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29 October 2012 @ 09:41 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Eleven Days  
Written for numb3rs100 Challenge #391 - Cabinet


Title: Eleven Days
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/Amita, Alan/Margaret, Don
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: Series
Summary: In the Craftsman, in a kitchen cabinet over the refrigerator, there was a piece of paper
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


In the Craftsman, in a kitchen cabinet over the refrigerator, there was a piece of paper. It had fallen off of a vase amongst a dozen vases, the tape too faded and dusty to hold, and laid unseen on the shelf for years.

It wasn't until Amita called for a particularly vigorous spring cleaning that the handwritten note was found. She'd set Charlie to pack up all the kitchen cabinets in preparation for a fresh coat of paint, then found him sitting atop the tallest stepstool with tears in his eyes.

"Can you go get my dad, please?" he just said quietly, clearly struggling with emotion. "And Don."

Confused, she brought them over and then hovered just outside the doorway to watch Charlie hand over the long yellowed piece of paper to his father.

Alan's hand went to his mouth in shock as he read the tiny sheet then handed it over to Don.

"I never saw that, not until now." Alan's voice was a reverent whisper.

Amita withdrew tactfully, suddenly aware of the pain of loss in the room.

She found the note later laid carefully beside a crystal vase next to the lime green fluted bowl that Margaret had adored so.

'Alan, honey... You know I love you, but please stop buying me vases! I love when you get me flowers, but the world doesn't need more cheap glass. Now this one? This one I really like. It's one of the few crystal ones so if you want to get me flowers for, oh say our 35th wedding anniversary? Put them in this one. The art deco style will go so well with that new green bowl I just got for the console table.'

Amita did the math later. Margaret passed away eleven days before her 35th anniversary.

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on October 30th, 2012 04:45 am (UTC)
Confession
I confess I think I wrote this fic before – well at least part of it. I think the vases over the refrigerator portion at least. (The Long and Winding Road perhaps?)

I guess in this case – since it's mine – it's recycling, not plagiarism. ;-)

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
Jestana: Sadjestana on October 30th, 2012 07:59 am (UTC)
Damn you, wench! Just break my heart into a million pieces, why don't you? *sobs* I'd guessed the note was from Margaret, but that last bit, with Amita doing the math, just killed me.

Thank you for such a wonderfully evocative fic.
fractalmoonfractalmoon on October 30th, 2012 11:49 am (UTC)
A touching story of a house well-lived in.
riverotter1951: Heart Cloudriverotter1951 on October 30th, 2012 02:07 pm (UTC)
This is poignant especially when Amita does the math.
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 1st, 2012 02:48 am (UTC)
Ouchy.
Candi: Eppes - Familymustangcandi on January 13th, 2013 09:05 pm (UTC)
UGH. Soo good it hurts.