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08 February 2010 @ 05:46 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Motorcrash  
Written for numb3rs100 Challenge #249 – Shout

Title: Motorcrash
Pairing/Characters: Don/Robin
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: Seasons 1-5, Shadow Markets, Arm in Arms
Summary: A proper motorcrash with lots of spectators
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

The kiss is lingering, a contented little sigh falling from Robin's lips as Don keeps her in the circle of his arms for just one more moment before they part.

"Be careful out there."



The open road calls, each sharp curve an invitation, the motorcycle responds with precision to even the lightest of touches.

Sunshine, sparse traffic and a cool breeze keeping leathers from getting too warm.

It's a perfect day for a ride.


The acrid smoke of burning rubber chokes rebelling lungs. Eyes open to dimmed sky, split and shaded by a helmet's cracked visor.

The air is filled with shouts and sirens and somewhere a child is wailing.

Carnage fills the intersection: a jackknifed truck aflame flanked by morbid spectators and a familiar motorcycle twisted almost beyond recognition beneath a massive wheel.


"Okay, collar and backboard done, bring the gurney over!" White uniform, fire department patch, paramedic. "Hey there! Look who's waking up! Can you talk?"

Another white uniform hovers. "I have your cell phone here. Is there someone we can call for you to tell them to meet us at the hospital?"

"Call…" Robin falters as a slash of pain slices through her shattered body. "Don…"

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on February 9th, 2010 01:47 am (UTC)
Title and summary from the Sugarcubes song of the same name. (I recommend watching the video. They're from Iceland. It explains a lot. /grins/)

I confess that this fic was rewritten pretty much from scratch. The first version had Don get messed up and it wasn't pretty. (Here's how the first version ended. /warnings for the squeamish - but then again what would a squeamish person be doing reading *my* LJ?/ As his vision fades, he spies a lone black boot in the street amongst the debris. He prays it's not his. And if it is, that his foot's not still in it. I warned you, didn't I?)

I was dissatisfied though so I went to Mel and T and got them to brainstorm options with me. I'm not sure how the idea to misdirect the fic for Robin to be the one injured came about, but I liked that bunny much better, ergo the new and improved (and less disturbing) Motorcrash.

I've had the Sugarcubes as earworms off and on for years and this song in particular tends to get stuck in my head for days on end so this is just me sharing the pain annoyance song with you all. ;-)

Very special thanks to betas melissima and t_vo0810 for their assistance with this fic.


Emma DeMarais
(Anonymous) on February 10th, 2010 09:06 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
OH, MY GOD!!!Don't stop there. The suspense is killing me. More PLEASE!!!!

Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 10th, 2010 09:55 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
Sorry! That's all I got!

Though now that you're tempting me... Gah! Don't tempt me like that! I'm such a H/C junkie I might just take you up on it.

/sings La La La in her head to avoid Robin in the hospital bunnies/
t_vo0810t_vo0810 on February 9th, 2010 02:00 am (UTC)
"Call…" Robin falters as a slash of pain slices through her shattered body. "Don…"

GAH! This line get me every time. D: /shudders/ poor robin. poor don.

Excellent job, sweets! The twist is killa. And the ambience of the piece has a great rise and fall from sweet domesticity to shocky horror. just awesome.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 9th, 2010 02:05 am (UTC)
Thanks! The misdirection to Robin was totally what this needed to give it a real *pow* impact. I mean, the title gives away what happens so that's not the pop - it's that it's not who you expect.

(Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!)
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Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 9th, 2010 02:05 am (UTC)
Thanks! This was very much an ouch fic. :-)
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Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 9th, 2010 04:56 am (UTC)
Hi and welcome to my LJ!

Thanks for giving this fic a chance. A lot of people might be put off by the title, but I adore my angst. ;-)

I haven't read that, but I've read some Stephen King so I'm not shocked that pro authors can write some pretty creepy stuff, I'm more surprised how many people want to buy it! LOL

I do have a copy of the first draft that had Don in it. I'll paste it in a separate comment then delete it so you can see where this one had its genesis. I pretty much gave away the whole icky part in the Confession, but this at least gives you the context.

Thanks for taking the time to read and comment!

/brings out the platter of cookies and milk for you/
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Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 9th, 2010 05:10 am (UTC)
Hehehe Hey, I'm all for exorcising/exercising our dark sides in fiction where it's safe. Besides, there's no Hurt/Comfort without the hurt!

/pours the milk and eats cookies with you/
ladygray99ladygray99 on February 9th, 2010 04:50 am (UTC)
EEEP!!!! This is why you're never getting me on a motorcycle.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 9th, 2010 04:58 am (UTC)
I know!

I've had three people I know have serious motorcycle/moped accidents (the one that inspired this fic led to a leg being amputated), yet the allure is still there obviously.

/wraps you up in a big safe car so no one can hurt you/
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Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 9th, 2010 05:13 am (UTC)
I've been in two major car crashes myself, yet I'm still considering a motorcycle. Rarely is it about how safe you drive - it's the other idiots on the road that you can't plan enough for.

That's horrible about that family. Winter is a time for a lot of accidents (all the rain and snow) so I'm sure thousands of families have had grief stricken holidays because of it.