New Numb3rs Fic
Title: Open Chapters
Pairing/Characters: Amita, Megan, Alania
Rating: K
Summary: Amita spends some time with Megan and Alania.
Word Count: 1032 (this was going to be a drabble, but they kept talking!!)
Spoilers: Nope
Notes/Warnings: This is a longer fic that is part of my Wormhole Series. This takes place immediately after Past Presents (http://philleegirl.livejournal.com/17512.html) and is immediately followed by Mistletoe Greetings and Closed Chapters.
Disclaimer: Apparently, my letter got lost on its way to the North Pole. Santa didn’t leave me the rights to Numb3rs under my Christmas Tree. It still belongs to C. Heuton and N. Fallici et al.
Amita wrapped her hands around the warm cider that Megan handed her and smiled as Megan curled up with her daughter in the corner of the couch.
“Hope cider is okay,” Megan nodded at the cup. “Daddy’s gotten into a very festive mood lately and all we’ve got is cider.”
Amita laughed, “It’s fine, Megan. Although, hearing Larry called Daddy is a little odd.”
“Why,” Alania asked looking at the woman sitting in the big chair.
“Cause, Dr. Ramanujan knew Daddy before Daddy was Daddy.”
Alania blinked up at her mother, “Mama, you sownd wike Dadda.”
Megan laughed and kissed her daughter’s forehead, “I just mean that like Grandpa, Uncle Charlie and Uncle Don, Dr. Ramanujan calls Daddy ‘Larry.’”
“K,” Alania turned back to their guest. “Dr. Ram…Ramunnmanan… Dr. Ram…”
Amita smiled at the scrunched up look on the little girl’s face, “You can call me Amita, Alania. I think it would be a little easier.”
“Tanks. Ameeta know Gandpa and Unca Char and Unca Donnie?”
“Ah… Well, I know Uncle Charlie and Uncle Don, but I’m not sure I know Grandpa,” Amita looked at Megan for clarification.
“That’s Alan. My father isn’t a part of our lives, so we sort of adopted Alan as Grandpa,” Megan explained as Alania nodded enthusiastically.
Amita laughed and sipped her cider, “Alan must love that. He finally gets to be a grandfather. Yes, sweetie, I know Grandpa, too.”
“Why no see before?”
Megan groaned slightly at her daughter’s honest, yet embarrassing question.
However, Amita merely smiled and waved an dismissive, understanding hand at Megan, “Well, you see, sweetie, when your mommy and daddy got married, I… Well, I guess you could say I felt think I wasn’t part of the group anymore. I was friends with your mommy and daddy and I was very good friends with your Uncle Charlie, but all that was changing. I honestly blamed them for those changes, when really it was me who was changing. So, just a little while before Mommy and Daddy got married, I went all the way to the other side of the country to teach at a school called Princeton.”
“Dadda teecheded Unca Char dere. They made fwiends dere,” Alania excitedly informed Amita, who was well aware of these facts.
“I know.” Amita looked at Megan, “I think that is way I excepted Princeton’s offer. I thought somehow I’d find Larry and Charlie there, but instead I found that there is only one Larry Flienhardt and only one Charles Eppes.”
Megan smiled somewhat sadly at her friend, “I could have told you that without you having to go across country. Amita, it’s been four years, you’re not the only who has changed. I don’t think coming back will let you just pick up again. Larry’s different now. Charlie’s different now. You’re different now.”
“Oh, I know, Megan. I’m not here to go back. I’m here to start over. I’m here to find my balance, so that I can go back to Princeton. So that I can go back to my fiancé,” Amita shook her head and pursed her lips, hoping Megan would understand.
“Fiancé?”
Amita’s grin split her face, “Yes, I’m getting married. To a cop of all things! I love him dearly, but I just… I needed to close a couple of open chapters in my life.”
Megan’s sigh was mixture of happiness, understanding and relief, “I get it. Sometimes we just need to put a finish to something so we don’t wonder about the ending.”
“Exactly.”
Alania, who had grown terribly tired of this grown up talk, slipped off her mother’s lap and headed towards the present that Amita had tried to drop off covertly earlier. Little hands smoothed the big bow, “Ameeta, is this a Hannnucha giwt or a Kismas giwt?”
“Um… Well, I thought it was a Christmas gift.” Amita looked at Megan, “I didn’t know Larry was Jewish.”
Megan shook her head, “He’s not. Alan’s been teaching her about Hanukkah and he and Don are giving her Hanukkah presents each night, which she is allowed to open. Her Christmas presents can’t be opened until Christmas Day.” Megan addressed the last part to her daughter with a “look.”
Snickering, Amita got down next to Alania, “Tell you what, you can pick whether it is a Hanukkah gift or a Christmas gift. Okay?”
Alania thought for a moment and then looked at her mother, “Can it be a Hannnucha giwt, Mama?”
“Well,” Megan also joined Alania by the coffee table, “if it is a Hanukkah gift, then right after you open it you have to get to bed.”
“If Kismas giwt?”
“Then you go straight to bed, Little Miss Piglet,” Megan tickled Alania right on the Piglet on her tummy. “Daddy’s going to have a fit you’re still up when he gets back from his meeting.”
“Hannucha giwt,” Alania announced as she ripped into the paper.
Megan shook her head, watching as her daughter destroyed the bow and paper around the gift, “She’s going to be a bear in the morning. Good thing she’s going to Alan’s and not daycare tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry, Megan. I didn’t think about her needing to get to bed. It’s a little hard wrapping my head around the idea that she’s real. Not just an attachment on an email, you know,” Amita frowned apologetically.
“Hey, you were just going to drop a present and run. I’m the one that invited you in.”
Whatever Amita was going to say was interrupted by Alania questioning voice, “What it?”
Amita smiled and pulled the object from the box. It was a large and fairly heavy looking star with a long sweeping tail made from brass and steel. Holding it so Alania could see it, Amita explained, “It’s called a Presipio Star, cause every Nativity scene in Italy, which are called Presipios, has a star just like this over it. And, when I saw it, I thought of your Mommy and Daddy.”
“Oh,” Alania reached out touched it, “it pwetty.”
“Yes, it is,” Megan took the star from Amita. “It matches our pillars perfectly. How did you know?”
“Larry likes sending pictures in his emails,” Amita winked at the other woman.
Pairing/Characters: Amita, Megan, Alania
Rating: K
Summary: Amita spends some time with Megan and Alania.
Word Count: 1032 (this was going to be a drabble, but they kept talking!!)
Spoilers: Nope
Notes/Warnings: This is a longer fic that is part of my Wormhole Series. This takes place immediately after Past Presents (http://philleegirl.livejournal.com/17512.html) and is immediately followed by Mistletoe Greetings and Closed Chapters.
Disclaimer: Apparently, my letter got lost on its way to the North Pole. Santa didn’t leave me the rights to Numb3rs under my Christmas Tree. It still belongs to C. Heuton and N. Fallici et al.
Amita wrapped her hands around the warm cider that Megan handed her and smiled as Megan curled up with her daughter in the corner of the couch.
“Hope cider is okay,” Megan nodded at the cup. “Daddy’s gotten into a very festive mood lately and all we’ve got is cider.”
Amita laughed, “It’s fine, Megan. Although, hearing Larry called Daddy is a little odd.”
“Why,” Alania asked looking at the woman sitting in the big chair.
“Cause, Dr. Ramanujan knew Daddy before Daddy was Daddy.”
Alania blinked up at her mother, “Mama, you sownd wike Dadda.”
Megan laughed and kissed her daughter’s forehead, “I just mean that like Grandpa, Uncle Charlie and Uncle Don, Dr. Ramanujan calls Daddy ‘Larry.’”
“K,” Alania turned back to their guest. “Dr. Ram…Ramunnmanan… Dr. Ram…”
Amita smiled at the scrunched up look on the little girl’s face, “You can call me Amita, Alania. I think it would be a little easier.”
“Tanks. Ameeta know Gandpa and Unca Char and Unca Donnie?”
“Ah… Well, I know Uncle Charlie and Uncle Don, but I’m not sure I know Grandpa,” Amita looked at Megan for clarification.
“That’s Alan. My father isn’t a part of our lives, so we sort of adopted Alan as Grandpa,” Megan explained as Alania nodded enthusiastically.
Amita laughed and sipped her cider, “Alan must love that. He finally gets to be a grandfather. Yes, sweetie, I know Grandpa, too.”
“Why no see before?”
Megan groaned slightly at her daughter’s honest, yet embarrassing question.
However, Amita merely smiled and waved an dismissive, understanding hand at Megan, “Well, you see, sweetie, when your mommy and daddy got married, I… Well, I guess you could say I felt think I wasn’t part of the group anymore. I was friends with your mommy and daddy and I was very good friends with your Uncle Charlie, but all that was changing. I honestly blamed them for those changes, when really it was me who was changing. So, just a little while before Mommy and Daddy got married, I went all the way to the other side of the country to teach at a school called Princeton.”
“Dadda teecheded Unca Char dere. They made fwiends dere,” Alania excitedly informed Amita, who was well aware of these facts.
“I know.” Amita looked at Megan, “I think that is way I excepted Princeton’s offer. I thought somehow I’d find Larry and Charlie there, but instead I found that there is only one Larry Flienhardt and only one Charles Eppes.”
Megan smiled somewhat sadly at her friend, “I could have told you that without you having to go across country. Amita, it’s been four years, you’re not the only who has changed. I don’t think coming back will let you just pick up again. Larry’s different now. Charlie’s different now. You’re different now.”
“Oh, I know, Megan. I’m not here to go back. I’m here to start over. I’m here to find my balance, so that I can go back to Princeton. So that I can go back to my fiancé,” Amita shook her head and pursed her lips, hoping Megan would understand.
“Fiancé?”
Amita’s grin split her face, “Yes, I’m getting married. To a cop of all things! I love him dearly, but I just… I needed to close a couple of open chapters in my life.”
Megan’s sigh was mixture of happiness, understanding and relief, “I get it. Sometimes we just need to put a finish to something so we don’t wonder about the ending.”
“Exactly.”
Alania, who had grown terribly tired of this grown up talk, slipped off her mother’s lap and headed towards the present that Amita had tried to drop off covertly earlier. Little hands smoothed the big bow, “Ameeta, is this a Hannnucha giwt or a Kismas giwt?”
“Um… Well, I thought it was a Christmas gift.” Amita looked at Megan, “I didn’t know Larry was Jewish.”
Megan shook her head, “He’s not. Alan’s been teaching her about Hanukkah and he and Don are giving her Hanukkah presents each night, which she is allowed to open. Her Christmas presents can’t be opened until Christmas Day.” Megan addressed the last part to her daughter with a “look.”
Snickering, Amita got down next to Alania, “Tell you what, you can pick whether it is a Hanukkah gift or a Christmas gift. Okay?”
Alania thought for a moment and then looked at her mother, “Can it be a Hannnucha giwt, Mama?”
“Well,” Megan also joined Alania by the coffee table, “if it is a Hanukkah gift, then right after you open it you have to get to bed.”
“If Kismas giwt?”
“Then you go straight to bed, Little Miss Piglet,” Megan tickled Alania right on the Piglet on her tummy. “Daddy’s going to have a fit you’re still up when he gets back from his meeting.”
“Hannucha giwt,” Alania announced as she ripped into the paper.
Megan shook her head, watching as her daughter destroyed the bow and paper around the gift, “She’s going to be a bear in the morning. Good thing she’s going to Alan’s and not daycare tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry, Megan. I didn’t think about her needing to get to bed. It’s a little hard wrapping my head around the idea that she’s real. Not just an attachment on an email, you know,” Amita frowned apologetically.
“Hey, you were just going to drop a present and run. I’m the one that invited you in.”
Whatever Amita was going to say was interrupted by Alania questioning voice, “What it?”
Amita smiled and pulled the object from the box. It was a large and fairly heavy looking star with a long sweeping tail made from brass and steel. Holding it so Alania could see it, Amita explained, “It’s called a Presipio Star, cause every Nativity scene in Italy, which are called Presipios, has a star just like this over it. And, when I saw it, I thought of your Mommy and Daddy.”
“Oh,” Alania reached out touched it, “it pwetty.”
“Yes, it is,” Megan took the star from Amita. “It matches our pillars perfectly. How did you know?”
“Larry likes sending pictures in his emails,” Amita winked at the other woman.