Boxing
Title: Boxing
Fandom: Numb3rs
Characters: Don Eppes, Charlie
Prompt: 006. Can't say I was never wrong, but some blame rests on you
Word Count: 168
Rating: K
Summary: How did it end up like this?
Author's Notes: Written a long time ago, but just now getting posted.
It started with a lunch box.
Not just any lunchbox. This was a 1982 blue plastic lunch box with the Bat Signal on it. It was Don's, and it was the first thing of his I wanted. I was five, and went to special classes six days a week. I would have to wake up early on Saturdays and drive out to UCLA with Mom while Don and Dad ate cereal in the living room and watched cartoons.
When Don was eleven and I was six, I told my mom I didn't want to go to school on Saturdays anymore. After three weeks of me refusing to speak to anyone at all on Saturday, I was finally allowed to stop going.
The first Saturday after my triumph, I bounded down the stairs and landed on the couch next to Don.
He loooked at me like I was an alien.
Two weeks later, he had gotten signed up for a baseball league that practiced on Saturdays, ten to two.
Fandom: Numb3rs
Characters: Don Eppes, Charlie
Prompt: 006. Can't say I was never wrong, but some blame rests on you
Word Count: 168
Rating: K
Summary: How did it end up like this?
Author's Notes: Written a long time ago, but just now getting posted.
It started with a lunch box.
Not just any lunchbox. This was a 1982 blue plastic lunch box with the Bat Signal on it. It was Don's, and it was the first thing of his I wanted. I was five, and went to special classes six days a week. I would have to wake up early on Saturdays and drive out to UCLA with Mom while Don and Dad ate cereal in the living room and watched cartoons.
When Don was eleven and I was six, I told my mom I didn't want to go to school on Saturdays anymore. After three weeks of me refusing to speak to anyone at all on Saturday, I was finally allowed to stop going.
The first Saturday after my triumph, I bounded down the stairs and landed on the couch next to Don.
He loooked at me like I was an alien.
Two weeks later, he had gotten signed up for a baseball league that practiced on Saturdays, ten to two.