New Numb3rs fic for times_for_three
Title: Wedding Video
Fandom: Numb3rs
Characters: Don Eppes/Billy Cooper/Melinda Reeves (OFC)
Prompt: #27 Movie Night
Word Count: 641
Rating: FRT
Summary: Don’t tell me these are all home movies.
Disclaimer: The closest thing I own to Numb3rs is a calculator. CH and NF own the boys. I do own Melinda.
Author's Notes: See Assertion
“What you do? Rob a video store and just take the tapes,” Coop asked as he sat on the floor next to Don and randomly grabbed one of the hundred of videos spilling off the coffee table.
Don rolled his eyes, “When exactly where you in a video store last? They are all DVD’s now.”
“Hey, we got NetFlix and Pay-Per-View. Why would I need to go to a video store?” Coop looked at the video he had picked up, “’Donnie’s eighteenth birthday.’ Don’t tell me these are all home movies.”
Don leaned back against the couch and let his head drop to the cushion, “Yup. Charlie wants to get the best of these converted onto DVD’s and .mp4’s or .avi’s or whatevers for Pop’s birthday.”
“Isn’t your dad’s birthday month’s from now?”
“Yup, about nine, but Charlie’s doing this himself, so it’s going to take awhile to do.”
“Gotcha,” Coop picked up another video. “’Alan and Margaret’s Wedding.’ Oh, come on, they didn’t have videos when your folks got married.”
Don laughed, “Of course not, but Pop had all the eight millimeters converted to video back in the ‘90’s. Now, Chuck’s converting it to the current format and sometime in the future our kid will convert it to a new format. That’s the problem with technology, it’s always changing.”
“Or, some people, like your brother, might say that is the great thing about it.”
“Whatever,” again Don rolled his eyes.
Shaking his head, Coop crawled towards the combination DVD/VCR and slipped the video into the slot.
“What are you doing,” Don asked.
Moving back against the couch, Coop smiled, “We’re watching your parent’s wedding.”
“Why?”
“Cause, I feel like it. I want to see your dad and mom young.”
Don laughed, “A hell of a lot younger than us, actually.”
“Hey, some of us take a little more time to find the right people,” Coop defended, as he squeezed Don’s knee. “But it is worth it.”
“Yeah,” Don smiled as an image of his mother filled the screen.
In silence they watched as Don’s grandfather recorded the most important day of her life on jumpy black and white film. Don had never seen this particular video and found himself tearing up slightly as like in a 1920’s silent film, his mother and father were united in marriage. By the time the video had run out, Don’s head was on Coop’s shoulder.
Coop paused the tape on an image of Don’s parents kissing at the reception, “It must have been a nice day. Your mom looked beautiful.”
“She was beautiful,” was all Don said.
“Melinda would make a beautiful bride,” Coop twirled the remote in his hand.
Don furrowed his brow as he looked at Coop, “Yeah, she would, but I didn’t think we were willing to give her up.”
“We wouldn’t be, if you and she got hitched. In fact, we’d be holding onto her all legal like.”
“You want me to marry Melinda?”
“Well,” he turned to face him, “she’s having my baby, she should marry you, so that we’ll be completely connected. And, we all know I’m not the marrying type. Oh, and there is the whole thing about her and your dating. I think people will expect it now that she’s pregnant.”
“Do you think she’d marry me?”
Coop pulled a box from his jeans, “I hope so. I spent a ton on this.”
Don opened the box and found a brilliant diamond solitaire flanked by two kaleidoscope topazes blinking up at him. He smiled, “Well, she’ll like the ring at least.”
“She’ll like more than the ring,” Coop patted Don’s knee. “We just need to wait until the right moment and not drop the idea on her at 4 AM.”
Don gave him a little shove, “Hey, she moved in with us, that’s all that mattered!”
Fandom: Numb3rs
Characters: Don Eppes/Billy Cooper/Melinda Reeves (OFC)
Prompt: #27 Movie Night
Word Count: 641
Rating: FRT
Summary: Don’t tell me these are all home movies.
Disclaimer: The closest thing I own to Numb3rs is a calculator. CH and NF own the boys. I do own Melinda.
Author's Notes: See Assertion
“What you do? Rob a video store and just take the tapes,” Coop asked as he sat on the floor next to Don and randomly grabbed one of the hundred of videos spilling off the coffee table.
Don rolled his eyes, “When exactly where you in a video store last? They are all DVD’s now.”
“Hey, we got NetFlix and Pay-Per-View. Why would I need to go to a video store?” Coop looked at the video he had picked up, “’Donnie’s eighteenth birthday.’ Don’t tell me these are all home movies.”
Don leaned back against the couch and let his head drop to the cushion, “Yup. Charlie wants to get the best of these converted onto DVD’s and .mp4’s or .avi’s or whatevers for Pop’s birthday.”
“Isn’t your dad’s birthday month’s from now?”
“Yup, about nine, but Charlie’s doing this himself, so it’s going to take awhile to do.”
“Gotcha,” Coop picked up another video. “’Alan and Margaret’s Wedding.’ Oh, come on, they didn’t have videos when your folks got married.”
Don laughed, “Of course not, but Pop had all the eight millimeters converted to video back in the ‘90’s. Now, Chuck’s converting it to the current format and sometime in the future our kid will convert it to a new format. That’s the problem with technology, it’s always changing.”
“Or, some people, like your brother, might say that is the great thing about it.”
“Whatever,” again Don rolled his eyes.
Shaking his head, Coop crawled towards the combination DVD/VCR and slipped the video into the slot.
“What are you doing,” Don asked.
Moving back against the couch, Coop smiled, “We’re watching your parent’s wedding.”
“Why?”
“Cause, I feel like it. I want to see your dad and mom young.”
Don laughed, “A hell of a lot younger than us, actually.”
“Hey, some of us take a little more time to find the right people,” Coop defended, as he squeezed Don’s knee. “But it is worth it.”
“Yeah,” Don smiled as an image of his mother filled the screen.
In silence they watched as Don’s grandfather recorded the most important day of her life on jumpy black and white film. Don had never seen this particular video and found himself tearing up slightly as like in a 1920’s silent film, his mother and father were united in marriage. By the time the video had run out, Don’s head was on Coop’s shoulder.
Coop paused the tape on an image of Don’s parents kissing at the reception, “It must have been a nice day. Your mom looked beautiful.”
“She was beautiful,” was all Don said.
“Melinda would make a beautiful bride,” Coop twirled the remote in his hand.
Don furrowed his brow as he looked at Coop, “Yeah, she would, but I didn’t think we were willing to give her up.”
“We wouldn’t be, if you and she got hitched. In fact, we’d be holding onto her all legal like.”
“You want me to marry Melinda?”
“Well,” he turned to face him, “she’s having my baby, she should marry you, so that we’ll be completely connected. And, we all know I’m not the marrying type. Oh, and there is the whole thing about her and your dating. I think people will expect it now that she’s pregnant.”
“Do you think she’d marry me?”
Coop pulled a box from his jeans, “I hope so. I spent a ton on this.”
Don opened the box and found a brilliant diamond solitaire flanked by two kaleidoscope topazes blinking up at him. He smiled, “Well, she’ll like the ring at least.”
“She’ll like more than the ring,” Coop patted Don’s knee. “We just need to wait until the right moment and not drop the idea on her at 4 AM.”
Don gave him a little shove, “Hey, she moved in with us, that’s all that mattered!”