hadn’t been for the ice, he might not even have noticed the temperature change. His hands were cold, so were his feet, but that was nothing compared to how cold he felt inside.
"Don?" Alan repeated.
Slowly, Don stood and turned to his father, walking back toward the house. "We should bring the fish inside. Mom’ll be upset... we shouldn’t let them freeze."
Alan looked carefully at his son and nodded. "I’ll get the bucket."