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15 December 2008 @ 08:06 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Turnabout  
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Title: Turnabout (Sequel to Everything)
Series/Universe: Last Call
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie, Megan, Colby
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Judgment Call
Summary: Don and Charlie's new relationship is tested by the reality of life
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


"Charlie? Charlie?"

Megan laid a hand on Charlie's shoulder as he sat hunched over his notebooks in the conference room, writing intently. He jumped, startled, and she gave him an apologetic look.

"Megan! Is Don okay? Is everyone else okay? Did you get them?"

Megan's face fell a little. "Don's fine, we're all fine." She let out a long sigh and plopped down in the chair next to Charlie's. "It didn't go well."

"No one was there? That site rated highly..." Charlie began, flustered.

"Someone was there," Megan interrupted, calming Charlie with a hand on his forearm. "But the guy chose to commit suicide by cop rather than surrender."

"So no questioning him to find out more about the child pornography ring's leadership," Charlie said, nodding in understanding.

Megan's face screwed up in confusion. "Charlie, is your hand shaking?"

Charlie glanced at his hand then shook it purposefully, annoyed, also shaking off Megan's hand as well.

"Blood sugar," he said, shrugging. "Guess I haven't eaten for a while."

"You should eat!" Megan admonished. "Go home. There's no more we can do for now until another lead comes along. Forensics is going through the guy's house now looking at everything and unless they come up with something miraculous we have to start over when we come back to work on Monday."

Charlie scrubbed his face with his hands. "Maybe if I went back to network theory and reworked..."

"Charlie," Megan said gently. "Go home. You're no use to anyone if you make yourself sick with overwork." She rose and beckoned to him. "Come on, I'm relieving you of duty, Dr. Eppes."

Charlie let out a tired chuckle. "Can't argue with a woman who knows Krav Maga."

"You got that right." Megan helped him gather up his notebooks since Charlie was moving slowly. She patiently held them out as he packed them in his bag. "We'll take a look at the case again on Monday. There may be new data then so rest up for now."

Charlie slung his bag over his shoulder and gave Megan a smile of gratitude. "Thanks."

"Thank you," she countered. "Now git!"

Laughing, Charlie let Megan all but shove him playfully out of the conference room. Once they were outside the door the sound of Don's raised voice nearby stole the humor from both of their faces.

Don appeared to be chewing out two junior agents whose heads were hung down almost as if they were expecting a beating.

"What's going on?" Charlie asked Colby who was sitting at his desk.

"Don got a call about a case we solved a while back and now he's majorly pissed. Ends up the prosecutor's office blew it and if they can't fix their screw up, they're going to have to accept a plea at a lower charge. He's been biting everyone's head off since he heard the news."

"Which case?" Megan asked.

"Norwich," Colby responded, his expression grim.

"That's terrible," Charlie said in commiseration. "But it's not Don's fault or the team's right? Why is he taking it so hard?"

"Don never mentioned the Norwich case to you?" Megan asked. "That was the guy who ran an unlicensed day care in his home until one of the kids went missing and was found later murdered behind a secret wall in his basement."

"Yeah, would you want to see him out in six months instead of twenty years?" Colby continued for her.

"That is bad," Charlie said, grimacing. "I never understood how you guys could deal with the horrors you see every day on this job."

"Personally I'm going to my gym tonight for a major kick boxing session to get it out of my system. Don…" Megan looked over at him and shook her head. "He just needs to get out of here."

"Yeah," Colby added. "Before he does something he'll regret later."

Charlie looked over at Don, both sadness and determination clear on his face. "Let me see what I can do."

+

As Charlie approached, he saw the junior agents slink away chastened, looking a little fearful.

"Don..."

"Hey, Charlie." Don was tense, distracted by the papers in his hands, and barely acknowledged Charlie's presence. "Megan fill you in?"

"Yes and she's sending me home. She said there's nothing more I can do for now."

"Okay." Don strode off in the direction of the mailroom with Charlie in tow.

"Listen..." Charlie struggled to keep up with his brother's longer faster strides. "It's Friday, it's getting late, you've worked hard all week... Why don't we both take off?"

"Because the work's not done," Don tossed out without skipping a beat.

"The work is never done," Charlie countered.

"Exactly." Don grabbed the mail from his slot and sorted through it as Charlie stood staring at him.

"I haven't seen you all week outside of work," Charlie said softly, moving closer so he could be sure only Don heard him. "We got pulled away Sunday to work on this case, surely you can leave now? Make up for a little of the weekend you missed out on?" He glanced around cautiously then slid a hand behind Don's low back - an intimate touch that could pass for mere brotherly concern. "That we missed out on?" he whispered.

"Charlie..." Don sighed, leaning back slightly into Charlie's touch.

"I'll go tell Megan you're going home too," Charlie interrupted, cutting off any argument. "Finish up whatever you need to, then we're leaving."

Don checked his watch. "Fine," he grumbled. "Ten minutes."

"Thank you." Charlie let his arm slip around Don's waist for just a second before he left the mailroom. "I'll meet you at the car."

+

They drove in silence most of the way home, Charlie's hand lightly resting on Don's thigh, meant more to soothe than to arouse.

They almost managed to make it to the apartment when Don's cell phone rang.

"Eppes."

Charlie watched, concerned, as Don's face darkened.

"Fuck," he swore. "Did you tell him?"

Charlie moved his hand to Don's arm to try to get his attention, but Don didn't respond.

"Fine. Tell him he can call me if he wants."

Don shut the phone with a vicious snap, scowling.

"What is it?" Charlie asked cautiously.

"Ballistics came back on the shooting - that suicide by cop today. Ends up it was David's gun that fired the fatal shot. He's officially on administrative leave until they investigate and clear it as a good shoot." Don stared out the windshield, accelerating as he began to drive more aggressively. "Shit, there was nothing good about that case except for that shoot! Now not only are we back at square one, I've lost an agent over it!"

"Only temporarily right?" Charlie asked.

"Sure, but David's not going to take this well and I'm already low on resources. Take David away and we're pretty much fucked."

"I'm sorry," Charlie offered. "If you want I can look over the data again. If there's any other way I can help?"

"Can you fire a gun?" Don asked, his tone bitter.

"I guess I can't make up for you losing an agent," Charlie said. "But I do care and I do want to help," he added kindly.

He pulled his hand back and watched as Don drove in silence, hands gripping the wheel as his anger took root and grew, festering, inside him.

+

David called as they pulled into the parking lot so Charlie excused himself, getting out of the car and waiting outside so Don could speak to him privately. He pulled a book out of his bag and tried to read as he leaned against the building, but his eyes kept returning to Don.

Despite being normally fairly clueless with people, he'd always been good at reading his brother. He could tell that despite how strong he was likely being for David on the phone, this was tearing Don up inside.

He watched his brother hang up the phone, pause for a few seconds, then pound the steering wheel with both fists, making Charlie jump.

Don got out of the car and strode towards the stairs.

"Is David okay?" Charlie asked, trying to keep up.

"He's a good agent. He didn't deserve this," Don grumbled, ignoring the question. "I was worried about him after he got shot so I sent him to the Bureau shrink. He was seriously thinking about leaving the Bureau after that so now? There's an even better chance of him quitting."

"I'm sorry," Charlie said, reaching for Don's arm as he fell behind only to come up empty when Don sped up. "Let me help."

"Nothing you can do," Don tossed off dismissively. "It's just the fucking bureaucracy now. Have to go through the process." He spat out the last word, emphasizing it with a biting disdain in his voice.

"I see..."

Don unlocked the apartment door and walked in, leaving it open for Charlie who came in and locked it behind him as Don headed for the bedroom. He emerged a brief moment later without his gun, handcuffs and jacket to find Charlie hovering nervously near the entry.

"What?"

"I don't know what to do," Charlie answered honestly. "As your brother I want to let you rant about work, but as your lover..." he softened his tone on that word, "I want to hold you and kiss you and make it all go away, even if it's only for a while."

Charlie saw something flicker across Don's face before it was replaced with the resentment and rage that had been steadily consuming him. "Maybe you should just go home. I'm not exactly good company right now," he said, sullen but still a little apologetic.

"I said I wanted to be what you need." Charlie's voice was quiet but firm, as he put his bag and jacket aside. "I'm not leaving just because you're having a bad day. You need me. I just need to know what I can do to make things better for you."

"Nothing. There's nothing." Don started to pace the living room, trying to find an outlet for the pent up energy inside of him. "That's what's so damn frustrating. There's nothing anyone can do. No one can make the review process go any faster, no one can take David off administrative leave, no one can spare another agent for me while he's on leave, no one," he ground out between gritted teeth, "can take away the fact that David killed a man. He's got to deal with it and I don't know how he's going to manage."

"He'll be okay. David's strong, just like you."

"Yeah, well I didn't handle my first kill that well, so don't be using me as a role model," Don scoffed, still pacing vigorously.

Charlie let out a long exhausted breath, letting his shoulders sag.

"Can't we just sit down, have some dinner and try to leave the work at work for a while?" he pleaded.

"I'm not hungry," Don tossed back, not even looking at Charlie. "Just go spend the evening with Dad. I need to be free in case David calls back."

"I don't want to be with Dad. I see Dad all the time. I want to be with you. I want to be what you need, but right now I don't know what that is."

"Right now I just need..." Don threw up his hands. "I don't know what I need! Maybe I need to be alone! Maybe I need to rant until it's out of my system! It doesn't matter. You shouldn't have to put up with this."

"I'm not leaving," Charlie said stubbornly. "You wouldn't desert me if I was in a bad place so I'm..." Charlie's voice trailed off as he wavered, putting out a hand blindly as dizziness overwhelmed him and his vision grayed out.

"I've got you..." Don's arms were suddenly around him. "I've got you..." Don's voice was soft and worried in his ear and it seemed far away over the rush of white noise that had swelled up along with his near faint.

His legs were wobbly, but Don managed to help him to the couch and get him sitting down.

"I'm fine," he mumbled on autopilot.

"No, you're not," Don scolded. "When was the last time you ate something?"

"Megan shared a bagel with me this morning." Charlie tried to remember. "Or was that yesterday?"

"Charlie!" Don admonished. "You can't keep doing this! You need to take breaks for food, you know that."

"I meant to," Charlie muttered, letting his head fall on Don's shoulder as Don kept him propped up with his arm around him. "I just get engrossed in my work..."

"You scared me," Don said quietly, pressing a kiss into Charlie's curls. "One second I'm raving like a lunatic and the next I see you collapsing."

"Sorry," Charlie said, honestly contrite.

"Let me find you something to eat." Don made to rise, but Charlie tugged him back down.

"Not just yet. Can we at least spend a minute together first?"

"Sure, buddy." Don enfolded him back into his arms and Charlie relaxed into them completely. "Just rest..."

+

"Charlie... Charlie..."

Charlie woke to Don shaking his shoulder gently.

"Don?" he mumbled, still half asleep.

Don gave him a patient smile. "You have to wake up, buddy. You need to eat."

Charlie perked an eye open as he sniffed the air.

"I thought we were at your place."

"We are."

"But that smells like Dad's lasagna."

"It is."

Charlie blinked a few times. "Dad's here?" He sat up a little too abruptly and his head swam.

"Easy there," Don took hold of his biceps to steady him. "I called Dad to tell him you weren't feeling great and were going to stay over and he offered to bring by the lasagna he made for dinner tonight. He got an offer to go out with Stan so he just dropped it off for when you eventually woke up." Don looked apologetic. "I didn't want him to know you hadn't eaten all day or else he'd worry so I didn't tell him I was going to wake you up to eat."

"Yeah, okay," Charlie said, yawning. "How long was I out?"

"About two hours. I didn't want you to sleep the whole night without eating so I figured once the lasagna was ready to come out of the oven I'd wake you up." Don let him go, but stayed near. "You awake enough now to eat?"

"I guess."

"Stay there," Don ordered, getting up and heading for the kitchen. "I'll bring you a plate."

"You know I had this odd thought when I first woke up that you'd cooked for me," Charlie muttered, rubbing his eyes.

Don let out a little chortle, pausing at the kitchen door. "I may be a self-centered jerk who should have been taking better care of you, but I don't think I could make up for that by learning to cook in just two hours."

Charlie laughed, finally waking the rest of the way up.

"That's okay. You can make it up to me by making dessert."

"There you go," Don tossed back, heading into the kitchen. "When it comes to scooping ice cream into a bowl I'm a pro..."

+

Once the coffee table was littered with dirty dinner plates and empty ice cream bowls Charlie leaned in for a soft sweet kiss.

"Thank you," he said, smiling contentedly. "I feel a lot better now."

"Good." Don pulled Charlie closer in his arms and kissed him again, this time longer but just as leisurely. "You should get some real sleep now," he said reluctantly.

"Mmm... Don't want to move," Charlie mumbled into Don's neck as he let his head fall back to Don's shoulder. "Tired..."

"I could carry you?" Don teased, poking him.

"You could get a hernia trying," Charlie teased back. "I'm getting up." With Don's assistance, he rose gingerly, stretching out his arms and legs until he was standing up on his own. "I'll go brush my teeth and stuff. You coming?"

"As soon as I load the dishwasher," Don promised. "Yell if you feel shaky at all."

"Okay." Charlie shuffled off, toeing off his shoes by the front door before heading through Don's bedroom to the adjoining bathroom.

He stripped and got ready for bed then slipped between the sheets, his eyes almost immediately closing against even the dim light coming in from the living room. He kept his eyes closed as he listened to Don enter the room and go through his own nightly preparations.

When the bed finally dipped beside him he opened one eye, peeking out to test the light and found it dark save the dim glow leaking between the slats of the blinds from the streetlight outdoors.

The soft golden light wasn't enough to make out details, but it was enough to outline Don's body, illuminating the curve of each muscle and the slight rise of his hip beneath the sheet half covering him.

Charlie pulled Don to him, bringing their naked bodies together in full contact - wrapping his arms around Don's neck as he kissed him, his desire clear.

"You need to sleep," Don reminded him.

"I need you," Charlie countered. "And even if full on sex is too much for tonight, we can still take care of each other like we used to." He rubbed against Don and felt his body respond. "It will only take a few minutes and you can't tell me it wouldn't help you to blow off a little steam after what happened today."

"You shouldn't have to, not when you're this tired," Don protested.

"We," Charlie said, stressing the word, "take care of each other now." He moved back enough to insinuate a hand between their bodies, slipping his fingers around Don's burgeoning erection. "So kiss me..."

Charlie's lips met his hungrily and Don plundered his mouth, the kiss growing in ardor along with the speed of Charlie's hand stroking him. For the few intimate encounters they'd had, they'd both begun to read each other's body effortlessly: knowing when to speed up, how much pressure to use and when to add just a little more to push each other over the edge.

Losing control, Don gave up kissing Charlie - panting just above him as his body tensed, nearing completion. His eyes drifted closed as Charlie moved down the bed just enough to take the head of Don's cock into his mouth.

His body went taut at the unexpected pleasure and he came with an uncontrolled shout, body shaking with the unexpected force of his release, aftershocks little tremors under Charlie's soothing hands.

By the time Charlie came back up to him he was still only just barely able to speak.

"Didn't have to do that," he gasped.

"Not about have to," Charlie told him, cupping Don's face in his hand. "It's want to."

Don got his breath back fairly quickly and gave Charlie a gentle push to lie on his back.

"Your turn."

Don dragged the sheet down, uncovering Charlie's bare form, and shifted to lie beside his hip, laying his head on Charlie's stomach.

Charlie closed his eyes and let his head fall into the pillow, relaxing as Don's fingers wrapped around his shaft and started to stroke. He let out a long breath and let himself fall into the rhythm of the repetitive motion and the escalating need rising within him.

His eyes flew open and his cock jumped at the sensation of a tentative swipe of tongue across the head.

"Don..." he breathed, ready to protest out of guilt alone. This was the one thing they'd never done, the one part about sex with a man Don wasn't as likely to enjoy.

"Shh..." Don responded. "Just relax..."

Charlie opened his mouth again, but Don sucked the entire head of his cock into his mouth and Charlie's mind went offline on pleasure overload. The sensation might not be new, but his mind screaming Don, Don, Don made his head spin - this unexpected first time a shock to both body and mind.

Don's lips sliding over him were slow and exploratory, but Charlie had all the patience in the world. This was one of the things he'd fantasized most about when he was young and he surrendered to it, allowing himself to relish this, trusting Don's word to just let go.

His hand gravitated to Don's back, skimming over his muscular shoulders and up the back of his neck until it came to rest on his head, not pushing or guiding, but following the motion of his brother's head as it bobbed up and down over him.

Opening his eyes, he glanced down to watch and almost came just from watching his cock disappear between Don's lips.

"Oh god..." he groaned, feeling the familiar pull of escalation.

He felt Don falter just long enough to shift position, moving so he had one hand jacking Charlie's shaft while he sucked the head into his mouth repeatedly. The movement was more brisk and Charlie stiffened, tensing on the cusp of falling.

Abruptly Don switched hands and moved his pre-cum slicked finger to Charlie's entrance, sliding in a digit and crooking it to hit the sweet spot just as he pulled his mouth away and started squeezing and twisting Charlie's cock vigorously.

The stimulation was too much all at once and Charlie snapped, body flailing in grand spasms as he came hard - more pleasure than he could bear swamping his senses. He vaguely heard himself call out a name - Don's.

Then he fell back to the bed, inhaling great gulps of air as little shockwaves jolted his exhausted muscles.

Don moved up to lie beside him, hand broad and warm on his belly as he clamored for oxygen, slowly calming.

"That came out of nowhere," he gasped, amazement in his voice.

"Well, I wanted to make up for doing a bad job of taking care of you," Don told him, almost matter of fact.

"Yeah, but you didn't have to do that," Charlie countered.

Don pulled him into his arms, letting him settle in close just how he liked, his drowsy voice the last thing cutting through the fog before sleep claimed them both.

"Not about have to. It's want to..."

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 16th, 2008 04:09 am (UTC)
Confession Part 1
Uh, surprise?

Bet quite a few of you had given up hope of seeing more in the Last Call Series, seeing as how the last installment - Everything - was published on 1/15/07, just one month shy of 2 whole years ago.

In retrospect a part of me wishes I had stopped the series at Everything. The story had pretty much resolved itself: Don and Charlie had both gone from lost and alone to a wonderful fulfilling relationship with each other.

So WTF was I doing with this extra fic? I suppose Turnabout was my way of extending the universe by throwing a monkey wrench into the story line, messing up their little blissful existence with real life problems and complexities.

Only it didn't work.

Here's the real confession...

I've already published Turnabout. Only I didn't mean to.

I confess I cowrote Not Just Another FBI Girlfriend with melissima and *totally* missed until *after* we published it that I'd entirely ripped off what I'd already written of Turnabout. (For comparison, I'll paste the relevant part of the original Turnabout I stalled on in Confession Part 2.

Clearly I liked that brusque!Don/wall!slammed!Charlie, but the fic (as Turnabout) died and would not be finished for *years*. It took me a while to realize the reason was that story was *not* in the Last Call universe. It didn't fit. Period.

I couldn't follow up the beauty of Everything (kind of written to be the ultimate Don/Charlie romance fic) with this dark rough bunny. I needed to maintain that softness they'd discovered, but still manage to have Don struggling with the reality of his job stress (while still ticking off my internal 'what have they not done list' - in this case Don giving his first oral sex to a man).

So I had to find another way to write Turnabout. I kept the beginning almost the same, but when I finally turned the story over the muse to write anew I got this angle: don't think about calming Don down - deflate him all at once, redirect him. And what would do that? What would blow him out of his rant in a heartbeat? Honest worry about Charlie.

And there it was: a whole new plot three years after I started the fic. /head spins/ (To be honest the title doesn't really work anymore, but after three years I can't imagine retitling it!)

To give you an idea how old Turnabout is? 7,000 Feet - my latest N3 fic - is number 466 on my list of Numb3rs fic. Turnabout is number 9. (It actually goes like this: Last Call - 4, Convergence and Divergence - 5, Safety in Numb3rs - 6, First Thoughts - 7, Magnet and Steel - 8 then Being There - 12, Remembering - 13 and Everything - 14. How Turnabout got started before those last three is lost to memory.)

Now that I look back I'm kind of stupefied that 9 out of my first 14 fic were Last Call. Wow... That's almost two-thirds!

Holy shit, it's been a *serious* amount of time since Last Call. I can't believe how long it took me between Everything and this one. /hides/ As it is I only put the new ending on this version of Turnabout on the 5th of this month. I'd say it's the fic that's taken the longest to complete, but fic number 1 is still a partial. (Not that number 2 A Shift in the Continuum didn't take a long time!) I should be glad it's done - and I am to some extent - but I feel weird about letting it go after all this time. I feel bad it's not better - IMHO it falls short of the quality of all the other Last Call fic, but it is what it is and I barely got it out as it stands.

I am afraid to say this, but I have nothing in my head as to where this universe goes from here - nothing. But I have faith that if something is supposed to come? It will come.

Oh my. I just got a bunny. Anyone want to see Argyle and Chris again? /evil grin/

It's been too long for me to remember who read this and helped on it (mea culpa), but to everyone everywhere who supported Last Call over the years, a huge thank you!

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 16th, 2008 04:10 am (UTC)
Confession Part 2
Excerpt from Original Version of Turnabout:

Don unlocked the apartment door and walked in, leaving it open for Charlie who came in and locked it behind him as Don headed for the bedroom. He emerged a brief moment later without his gun, handcuffs and jacket to find Charlie hovering nervously near the entry.

"What?"

"I don't know what to do," Charlie answered honestly. "As your brother I want to let you rant about work, but as your lover," he softened his tone on that word, "I want to hold you and kiss you and make it all go away, even if it's only for a while."

Charlie saw something flicker across Don's face before it was replaced with the anger that had been steadily consuming him. "Maybe you should just go home. I'm not exactly good company right now," he said, sullen but still a little apologetic.

"I said I wanted to be what you need." Charlie's voice was quiet but firm, as he put his bag and jacket aside. "I'm not leaving just because you're having a bad day. You need me. I just need to know what I can do to make things better for you."

"Nothing. There's nothing." Don started to pace the living room, trying to find an outlet for the pent up energy inside of him. "That's what's so damn frustrating. There's nothing anyone can do. No one can make the review process go any faster, no one can take David off administrative leave, no one can spare another agent for me while he's on leave, no one," he ground out between gritted teeth, "can take away the fact that David killed a man. He's got to deal with it and I don't know how he's going to manage."

"How did you manage? I mean you mentioned Haldane..." Charlie hung his head for a few seconds. "I saw the body bag. You never said anything, but you and David were the only ones in that room with him, so..."

Don stopped walking and stood staring at the floor.

"Yeah, I shot Haldane."

Charlie ventured over to him tentatively. "How did you get through it?" he asked, placing a gentle hand on Don's arm.

Don huffed. "I came back here and sat myself down in front of a bottle of scotch."

Charlie winced, glad Don wasn't watching his reaction.

"I promise," he said, laying his hands lightly on Don's hips as he faced him and moved in close. "You won't have to do that ever again. You have me now. Whatever it takes, I'll help."

He leaned in and kissed Don, who just stood there, almost entirely unresponsive.

Just when Charlie had almost given up, Don jolted to life, grabbing Charlie by the biceps and kissing him hard.

Startled, it took Charlie a few seconds to recover, but he let Don kiss him roughly, take control.

As he submitted, Don became more forceful, his grip tightening and his kisses brusque.

Uncomfortable with this careless aggressive version of his brother, Charlie edged backwards - almost unconsciously - and Don followed until he was pushed up against the wall in the entryway.

Swallowing nervously, he pulled back enough to speak.

"Tell me what you need." Wordlessly Don's eyes swept Charlie's body with a feral hunger. Charlie shivered, but held his chin up. "Fine," he said. "Do it."

"No," Don said, backing off slightly.

"Why not?" Charlie asked. "If it's what you need..."

"It's using you!" Don exclaimed. "And I would never do that!"

"It's not using me if I want you to do it," Charlie argued. "I'm not some fragile flower. You can be rough with me." He rummaged in his pockets and located a single use packet of lubricant. He slapped it down on the nearby side table and faced off with Don. "Just do it."

"No..." Don clenched and unclenched his fists at his side. "I don't want you to see me like that. That's not who I am. That's not who I want to be with you."

"You can't run away from this," Charlie warned. "With your job you're going to have times like this and you need an outlet. Look at you! Tell me you're not itching to hit something!"
batgurl10batgurl10 on December 16th, 2008 01:17 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession Part 2
OOOOh Emma, emma emma! How do I love thee for giving us more of this verse?
Then I read the orig version of turnabout and the whole aggressive don pushing charlie into a wall thing exploded my brain!!!

Guh!! Yummy! anything from u is awesome!
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on December 17th, 2008 04:34 am (UTC)
Re: Confession Part 2
Hee! Thank you! /revels in your comment a while/

Did you read Not Just Another FBI Girlfriend? That's got the wall scene in it - pretty damn hot too. The Don/Charlie bit in Off the Cuff where Don slams him up against the wall is what got me started. No sex, but hot!

There was also a Wall Smut challenge a long while back. Take a look...
http://wallsmut.livejournal.com/826.html

I'm fighting off the bunny for the next installment, but I can tell you it's really porny. My goodness, it's going to give Safety in Numb3rs a run for its foursome money...

Stay tuned!
batgurl10batgurl10 on December 17th, 2008 10:25 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession Part 2
I'm fighting off the bunny for the next installment, but I can tell you it's really porny. My goodness, it's going to give Safety in Numb3rs a run for its foursome money...

Stay tuned!

Nooooo, dont fight it! GIVE IN TO THE DARKSIDE!!
safety in Numb3rs? i seriously need to find this...runs off to stalk your lj...LOL.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on December 17th, 2008 10:27 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession Part 2
Hee!

I wrote notes for it last night, but didn't start the fic. It actually ended up being notes for THREE sequels (yay) for this universe.

If you want to see SiN3 click on the words Last Call in the header. It's the series post which has all the links to the fic including that one.
batgurl10batgurl10 on December 17th, 2008 10:36 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession Part 2
Thank you. I absolutely adore all your fic. I will admit to sometimes getting lost trying to navigate through the lj...
I take all credit for being lj illiterate most days. :-)

since your obviouslyonline, can u tell me why oh why there arent more h/c fic featuring charlie? you would think his charact is perfectly slashable with an alpha...lol.?
when im desperate for a fix, I always hit your site.
p.s. Im also a member of the fainting/carrying thing you have. Yup totally!!!
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on December 17th, 2008 11:15 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession Part 2
Thank you!

FWIW I think the easiest way to get through my fic is my Memories. It's all organized in there by type/rating and by pairing, so whatever you like you can find in there. I use tags too, but I don't find them to be as friendly.

I also post a Journal Review at the end of every month. In it I list all of my Series posts ever so if there's a universe you want to read you can always find links on the last day of each month.

I'm not super sure why H/C is way more popular on FanFiction.net than on LJ, other than to say many people came to LJ to escape FF.net's lame sappy H/C type fic. I think there was this guilt by association - H/C meant bad fic. I don't think so personally and I feel like Safe Harbor was *very* good Charlie H/C slash. I love H/C - it's possibly my favorite genre. (And yay for another faint/carry person! Now I *really* need to write the ultimate faint/carry fic!) Anyway, Charlie gets slashed with alphas nonstop here on LJ. They just don't all see eye to eye on the who and how.

As far as LJ goes, feel free to ask questions on how things work. I was new once too and had to learn the basics with help, so I'm always willing to help out my readers when things get a little complex. :-)
batgurl10batgurl10 on December 17th, 2008 11:22 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession Part 2
As far as LJ goes, feel free to ask questions on how things work.

Your too sweet! Thanks. Tonite, I will be haunting the memories section. Didnt even think of that. Also didnt know about you journal review...see what i miss out on?

as far as an ultimate faint/carry fic? It wouldn't even be too much of a stretch. In this fandom pairing, anyone of those muscle bound FBI dudes could easily carry charlie around. (even with those xtra pounds david put on) LOL. We need more of this stat.
you know, reading your fic makes me wanna start writing again. I wrote in TS fandom a loooong while back and just lost my muse. For some reason N3 is making me itch to write again, while my most active fandom SPN just makes me wanna hide under my desk until it returns in jan09. :-)
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on December 17th, 2008 11:34 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession Part 2
reading your fic makes me wanna start writing again

Do it! Start small! Go over to numb3rs100's profile. Find a prompt you like and try writing a 100-300 word drabble. Short, easy and satisfying. It's a very welcoming community and Mel and I love having new authors join us.

I like writing SPN a lot, but I don't write them nearly as often as I'd like. I have a few fic I'm holding back, but longer fic is harder in that fandom for some reason. /shrugs/

Right now I'm picturing Colby carrying Charlie, but you're right. When DK's at a good weight any of them could carry him just fine. I've already had Don carry Charlie after a faint so it's time to try another one, though I'm game for another Don one always! LOL

FWIW, if you want to quote what someone wrote you put it in italics tags. One tag goes before the text and one after (the one with the slash).

They look like this without the spaces in them:

< i >
and
< /i >

I hope you enjoy the Memories! I have over 400 N3 fic so plenty to read. ;-)
melissima: don/charlie elevatormelissima on December 16th, 2008 05:34 am (UTC)
Me! Me! I want to see Argyle and Chris get a taste of their own medicine again! Please?

I know this series has been quiet for a long time but I still go back and read it frequently and I'd love to see more. <3
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on December 17th, 2008 04:35 am (UTC)
How about a taste of someone something else? ;-)

Apparently my muse decided I don't have enough entries in my Memories under Foursome. Hehehe

I do appreciate the devotion to this series, my dear. Ever the faithful... ♥
melissima: Don's softer by <lj user=scotts_rock>melissima on December 16th, 2008 05:38 am (UTC)
Oh Don you are *such* a hard case. Nothing cuts through his pissy bullshit like concern for his brother though! /pets him./ I love Last Call Don for his devotion to Charlie and his tenderness.

"You know I had this odd thought when I first woke up that you'd cooked for me," Charlie muttered, rubbing his eyes.

Don let out a little chortle, pausing at the kitchen door. "I may be a self-centered jerk who should have been taking better care of you, but I don't think I could make up for that by learning to cook in just two hours."

Charlie laughed, finally waking the rest of the way up.

"That's okay. You can make it up to me by making dessert."

"There you go," Don tossed back, heading into the kitchen. "When it comes to scooping ice cream into a bowl I'm a pro..."


Sigh. Those are the boys I love.

Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on December 17th, 2008 04:36 am (UTC)
I love Last Call Don for his devotion to Charlie and his tenderness.

See! That's what was missing from the original Turnabout - why it didn't work. It wasn't Last Call Don!

I need to make sure I keep this Don around so I don't lose him again...
Cynthia: AD It's Okay by frostedmagnolia1trackmind on December 16th, 2008 06:54 am (UTC)
I really do like this piece!

Out of curiosity, did you get my e-mail with beta stuff?

I love them taking care of each other.

Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on December 16th, 2008 07:18 am (UTC)
/headdesk/

I'm sorry! When I get beta stuff in I label it Beta so it doesn't get lost in the morass that is my inbox. For some reason yours didn't get labeled and got lost.

But yes, I went and found it and there were some things I wanted to change based on your input so I went ahead and uploaded a new version based on your input.

I'm so sorry I was so lame about it! /hangs head in shame/

I really appreciated you taking the time to do that for me. I just sucked at the necessary follow up. Clearly I've been having too many "I can't brain, I have the dumb" days lately. Mea culpa.

THANK YOU!
Cynthia: AD It's Okay by frostedmagnolia1trackmind on December 16th, 2008 07:37 am (UTC)
No worries! It just occurred to me after you posted that gmail has been messed up of late and you may not have received it. *hugs*
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on December 16th, 2008 07:51 am (UTC)
/hugs back/

Gmail = fine
My brain = jello
Tori Lovelostandalone22 on December 16th, 2008 07:55 am (UTC)
I really like this. Great story!
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on December 16th, 2008 07:58 am (UTC)
Thank you! Some of my favorite Eppes Brothers interaction has been in this series.
Erinstarlettmalfoy on December 16th, 2008 03:54 pm (UTC)
Rough!Don for the win. Srsly.

I'd definitely love to see more of Argyle and Chris!! Doooo ittttt!!

This made my night wonderful, by the way, seeing that one of my favorite stories had been updated... even if it had been so long. :)
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on December 17th, 2008 04:39 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! It amazes me how Last Call seems to be a perpetual favorite to so many people and I never knew!

The bunny I have in my head is Don/Charlie/Argyle/Chris so expect Safety In Numb3rs levels of porn with a foursome tip. :-)
devon99 on December 16th, 2008 11:24 pm (UTC)
More than worth the wait Emma.
Loved it, of course I did.

I must admit I am a sucker for Charlie fainting fic, its prob why I love your - is it Conflict/Resolutions fic? so much - the one where Charlie doesn't eat and he passes out getting out of the car and Don carries him inside - kills me dead that does.

This also killed me with hotness but I liked the beginning too. Real relationships are like this and I liked Charlie not really knowing how to respond - as a brother or a lover.

Really nice and MY GOODNESS - the Don pushing Charlie against the wall snippet!! *more of the same* please? 'cause, seriously, Don all growly and rough then slightly guilt ridden that he may have gone too far - GUH!! You need to write more of this *nods* Definitely.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on December 17th, 2008 04:46 am (UTC)
OMG! Someone else who gets my faint/collapse and carry kink! Yay!

You got the series right - Conflict and Resolutions - but the faint is actually in the companion fic, Ash and Pines (one of my personal faves ever). I actually cheat and read the fic combined (both fic merged into one document called by its humorous initials: CRAP. LOL)

Did you go read Not Another FBI Girlfriend? Because that has the complete wall bit in it. I also have a nice wall bit in Off the Cuff if you haven't seen that one. I would like to write another one, but it should probably be someone other than Don/Charlie. If you like Supernatural I have a crossover to post tomorrow: Billy Cooper/Dean Winchester with some very nice rough wall sex. Yum.

Still... Growly!Don is FTW. I may need to revisit that again just because it's kind of irresistible. Mmm...
rubynye: Back to Back (Numb3rs)rubynye on December 18th, 2008 03:00 pm (UTC)
*squees gently*

I love them all here, you know. Not least Don and Charlie, stubborn and loving and taking care of each other.

(I love it when the office is empty. I can catch up on my reading!)
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on December 18th, 2008 07:17 pm (UTC)
Hee! I hoped you'd like this. I've enjoyed so much of your Don/Charlie this year, it's fitting that you like mine as payment in kind. /is glad/

LOL @ reading at work. I'm constantly amazed that posting fic *during* the East Coast work day means more comments than posting at night. /shakes head at people/

Thank you!