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18 August 2006 @ 12:06 am
Numb3rs Fic: Road Tripping  
Written for numb3rs100 Challenge #68 – Trip

Title: Road Tripping
Pairing/Characters: Don, Charlie
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: None
Summary: Don knows that Charlie missed out on a lot of road trip traditions
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

"Are we there yet?" Charlie asked in his best whiny child imitation.

Don chuckled. "Just remember, that's only funny the first time you say it. Say it again and I will pull over and show you my Dad impression."

"You know if you had let me do a traffic flow pattern analysis, we could have shaved almost an hour off of... Hey, why are you getting off the freeway?"

Don stopped at the red light and turned to his brother. "Because the journey isn't always about the destination."

"Sure, but why stop in..." Charlie looked around for signs and examined the map. "Buellton, of all places, when we're headed to San Francisco which is way more interesting?"

Don turned at the light and then made a second turn.

"Because, little brother, a man's got to eat and at least once in his life he should eat at a Pea Soup Andersen's"

Charlie glanced up as Don turned into the restaurant's parking lot and his face lit up. "No way! I've heard about these, but never eaten at one."

Don nudged his arm as he unlocked the door to get out of the car. "Welcome to road tripping Don Eppes style."

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on August 18th, 2006 07:12 am (UTC)
My apologies to those of you who've never lived in California. This fic is kind of one big in joke for those of us who live here or who have traveled enough in my home state to have encountered one of the infamous Pea Soup Andersen's restaurants.

They're well known to road trippers because of their billboards which alert travelers to the restaurant's presence an obscene number of miles before the restaurant's actual location. Seeing a billboard, with their well known cartoon characters on it, a hundred miles south of Buellton would not be unexpected. Another at 75 miles, another at 50 miles... You get the picture. When you're driving through the vast acres of boring farmland between LA and SF, a billboard sticks out and the PSA ones stick out even more.

I think I've eaten there enough times that I believe the directions I gave are correct and it would take three left turns to get into the parking lot of the Buellton PSA. (That may be the only one left. I've heard rumors of the other ones closing down and I don't want it to be true. /wibble/)

So I'd imagine with all the baseball trips, Don would be well up on road tripping. Charlie, OTOH, probably didn't get to indulge since he would have been too young during prime road tripping time (late high school and college years). He may have even been a college graduate before he was even old enough to get a driver's license. (And with what canon tells us about Charlie driving? Hehehe Yeah, not a lot of road tripping in Charlie's past.)

So if you read the story knowing all this, it will make more sense. Don's just doing a nice thing for his brother and well, the soup rocks! I stop there whenever I'm making the trip up north because the soup is that good. (They sell it in cans in supermarkets, but it's nowhere near as good as the soup and bread and toppings you get in the restaurant. /sigh/)

BTW, because this fic would appeal to such a narrow audience I'm publishing it on Friday as a nod to The West Wing's view of that day. ;-)

So how funny is it that it takes me twice as many words to write this confession about the fic than it does to write the actual fic? /grins/


Emma DeMarais
melissimamelissima on August 18th, 2006 05:03 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession

Don chuckled. "Just remember, that's only funny the first time you say it. Say it again and I will pull over and show you my Dad impression."

LOL! I wish I was as quick-witted as Don. I said this somewhere already, but I love how your dialogue is so easy and real--I feel like I'm in the car with them.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on August 18th, 2006 08:51 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
Aw, thanks hon! I wish everything was as easy as dialogue is to me. That would be awesome. Sadly, I have an Achilles heel (or more than one) so there's still plenty left to work on. At least my Don and Charlie voices are pretty good. :-)


Telli: charlie voguetelligirl on August 20th, 2006 07:43 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
Kind of like how there are a million billboards for Little America, miles and miles before one reaches it. The one in Cheyenne starts advertising before one hits the Colorado/Wyoming border, but it doesn't provide concrete directions as to how to reach the establishment.

I loved the fic. Total Don and Charlie.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on August 22nd, 2006 01:15 am (UTC)
Re: Confession
Little America? Definitely not on my route. ;-)

I did a mini road trip last weekend and yes, I saw a billboard for PSA! It said something like 186 miles to go. /grins/

BTW, I always thought that icon was hilarious!


Tellitelligirl on August 22nd, 2006 04:48 am (UTC)
Re: Confession
Little America is this hotel/restaurant chain in Wyoming, Arizona, California, Utah, and Idaho. I've only been to the ones in Wyoming, because my dad loves Little America for some reason, so whenever we go through Wyoming we have to plan at least one stop at Little America. It's a road trip tradition for my family, and I'd guess other families as well. But they advertise long before you get to any point of civilization (which, in Wyoming, can be hours), and their billboards are often the only interesting point of any landscape (they alternate with fireworks billboards going up I-25 from Ft. Collins to Cheyenne). Not to diss Wyoming, but there isn't a whole lot to look at when you're driving through parts of it. ;)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on August 24th, 2006 11:26 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
Yeah, for as populous as Southern California is, Central California has a whole lot of nothing going on for long stretches at a time. Not to diss it, I mean we need farmland if we're going to eat, but there's only so much grass and cows that one can look at before it ceases to be a novelty.

I've driven cross country before and my first cornfield was kind of an odd treat. After a few miles of them, not so much. ;-)

Thanks for the tip.

You not mai best fren: caughtorlisheart on August 18th, 2006 11:49 pm (UTC)
Don stopped at the red light and turned to his brother. "Because the journey isn't always about the destination."

Aww, I love your Don. I really do. It just sounds like something he would say while feeling indulgeful toward Charlie. And I think that entire sentence was grammatically incorrect. LOL!
I love when the boys spend time alone together. :D
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on August 22nd, 2006 12:34 am (UTC)
Is it indulgent? Bah! Who cares? I got the message. ;-)

It's open to interpretation for shippers and nonshippers alike, but who can resist the brotherly love when you get the Eppes boys together?


Keyla: numb3rs - dcneverbelonged on August 19th, 2006 03:03 am (UTC)
And Don should know all the places to stop too. From his years on the road. /grins/
Lovely. Great job.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on August 22nd, 2006 12:44 am (UTC)
Well, there is/was (not sure anymore) a PSA between Stockton and SoCal on the 5 Freeway, so Don would have likely been there. I imagine he ate on the road quite a bit playing baseball so he'd be more savvy than the average guy who road tripped in college.

I just found out recently that one of my nephews just went on a cross country road trip. I have many memories from mine so I'm glad he got to do that finally. It's quite the adventure.