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20 December 2011 @ 11:59 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Golden Hour (The Three Color Remix)  
Written for numb3rs100 2011 Drabble Remixathon - Remix of Golden Hour by rubynye/Challenge Pairing - Charlie/Amita

Title: Golden Hour (The Three Color Remix)
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/Amita/Seth
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: Seasons 1-5
Summary: Amita comes home at dawn exhausted from doing Charlie's FBI work
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

Seth sleeps like a rock; it's Charlie who's fitful at night, consciously or unconsciously missing Amita in their bed.

He stares sleepless at the ceiling, dawn repainting the plaster in soft hues that Seth would know the exact names for: cerulean, not blue and antique rose, not pink...

The sun splinters the blinds just as Amita's key scrabbles against the front door lock. He hears her footstep, louder and clumsier than her normal delicate early morning tiptoe.

She drags herself in, pulling her hair out of a messy ponytail with a heavy sigh. She strips clumsily, just dropping clothes where she stands, yawning as she glances around for the clean laundry basket and fresh pajamas.

"Hey..." He beckons quietly to her. "Just come to bed."


Seth hears and wakes and - always the gentleman - all but leaps out of bed to guide a wobbly Amita into the warm sheets, placing her between them as he slips in behind her.

An errant sunbeam gilds her skin for a second before Seth pulls the covers up over all of them, drowning them in a froth of white sheets. They curl up against her, surrounding her with warmth and love and support. She's asleep in a matter of seconds, breath warm on Charlie's chest as she mumbles her thanks before slumber.

Charlie and Seth share a glance of concern across her and Charlie can't hold it, feeling that guilt resurface. They both know how little sleep she's gotten since Charlie lost his clearance; it's not healthy, but she won't say no to the Bureau or Cal Sci.

For now there are no answers.

Charlie stares sleepless at the ceiling and watches the morning light turn golden, wondering what name Seth would call it and the color of Amita's sun gilded skin.

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 23rd, 2011 06:59 am (UTC)
This fic was written for the 2011 Drabble Remixathon at numb3rs100. The original author was rubynye whose fic I remixed was Golden Hour.

I confess I shouldn't have picked this piece since it was never posted to N100, however it is less than 300 words so I hope the lovely rubynye forgives me for taking a bit of liberty with her back catalogue. There was so much to choose from, yet this one called to me.

It's no secret I'm a huge fan of her Charlie/Amita/Seth fic, but it's almost too hard to consider remixing them. I tried, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. The alternative? Turn a Charlie/Amita into a Charlie/Amita/Seth! When I read Golden Hour the color atmosphere reminded me of Seth so much I had to insert him into that story.

Hope you like the remix Ny and thanks for all your lovely fic at N100 over the years!


Emma DeMarais
rubynyerubynye on December 25th, 2011 05:05 am (UTC)
Re: Confession
EEEEEEE! Oh, wow, this -- this redefines gorgeous, Emma! Far from there being anything to forgive, I am honored and delighted that you turned my drabble into this by tucking Seth into bed with them.

Eee, thank you. *hugs you delightedly*
Candi: Amita Among Petalsmustangcandi on December 24th, 2011 11:52 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you remixed this fic because I had never read the original and it was just lovely.

As is this. I love the contrast in trains of thought... Charlie with his numbers, Seth with his colors. This was delightful.