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06 February 2008 @ 03:16 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Air  
Written for numb3rs_newyear 2008
Crossposted to numb3rs_slash

Title: Air
Series/Universe: Air
Pairing/Characters: Ian/Colby
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Judgment Call, The Mole, Janus List, Trust Metric, Sniper Zero
Summary: A simple canvas turns dangerous for Colby and Ian
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

Other comments are housed at numb3rs_newyear.

Suddenly there is no air.

For the first time in his life, his body fails him. It falls to the ground of its own accord, his strength leaving him as swiftly as the lifeblood leaves his body.

Fire blooms in his chest and he tries to gasp, draw a breath.

He can't.

He sputters and tastes blood in his mouth.

His blood.

So this is dying.


"Which one is this?"

Colby looked down in despair as the dirt road ruined the shine on his best dress shoes. He was going to have to take his suit pants to the dry cleaners and his jacket too, thanks to all the pickup trucks kicking up clouds of dust on the narrow dirt roads.

"Dyer Farm."

Ian had on cowboy boots that looked made for mud and dirt and trudging through farms in the middle of nowhere.

He was the senior agent. He got to wear jeans while out canvassing.

Then again, it's not as if anyone would ever try to tell Ian what to wear.

"Place looks deserted."

Two sets of trained agent eyes scanned the empty corrals, filled with tumbleweeds not horses. The rickety screen door blew open and banged shut with each gust of wind.

"Except for the truck."

A dark blue late model Ford peeked out from behind the barn, the thick layer of dust on every surface around them absent from its shiny hood.

As they approached they could see a man with his back to them load a bale of hay into the bed of the truck.

Colby pulled out his badge on autopilot, flipping it open and holding it up for the man to see.

"Excuse me sir, FBI. We'd like to ask you a few questions."


I should be scared.

The cloudless sky is a peaceful blue and the tree branches overhead sway in the gentle breeze.

It's kind of beautiful actually and distantly familiar.

He realizes that this is what the view from his father's grave is like - he spent enough time lying out there in the grass as a teenager.

He thinks it will be nice to have his grave there too.

There just won't be a son to come lay beside his headstone and tell him his troubles.


The man finished loading the bale of hay, acting as if he hadn't heard them.

Then Ian went for his gun beside him and Colby sensed something was off a split second after Ian did.

He couldn't go for his gun; his badge was in his right hand. So he dropped his badge and reached.

The man spun around, aimed a gun at him.

There were two pops - so close together they almost sounded like one.

His hand faltered. His gun dropped to the ground with a thud.

He looked down and saw a dark spot on his white dress shirt.

It got bigger.

It turned red.


This isn't the end he imagined.

Not that he ever envisioned dying in his sleep surrounded by grandchildren or anything. He figured he'd go out in a blaze of glory at least. Something to make his family proud.

It doesn't hurt really. He feels... Disconnected.

There's a ringing in his ears and he wishes it would go away; it's making it hard to think.

He figures he should pray, but has no idea what to say. Sorry? Thank you? Forgive me?

Ian's tense face appears above him and Colby wants to warn him, tell him to get down, take cover.

But Ian's the man. He doesn't need advice from a rookie like him. If Ian's acting like they're not under fire it must be over.

It's Ian. I trust him.


"Agent down! Gunshot wound to the chest! We need a medevac helicopter at Dyer Farm in Sylmar!" Ian leaned down over Colby. "Colby, listen to me. You need to stay awake. Now I'm going to apply pressure to your wound. It's going to hurt like hell. Don't pass out."

He put his hand over the rapidly expanding red stain on Colby's chest and pressed down.

"Oh, god!" Colby cried, recoiling in pain.

"Medevac's on its way. Just hang on."

"Guy... Had a gun..."

"I figured it out too late. I'm sorry." Ian seemed honestly penitent, sorrow sneaking through the scowl on his face.

"Is he..."

"I put a bullet in his forehead, Colby. I'm not wasting my time to go check to make sure he's dead. When I put a bullet in someone's head they don't ever get up again."

Colby laid back and studied Ian's face as he cursed silently, pressing harder.

"It's okay," Colby said slowly, each word enveloped in fog. "I know... I'm going to die."

"No you're not, damn it!" Ian spat out. "I outrank you and if I order you to fight, you'll fight! Understand me?"

"Not in the army anymore..."

"Doesn't let you off the hook," Ian argued. "Trust me, you don't want me pissed at you."

"What are you going to do? Shoot me?" Colby tried to laugh but just sputtered blood from his lips.

"Shit," Ian swore. "The bullet must have punctured your lung. I need to get you on your side so the blood doesn't flood your other lung."

Ian shifted positions to sit on the ground, dragging Colby's upper body into his lap and laying him on his injured side.

Almost immediately Colby could breathe a little easier.

"Thanks..." he muttered.

Ian kept pressure on the wound with one hand and wrapped the other around Colby, keeping him close.

"Medevac will be here any minute now. Stay with me..."


He's lying in Ian's arms and there's something comforting about that, once he gets past the idea that untouchable Ian Edgerton would allow anyone to get this close.

There's something in Ian's expression - a crack in the armor. The sniper god he worshiped in Afghanistan and admired up close working in the FBI... He looks different right now. Human.

He wants to reach up and touch the face above him, make sure it's real.

His hand shakes, but it makes it all the way up to brush his fingers against the hard line of Ian's jaw.

Ian doesn't shy away, doesn't look at him like he's a freak.

He almost seems to lean towards his hand.

I wonder what it would be like to kiss him.


His fingers sought out Ian's face, brushing against his cheek, the skin tawny and smooth beneath his fingers without a hint of stubble.

Ian turned his face into Colby's hand, subtly at first but then more encouragingly.

Colby wanted to see more of this human Ian, discover what was underneath the hard Kevlar shell, but he was too weak; his hand went limp and dropped to his chest.

His eyelids felt heavy so he closed them only to have them pop back open at Ian's bark.

"Open those eyes! That's an order, soldier!"

He tried to keep them open, but the pull was too strong - stronger than him, stronger than five generations of following orders.

Ian grabbed his face with one large hand and shook, slapping his cheek to rouse him.

The beat of rotors overhead and suddenly he was back in Afghanistan. It was Dwayne hovering over him, yelling at him. It wasn't cordite lingering in the air from a single shot, it was smoke from the Humvee fire.

Ian, Dwayne, Ian... Reality and memory flickered and he thought with a sick humor that if Dwayne saved his life and owned it, was it really his to hand over to Ian now that Dwayne was dead?

"Look at me! Look, Colby! Damn it! Look!"

He blinked, focusing, and Dwayne disappeared. Ian was right in front of him, piercing eyes demanding he fall in.

He'd never really looked Ian in the eye before, no one dared to, but he found there was a man inside the myth; the legend had a life.

Their eyes met and understanding passed between them. A bond was forged as Colby breathed in time with Ian, every inhalation a mission they accomplished together.

"I won't let you die," Ian murmured.

Dwayne was gone. If he had any life left at this moment, he'd gladly hand it over to Ian.

"I'm yours now," he mumbled, thinking that didn't come out exactly right, but Ian's hand cupped his face and he smiled at him so it had to be okay.

He understood as he automatically sought the warmth of Ian's palm. It was instinct. Like he'd gravitated to the autumn bonfires growing up as the flickering flames consumed the dry leaves in the crisp air, he was drawn to Ian's warmth.

Over two years.

He missed it.

So when he closed his eyes it was to peace and comfort.

No fear.


"Colby... Colby..."

A voice cut through the haze: deep, warm and commanding.

Colby's eyes fluttered open and Ian's blurred face slowly came into focus against a field of white.

White... A bed... Machines... Hospital.

"Not dead," Colby managed, his voice harsh from disuse.

He felt Ian's hand on his arm, gentle yet steady pressure. Reassuring... Solid.

"I told you I wasn't going to let you die."

Colby took a moment to wake fully - as much as the drugs in his IV would allow anyway.

"So you own me now," he mumbled. "You saved my life, now it's yours."

"Is that what you think?"

Colby blinked at him. "Dwayne saved my life. He said that meant he owned it."

"I'm not Dwayne." A beat passed before Ian spoke again. "Besides, if that were true I'd own so many lives by now I wouldn't know what to do with them. You don't owe me anything. Your life is your own." Ian glanced away for a second. "I just wanted to make sure you had one to live."

"Apparently I haven't used up all nine of my lives yet," Colby tried to joke.

The room fell into an awkward silence.

"Is that what you meant?" Ian asked quietly. "At the farm, before you lost consciousness... You said 'I'm yours now.'"

"Yeah, that's what I meant." Colby looked at him, confused. "Why, what did you think I meant?"

Ian purposefully avoided his eyes. "Wasn't sure," he said dismissively. "But you're okay now and that's what matters."

Ian started to step away, but Colby tugged at his sleeve.


Ian paused for the briefest of seconds then slipped away, only not to leave but to bring a chair over to sit beside his bed.

"What is it?"

"Talk to me," Colby asked plainly. "After all that happened... I barely know who you are."

Ian gave a little shrug. "You know the basics. Ex-Army. Third best sniper in the country..."

"Tell me something not in your dossier," Colby interrupted.

Ian let out a breath. "I have a son."

Colby's eyes widened. "You have a kid?"

Ian nodded. "He's almost three. I just got custody of him four months ago. His mother was killed in action in Iraq so he came to live with me."

"Oh man, I'm sorry," Colby said, honestly sympathetic. "My Dad died when I was a teenager. Some casualties of war are more real than others." After a pause, Colby continued. "So you were married?"

Ian shook his head. "She was a friend. Fellow army with a partner she couldn't acknowledge." Colby nodded in understanding. "They wanted a baby and since we had a kinship of sorts she asked me to be the donor. So Sean's mine biologically, but I didn't raise him."

"Why isn't his other mother raising him?"

"They split up during her pregnancy. Alma was the only mother Sean knew. She hired my baby sister Delia to be his full time nanny so he had a stable caretaker while she was on missions. So my sister's still caring for Sean, only he's my responsibility now."

"Do you have a picture?"

Ian seemed surprised, but fished out his wallet anyway, pulling out a small well-creased photograph, which he handed to Colby.

The picture was of the toddler curled up asleep on Ian's chest. He had his father's black hair and long lashes that lay on his cheeks. Far paler than his suntanned parent, his skin still held a hint of the dusky olive tone in the hand that held him close.

Ian's face was partially out of frame, but there was a sense of calm about him, a man of action finally at rest.

"I never imagined you with a kid," Colby admitted, handing the picture back.

"Neither did I." Ian took a long look at the picture before he put it back in the wallet. "But I'm a father now and that means he's the most important thing." He put the wallet back in his pocket. "One of the reasons I came to L.A. was to interview for a position here. The head of SWAT is retiring and they offered me the job."

"Head of SWAT? Wow..." Colby said, suitably impressed.

"I can't be on the road anymore. Sean needs to know his last remaining parent will come home every night."

Colby nodded solemnly. "Poor kid. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose your mom that young."

"Well, he loves Delia, which helps. He's her blood nephew so she loves him too. I'm sure if anything did happen to me she'd raise him as her own, no question."

"Yeah, but if you get married..."

Ian gave Colby a look. "I think you know that's not going to happen."

"Oh." Colby paused for a moment. "I thought that me getting that vibe from you at the farm was just wishful thinking on my part."

Ian smiled at him, a wide relaxed grin that lit up his face. "What's so bad about wishful thinking? Some wishes do come true."

Colby sputtered in shock causing a flare of agony in his chest. He folded over automatically, curling in on himself against the pain.

Ian was out of his seat like a bolt, taking him by the shoulders and easing him back down to the pillows.

"Easy, easy... Shallow breaths... Shallow even breaths..." Colby let his eyes fall closed, concentrating on following Ian's instructions. He felt Ian push something into his hand. "Press that button. It's for pain meds." He pressed obediently and it wasn't long before the morphine dulled the shards of pain deep inside him.

He opened his eyes to find Ian's face hovering over him, brow furrowed in concern.

"I'm okay..." he muttered. "Forgot for a minute I got shot."

"Yeah, and I forgot not to get a man with a collapsed lung all excited."

As the drug started taking hold, Colby's eyes drooped despite him not wanting to fall back asleep.

"You sure you don't own me now?" Colby asked drowsily.

Ian brought his hand up to Colby's face and this time he turned into it easily, letting go of any need for pretense.

"Saving your life doesn't mean I own it," Ian murmured. "But since it's yours, you're free to give it away to anyone you want..."

The last thing Colby felt before the morphine took him away was the press of lips against his.

And then nothing.


"Okay, you've got the remote control, magazines, a box of comic books from David..."

Colby smirked at Megan. "You know they're not the good ones. He'd never let me touch those."

"I bet David doesn't even touch the good ones," she tossed back with a grin. "You've got plenty of water, your prescriptions, snacks, a phone..."

"Megan, I'm fine. I'm on bed rest, not immobilized. Seriously, they wouldn't have let me out of the hospital if I wasn't okay on my own."

Megan scoffed. "You so don't want to get me started on a rant about the state of health care in America."

"Point taken. I have my phone and I will call if I need anything."

"Promise?" she eyed him warily.

"If I need you, I will call. I promise." He accepted a warm hug from her. "Thanks for bringing me home," he murmured into her shoulder.

"Thanks for not dying." She stood back up, giving him an affectionate look. "Rest up. I'll be by tomorrow to check on you."

"You don't have to do that."

"Not up for negotiation!" she called out with a wave as she headed out his bedroom door. "See you tomorrow!"

He rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes, worn out from just the small amount of effort required to check out of the hospital and get settled at home. He pulled his hands away with a start at the sound of a floorboard creaking nearby.

Ian stood leaning against the doorway of his bedroom.

"Hello, stranger," Colby said, unable to keep a pleased smile off his face.

Ian returned his smile and headed towards the bed. "How are you holding up, soldier?"

"Got a few weeks before I can go back on active duty," Colby complained, moving the remote so Ian could sit on the edge of the bed beside him. "I may die of boredom before then. How about you? How's the family?"

"The move's coming along," Ian said, shrugging a little. "We got everything packed up back east and moved into temporary housing here. It took a while to find a house, but I finally made an offer on one in Westwood with a really good school nearby."

"Westwood? Pricey!" Colby marveled.

"Yeah, well once Alma's estate was liquidated..." Ian paused briefly. "And it's not like I've spent any of my money on creature comforts over the years. So getting a house in a safe area with good schools was important. That and Delia's applied to grad school at UCLA. She'll go part-time until Sean's in kindergarten, but she's fine with that."

"Sounds pretty settled."

"It might be weird at first," Ian admitted, "but there's something to be said for having people you care about part of your everyday life."

"I'll be honest, I never thought of you as the type who needed anyone."

"I don't." Ian slid a hand onto Colby's knee. "Which means when I want to spend time with someone it means something."

"Ian..." Colby said slowly. "I'm not out..."

Ian tensed a little, but sounded casual. "Nor am I."

"But," Colby continued. "I would go public. If there were a reason to, I mean."

Ian nodded.

"Sounds fair."

Colby let out a huff of amazement. "I can't believe I'm having this conversation. With you of all people."

"Me neither," Ian echoed. "Since that's not what I came over for." He slid a hand behind Colby's neck and moved in, pausing for a second, his mouth hovering over Colby's. "I think we got interrupted last time..."

Colby almost held his breath, but the idea of breathing Ian's air was intoxicating. He tilted his head slightly as he inhaled and that was all the invitation Ian needed.

Ian was all power, control and competence - taking control of the kiss from the first meeting of their lips. Colby simply surrendered to the strength of the one person he'd met he knew was stronger than he was, in every way.

With each thrust of his tongue, Ian claimed him, deep drugging kisses that Colby willingly drowned in.

Head spinning, he pulled away just slightly and Ian took the cue, ending the kiss reluctantly.

"Forgot for a minute I'm supposed to be recovering from being shot."

Ian let out an amused chuckle and ran his hand up a few inches from Colby's knee to his thigh.

"Yeah, and I forgot not to get a man on strict bed rest all excited."

"The bed's easy," Colby said ruefully. "It's the rest that's the tricky part."

"Trust me..." Ian leaned in close, letting his voice dip into a low rumble. "You're going to need to be at full strength for what I have in mind."

Suddenly there was no air.

And then Ian's mouth was on his again, kissing him, bringing him back to life.

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on February 6th, 2008 11:25 pm (UTC)
Confession Part 1
This fic was written for enigel for the 2008 Numb3rs New Year's Challenge at numb3rs_newyear. The request was for Colby/Ian or Colby/Don, aftermath of Janus List/Trust Metric, hurt/comfort and a hopeful end.

I liked the idea of Colby/Ian since in the past that would have been straight up fanboy worship, but now post-Janus List Colby's a big damn hero too, so he's more of a peer to Ian than a peon.

I imagined that in the past Ian didn't give Colby much thought, but once he heard about what happened he'd have had a new respect for Colby and that would increase his interest in Colby to the point where he'd notice him in *that* way.

I picture them being partnered up on this long drawn out case so they have time to get to know each other better. By the time they're canvassing small farms and rural properties for leads they're pretty comfortable around each other, attracted even. More friends than just anonymous fellow agents finally.

And then I have to go and shoot him. Hehehe

I ♥ my H/C. ;-)

I kind of went a bit experimental with this. The time shifts were a challenge to pull off. First, the Colby inner thoughts segments were way ahead of the real life ones and then the gap started closing until they were pretty much in line with real time. To me the fic was kind of in two parts - the first was the shooting, mixing actual with internal using the time slips, and then the second was afterwards, hospital and recovery, written as normal fic. Unusual, but I think it worked. Besides, who am I to argue with what the muse gives me. (My betas are laughing right now because I *did* argue and fuss over this format. LOL! The verb tense changes alone had me holding my head and moaning.)

There wasn't a ton of explicit Janus List/Trust Metric in this fic, but it was important as a precursor to Ian's revised perceptions of Colby. The big part was the Dwayne references, the flashbacks to the Humvee fire the most telling.

Dwayne put his friend through so much grief and Colby really did wish someone else had saved his life. Dwayne even saved it two times, despite the fact that the second time he was the reason it was in jeopardy to begin with. Him dying before Colby could gain any closure just made matters worse. Dwayne brainwashed him into thinking Colby owed him so I can see him figuring that Ian's going to see things the same way. Maybe it's part and parcel of the Army thing. All three were in and saving each other's lives has got to be a big part of combat.

I confess I have an inordinate liking for Ian calling Colby soldier. Hehehe

So Ian's human: he has a son and a baby sister, Delia. He's made out to be such a loner it's interesting that one ignores the fact that *some* family had to have spawned him. /grins/ It was hard to make him overtly gay though, so the allusions to his kinship with lesbian Alma had to do.

enigel stated in the 'don't want to see' section of the request that the fic should not be part of an on-going series. Well, it wasn't when I first *wrote* it, but now I'm liking it (and Ian with little Sean!) so much I might just have to pop back in and write more of this universe later. ;-)

Be sure to go read the Don/Billy Fugitive Recovery H/C fic that the fantabulous sororcula wrote for me in this challenge. It's called Let's Get It On and you know it was written for me because there's a *hospital* scene in it. (And you know it was written by Sor because there's a *baby* in it. Hehehe)

So, enigel I hope you like your fic! It was my first time on this challenge and it was nice to get such a great pairing to play with on my first go 'round!

Please read Confession Part 2 for more random comments on the fic.

Very special thanks to betas iolsai and melissima for their assistance with this fic.


Emma DeMarais
Cynthia: Ian Show Love by scots_rock1trackmind on February 7th, 2008 12:37 am (UTC)
Re: Confession Part 1
I really like this story. It's always nice to see Ian's humanity. And Colby's such a fanboy!
Re: Confession Part 1 - emmademarais on February 7th, 2008 02:56 am (UTC) (Expand)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on February 6th, 2008 11:30 pm (UTC)
Confession Part 2
Some random comments about the fic...

FWIW, I imagined Alma, when she found out she was carrying a boy, would have offered to name it after Ian. Ian would have declined, but creatively she named him Sean which is a variation of John and since Ian is another variation of John, it's all the same thing. /grins/

BTW I can *see* Sean curled up on Ian's chest. That photograph is adorable in my head. It so makes me want to write more of this series just to see big strong Ian cradle a toddler and care for him. /starts to see sororcula's babyfic appeal/

Sylmar's a real place, yes there are rural properties there with horses and all despite how close it is to LA. (I know some people who used to own one.) If it sounds familiar, google it with the word earthquake. ;-) Westwood's real too. It's where UCLA is and right by the Federal building on Wilshire where the *real* FBI is in LA. Reasonably tony area - not Beverly Hills or anything, but very pricey given how short the commute is to business centers and the beach.

I have no clue what maternity leave is like for the military, but if someone's as specialized in skills as Ian or Alma - I assume them both to be ace snipers - then when the government really needs you, you go. Having a two year old doesn't seem to be enough reason to turn down a critical mission. It's just unfortunate how things turned out, but that's the danger everyone in the military accepts when they sign on. You never know...

I wonder how many people guessed this fic was mine during the anonymous period. I knew who wrote mine and I admit to being pretty indiscreet with friends what pairing I was writing figuring as long as enigel didn't know I was good. I mean, bookends? Paragraphs that can't seem to make it past three sentences? Experimental format? Who else could it be out of only nine authors? I even had to replace my plus and equals signs with standard chapter markers to not give myself away completely. (And does anyone but me actually know there are different markers for each fandom I write and that most of them *mean* something? ROFL)
deejay/"alvafan": miracles stalkerdeejay on February 6th, 2008 11:48 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession Part 2
So sorry for the thread intrusion, but have you received either of the e-mails I've sent you regarding the Sweet Charity story you'll be writing for me?

(*barely contains squee of glee*)
Re: Confession Part 2 - emmademarais on February 6th, 2008 11:50 pm (UTC) (Expand)
autumnwriting: colbyautumnwriting on February 7th, 2008 03:11 am (UTC)
OHMYGOSH you shot Colby!!! Gah!!!!

But OHMYGOSH Ian/Colby love!!! Wee!!

So I suppose that makes up for it. =D I <3 this story to the max. Good job. ; )
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 7th, 2008 03:15 am (UTC)
OMG! I killed Kenny shot Colby! I'm a bastard! LOL

Yes, I made Colby all better (well, on the road to a full recovery) and gave him to Ian as a present for saving his life. :-)

Glad you enjoyed it.

I should shoot people more often... /grins/

Heatheraslin on February 7th, 2008 04:55 am (UTC)
I love Ian, and you write him so well. I hope that you continue it because Ian with a child = happiness.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 7th, 2008 06:22 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm pleased you liked this Ian. I took a chance on him, not sure if Softer!Ian would fly.

I have no fic in mind past this, but I can't seem to shake the image of Ian and Sean.

Hmm... Maybe jumping forward in time to when Colby's moved in and Delia's at UCLA? Sean comes home from kindergarten to greet his two dads and his auntie? Hehehe
andi: Colbyadmiralandrea on February 7th, 2008 06:06 am (UTC)
Oh, I so called this one! (Even if I didn't put a guess anywhere public). I just knew that you had to have written such an unusual pairing and it also resonated of your writing to me. :is smug:

Interesting story, nicely done.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 7th, 2008 06:24 am (UTC)
Yay! Thanks!

It pleases me to think someone could tell my writing. I labored for a while under the assumption I had no identifiable style, but now I actually think it's plausible to pick me out of a line up. ;-)

/hands you a chocolate cigar in congratulations/
(no subject) - admiralandrea on February 7th, 2008 06:26 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - emmademarais on February 7th, 2008 06:32 am (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on February 7th, 2008 01:22 pm (UTC)
So powerful... So moving... And yes, so yummy... If you write more I will read it!

Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 7th, 2008 08:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

I am sorely tempted...
rubynye on February 7th, 2008 03:49 pm (UTC)
Oh, this is a grand story. I like the experimental structure, I love the fleshed-out Ian, I adore your Colby. And I always love references to Dwayne and Colby because, oh my God, that relationship.

I liked the idea of Colby/Ian since in the past that would have been straight up fanboy worship, but now post-Janus List Colby's a big damn hero too, so he's more of a peer to Ian than a peon.

*nod* This isn't how I would have imagined Colby/Ian coming to be -- it's just better. :D
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 7th, 2008 09:07 pm (UTC)
Wow, what an awesome comment. /kicks LJ for never sending a notification of it/

Thank you for your kind words. (And chocolate! Hee!)

I've seen so little fleshed out Ian that was what tantalized me about this pairing - a chance to dive beneath the sniper persona to find the man inside. He *has* to have a life outside of work so it was very satisfying to come up with one for him that gave him some real depth.

Dwayne and Colby... Gah, the angst from the life saving alone would have been enough, but the spying too? Pauvre Colby, forced to betray the one man who saved his life. I can't even imagine the scars, especially since he died saving him a second time. Hello lifelong therapy.

I don't expect that many people imagined Colby/Ian at all and if they did it was pure fanboy adoration on Colby's part and pure sex on Ian's. I write enough porn. I wanted to do something special for this challenge and that meant focusing on the emotional connection rather than the physical one.

Besides, not really advisable to have sex when you're recovering from a GSW to the chest. ;-)

Thank you so much for reading and for your lovely comment. Always nice to see you over at my LJ.
ladygray99ladygray99 on February 7th, 2008 04:59 pm (UTC)
Any Chance for more Ian/Colby. maybe dirty Ian/Colby :-) Please!
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 7th, 2008 09:26 pm (UTC)
I'm tempted, I really am. Though I like the idea of domestic couple Ian/Colby more than the sex, but I can always do more than one fic.

So maybe...

Healed - Colby's all better and Ian and he finally get to *cough* consummate their burgeoning relationship


Domestic Duties - Future!Fic in which Colby's moved into the house, Delia's in grad school and Sean's in kindergarten

How does that sound?
(no subject) - ladygray99 on February 8th, 2008 04:45 am (UTC) (Expand)
fredbassettfredbassett on February 7th, 2008 05:01 pm (UTC)
Unusual pairing, but you made it works sooooooooo well!

I adore both Colby and Ian as characters so seeing them together like this was great. Liked the background story as well, filled it out nicely :)
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 8th, 2008 09:46 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I have a thing for unusual pairings, so much so I'm rather shocked I hadn't tried this one before.

They are great separately, but I find I'm really liking them as a unit so much more than just Colby alone. Ian - he always rocks. /grins/
Karen: numb3rs colbybyrons_brain on February 7th, 2008 07:06 pm (UTC)
::jaw drops::

This is amazing....
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 8th, 2008 09:50 pm (UTC)
Thank you, my dear.

/puts out plate of petits fours/
DarkEly: Heart Handselysium1996 on February 7th, 2008 08:37 pm (UTC)
I am slowly getting caught up on all the NY N3 fic...

this was really great, a side of Ian we don't see but wonder...
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 8th, 2008 10:00 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I was seriously worried no one was reading the N3NY fic, there were so few comments before the reveal! /whew/

I'd love to read more sides of Ian from other authors, but he's just not written enough for my liking.
irena_adler: Colbyirena_adler on February 8th, 2008 05:30 am (UTC)
Loved this the first time, even more the second! Wonderful pairing, as well as well-written and dramatic/sweet.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 8th, 2008 10:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you for this kind compliment. I really appreciate it.
Ko-chan: Big Damn slightly gay Heroesmaster_kogane on February 18th, 2008 03:02 pm (UTC)
Wow, I really liked this! Very nice characterization.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 18th, 2008 06:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Always nice to see Fred"s Primeval crew reading Numb3rs.

Re: your icon
Did you see I have a recent fic called Big Damn Hero?
(no subject) - master_kogane on February 19th, 2008 03:40 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Jena Bartley: numb3rs - colby runningjenab on February 25th, 2008 12:40 am (UTC)
I've read this several times and enjoyed it every time. I love how I sink into the story and your writing.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 25th, 2008 03:12 am (UTC)
What a nice comment! Thank you, Jena!

I came back to respond to your comment and ended up rereading the second half of this so clearly I get sucked in to the story too!

I am looking forward to writing more in this universe: Sean in kindergarten coming home to his two daddies... /smiles/
Icarus Iso: Edgertonicarus_iso on July 24th, 2008 12:36 pm (UTC)
*Is in awe*

Wow, I really do hope to see more of this pairing, you make it work so well.

*Adds to memories*