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28 October 2010 @ 07:41 pm
Numb3rs Fic: An Unfortunate Inheritance  
Written for numb3rs100 Challenge October 2010 Rewind – Alcohol, Crutch, Fight, Honesty

Title: An Unfortunate Inheritance
Pairing/Characters: Don/Robin, Alan, OCs
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 400
Spoilers: Cause and Effect
Summary: Alan doesn't talk about the bad part of the Eppes family legacy
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

141. Alcohol

Alan was five when his grandfather came to live with them. He didn't understand, until he was older at least, why his grandmother didn't come to live with them too.

His father took him aside and explained that grandfather was family and family didn't turn their backs on one of their own.

That first weekend, grandfather settled himself in a chair and pulled Alan up to sit on his knee.

His breath smelled strange. Alan wrinkled his nose at it, but was polite enough not to say anything.

He didn't understand until he was older that that smell was alcohol.

230. Crutch

Alan was ten when he saw his grandmother again. He'd assumed she died, but it was the other D word no one discussed.

She remarked on how he'd grown, finger-combing his hair behind his ears like she used to do when he was little.

He asked about grandfather and the smile faded from her face. He asked about the alcohol and her facade crumpled into sadness.

He used it as a crutch, she recounted hesitantly. But it changed him, made him mean. When she couldn't bear it any longer, they divorced.

Alan had assumed his grandfather had always been mean.

099. Fight

Alan was fifteen when he came home to find his grandfather and mother fighting. They were shouting so loud he put his hands over his ears.

The air stunk with alcohol and as he watched, stunned, he saw his grandfather pull back his arm and slap his mother hard across the face.

She fell to the floor with a cry that cut into Alan's chest like a blade. He rushed forward and started pounding on his grandfather, yelling at him to leave his mother alone.

His father shouted too when he came home and then threw his own father out.

193. Honesty

The twins were colicky again, the house reverberating with their hoarse screams. Alan could barely hear Robin's quiet voice upstairs trying in vain to soothe them.

Don sat scowling into his scotch, hand gripping the glass so tightly Alan feared it might crack.

Alan looked hard at his son, a resemblance echoing across the decades. Abruptly he peeled the glass from Don's hand, took it to the kitchen and poured it down the sink, ignoring Don's protestations.

Then he sat him down and in a quiet voice told Don the honest truth about his family history starting with his great-grandfather.

lilacs_roseslilacs_roses on October 29th, 2010 04:04 am (UTC)
/sigh... Hard things to hear, harder to deal with.

Let's hope that life doesn't repeat.

Nicely done, Emma.