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02 January 2006 @ 08:17 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Hanukkah 1978 - The Quiet Moments  
Written for numb3rsflashfic Challenge #4 - Holiday


Title: Hanukkah 1978 - The Quiet Moments
Series/Universe: The Hanukkah Series
Pairing/Characters: Margaret, Don, Charlie
Rating: G
Spoilers: Pilot, UP
Summary: Margaret appreciates the quiet moments her young sons spend together
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

Other comments are housed at numb3rsflashfic.


There are days, weeks even, that flow together seamlessly and Margaret couldn't pick an hour out of that time period and say for certain what her boys were like then.

Then there are a few quiet moments that she's certain she'll remember on her deathbed some day far in the future.

This is one of them.

Worn out from playing with their Hanukkah toys, her sons are snuggled up on the couch together with a picture book. Charlie, plump with baby fat still at three years old, is resting his cherubic curls on his brother's shoulder. Donnie has the book propped up on his crossed legs for them both to see, one arm securely wrapped behind Charlie so he won't fall, while the other gesticulates animatedly as he tells stories to go along with the pictures.

Charlie's attention is rapt and Donnie loves an audience, so he's playing up the stories, each more grandiose than the next.

"These are Doctors. They work in a hospital, which is a big building where sick and hurt people go to get better. It's also where mommies go to bring home babies like you!"

Donnie teasingly pokes little Charlie in the belly to tickle him and Charlie squirms with glee, grabbing Don's hand and hiding his face in the crook of Don's neck as he squeals so loud Margaret worries about Donnie's hearing in that ear.

"These are Firemen. They drive the big fire trucks and rescue people from burning buildings. They climb tall ladders," Donnie puts his hand up as high as he can reach and Charlie watches, entranced. "And they use big hoses to spray water all over."

Margaret knows this idol worship can't last forever, but the look on Charlie's face is one of pure adoration, as if there was nothing his big brother couldn't do. She also knows Donnie won't be this close to his brother for much longer. He's going to get older and want more independence. As he outgrows 'baby things' as he's already starting to call them, she fears he'll outgrow Charlie as well and break her younger son's heart. It's a natural part of the evolution of siblings to drift apart with age, but as a mother, she can't help but wish for her sons to never stop loving each other the way they do now.

"These are Policemen. They track down criminals and put them in jail. They protect people from getting hurt and keep them safe from bad guys."

Donnie pantomimes shooting at bad guys and Charlie watches in awe as he acts out his own little arrest scenario.

"It's off to jail with you and you're never going to get out!" Don finishes proudly.

"The Policemen, they're not afraid of bad guys?" Charlie asks, marveling at their courage.

"They're not afraid of anything," Don brags. "Policemen are strong and smart and they always win in the end."

"Wow..." Charlie's eyes grow wide at the idea of such brave fearless men. "More!" he cries as he pats the page with a chubby hand.

Margaret sits and watches as Charlie eats up every heroic tale Don can think of. A tiny part of her wishes they were talking about knights and dragons instead of the real world of cops and robbers, but somehow she knows deep down that they understand that stories don't have to be real or fantasy as long as they know who the good guys and bad guys are.

Margaret cherishes these quiet moments and she knows her sons do as well.

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Keylaneverbelonged on January 3rd, 2006 05:14 am (UTC)
ah. thats so sweet... and so cute! great job. :)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 3rd, 2006 10:46 am (UTC)
Thank you. /hands neverbelonged some pretty romanescu broccoli so she doesn't get blamed for a sugar rush later/ ;-)
Keylaneverbelonged on January 3rd, 2006 07:22 pm (UTC)
yippy! trees! /grins/
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 3rd, 2006 10:11 pm (UTC)
Hmm...

Well, it's not like I was expecting your response to be 'you know that inspires me to write an essay comparing romanescu broccoli and the Mandelbrot set', but trees?

Well, it has been shown that fractal geometry can mathematically describe the instructions for how to grow a tree so I guess you're right. Trees!

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
cat_willow (Jan)cat_willow on January 4th, 2006 03:42 am (UTC)
I don't know where my comment wandered off to, but we were discussing Margaret's drifting in space watching her family, and you wondered if she'd be shocked by her son's incestuous relationship. You also wondered if anyone would write a fic about that.

I'll be damned (well, perhaps that's a bit harsh), but I can't remember who did just that (a feeling it was someone newish?) and can't find the fic in N_Slash. But, Margaret was still on this plane (alive) and had come down the stairs late one night to find D&C making out on the couch....

May have to ask about that one on the comm.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 4th, 2006 03:59 am (UTC)
Your original comment is over at numb3rsflashfic. That's a pet peeve of mine - comms that force you to post your fic on their site and not just link to it. Now I have comments in two places *and* two places to edit the fic if I notice a typo or something. /sigh/

I do recall a fic like that, but couldn't tell you who wrote it. When I first started reading Numb3rs slash I didn't know any of the author names and I'm only now getting up on who's who.

/tangent/ Am I the only woman who cringes at the sight of the abbreviation D&C? D/C is fine with me, but D&C just makes me shudder in a different kind of squicky way. /end tangent/

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
cat_willow (Jan)cat_willow on January 4th, 2006 05:36 am (UTC)
/tangent/ Am I the only woman who cringes at the sight of the abbreviation D&C? D/C is fine with me, but D&C just makes me shudder in a different kind of squicky way. /end tangent/

LOL! I do occasionally use "D&C" when referring to them *doing* someingthing ("D/C argued" just doesn't look right to me), but I keep forgetting that that *means* (for women) in RL. Ewwwww! I wonder what Megan writes in her field notes? ("D-man wore kevlar today, and hot little C-boy showed some skin while writing on the idiot board. Oh, and they found the bad guys, too.") *g*
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 4th, 2006 05:42 am (UTC)
Yeah, I take the time to write D and C or if I must C&D (which reminds me of Cease and Desist - also a bad thing especially in the world of fandom, but hardly as squicky as a D&C.

Megan's field notes? I smell a plot bunny! LOL!
(Then again I sense plot bunnies *everywhere*!)

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
cat_willow (Jan)cat_willow on January 4th, 2006 06:14 am (UTC)
C&D (which reminds me of Cease and Desist - also a bad thing

ROFL. It just occured to me that if a woman had a "D&C" in Numb3rs fandom, it would mean the happy lady enjoyed a 3-way! (Now if they just offered L&Cs - Lechary and Cunnilingus? - I'd be in heaven.)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 4th, 2006 07:37 am (UTC)
Maybe it should be D&C&Me for a three way. (Or CDMe!) At least that way I won't be squicked. ;-)

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
RinRin Live Action~honeyswallow on January 21st, 2006 04:50 pm (UTC)
Margaret knows this idol worship can't last forever, but the look on Charlie's face is one of pure adoration, as if there was nothing his big brother couldn't do. She also knows Donnie won't be this close to his brother for much longer.

Aww. O_o I think I even like this a little more than 1974. Cuuute! XD
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 22nd, 2006 01:37 am (UTC)
Thanks... The boys are so adorable, I love them this way...
narcasse: N3-143652narcasse on May 30th, 2007 09:44 am (UTC)
This story is sweet and cute. I like the scene that little Don told stories to little Charlie, and Charlie listened happily. Your description is so well to picture this beautiful scene.

As he outgrows 'baby things' as he's already starting to call them, she fears he'll outgrow Charlie as well and break her younger son's heart.
Poor Margaret, poor Charlie. (hug)