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03 April 2007 @ 11:25 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Scenes From a Weekend  
Posted to numb3rs_slash


Title: Scenes From a Weekend
Pairing/Characters: Don/Ian, William Bradford
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Spree, Two Daughters, One Hour, Pandora's Box
Summary: Don has a session with his therapist and recalls the weekend with Ian
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


"How was your weekend?"

William Bradford gave Don a subtle appraising look, handing him a cup of coffee as the agent vainly attempted to stifle a yawn.

"Fine," Don managed mid-yawn. He stopped for a second and smiled to himself. "Good, actually."

Ian's hand on his arm as he opened his car door to leave.

"Don..."

The invitation in his tone, the pressure of his fingers on his bicep, the look when Don stopped and turned to face him...


They settled into their normal chairs as the therapy session began.

"That's good to hear. I felt like we made some headway in our last session. I was hoping you'd spent some time thinking about what we discussed."

Don stared into his coffee for a moment.

"I did. I thought a lot about it."

"Mind giving me a lift?"

Don licked his lips, not sure what to say.

A palpable heat radiated off Ian's body and hit him in waves, leaving him unsteady on his feet.

He cocked his head towards the passenger side.

"Sure. Hop in."


"About your trust issues?" William asked.

"I guess," Don said with a shrug. "About why I am the way I am. Why I reacted like that."

"Why you feel the need to always be in charge," William prompted.

Don shifted in his seat.

"Yeah... That too..."

The familiarity of his key in his hand at his apartment door.

The unfamiliar presence of Ian looming behind him, waiting.

The door opened.


"You seemed to feel like you were responsible for everything."

"Well, I'm the boss. I am responsible."

"Not for everything." William sat back in his seat. "Regardless, you've become resentful of this role. Angry..."

"Hit me."

Ian faced him in the living room.

"What?"

"You know you want to. You were all pissed off at me and you need to get over it."

"Ian..."

"Hit me."


"I guess so. I mean I know I got angry, but I'm still not sure why exactly."

"Because you resent others having it so easy while you always had to do it the hard way?"

"I never said that."

He had been pissed - seriously pissed. He thought Ian had broken the unwritten code and turned him in. Knowing Ian hadn't should have erased that anger entirely, but it didn't.

Somehow Ian knew that anger was still inside of him and needed to come out.

His hand clenched into a fist of its own accord.

He swung.

The punch connected.


"Maybe it's because you feel you're better than everyone else on your team. They don't measure up to your standards. They might make you look bad."

Don's mouth tightened into a grim line as he tensed.

"You're trying to get a rise out of me."

One punch erupted into a brawl.

They were on the floor grappling in seconds.

Ian almost pinned him twice, but Don fought back hard, trying to get the upper hand.


"So your problem isn't trust, it's anger management?" William egged him on. "Control issues?"

"You're crossing a line here," Don warned, his tone fierce.

"Crossing a line is what you did when you sent Ian Edgerton in to work over Buck Winters!"

"I did what needed to be done to save a fellow agent's life!" Don yelled.

Don rallied all his reserve energy for one final all out assault.

It wasn't enough.

Ian was still stronger.

Ian pinned him to the floor.


"If I had done things differently Megan might be dead now!"

"If you had done things differently Crystal Hoyle might still be alive."

"She chose to turn her car into a bomb and aim it at federal agents!"

"We'll never know if she could have been caught peacefully before that, now will we?"

Trapped under Ian's muscular frame Don writhed in protest.

"Now I'm in charge," Ian whispered in his ear.

An odd feeling washed over Don, a sense of peace almost.

He surrendered.


"She wanted to die! Suicide by cop!"

"That doesn't mean you had to oblige her."

"If it didn't end out there on the road it would have ended the same way somewhere else. She wasn't going to let us put her in jail."

"She could have died by her own hand then."

"Do you want me to say it? Fine. I'm glad she's dead!"

"But are you glad you're the one who killed her?"

The testosterone energy of the fight remained, swirling around them as they panted for air.

Ian still lay on top of him, hands pressing his shoulders into the floor, weight heavy against him.

As he shifted, their cocks brushed against each other.

Don let out an involuntary little gasp.


"I did my job! Ian would have shot her himself! Any of us would have to stop her!"

"You didn't answer my question! Are you glad you're the one who killed her?"

"Better me than anyone else on my team! I wouldn't wish that on them!"

"Forget your team! This is about you!"

They erupted into a flurry of activity again, only this time it wasn't a fight.

Hands tore at clothes. Shirts were flung aside, jeans hurriedly opened and shoved down.

Ian kept Don under him, grabbing both their cocks in one large hand and stroking them roughly.


"What do you want me to say? That I'm a killer? That I like being a killer? That I'm no better than the scum I put in jail? What the hell do you want from me?"

"I want you to tell me the truth! I want you to tell yourself the truth!"

"You want the truth? I'll tell you the damn truth!"

Despite Ian's hand pumping his cock, Don strained, failing to find release.

His fingers scrabbled for purchase on Ian's sweat slicked skin, seeking more.

"Stop struggling," Ian growled.

He shifted so his forearm lay across Don's windpipe, the pressure enough threat to still him.

Totally at Ian's mercy, Don just let go.


"I hate it! Every time I shoot someone I hate myself! I hate that the FBI made me a killer! It goes against everything I believe in! They made me like this when all I wanted to do was save people!"

Don's cell phone split the charged air with an intrusive ring. He ripped it off his belt in a fit of rage and threw it across the room with the force of a line drive, shattering the glass front of a cabinet.

Don's head fell back as Ian took full control of his body - claiming it as fought for and hard won.

Mouth, fingers, the brush of skin against skin... All there was was sensation. Every nerve ending was alive, waiting for Ian to deliver him into mindless bliss.

Ian bit down hard on his neck and he came apart.

White light exploded behind his eyes and he stiffened as a guttural yell was wrenched from the very core of his being.


Don stood breathing hard in the middle of William's office, finally coming back to his senses.

William made a note on his pad of paper.

"Well, now we're making some real progress."

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on April 4th, 2007 06:47 am (UTC)
Confession
I confess I am not a fan of italics in fic.

I guess my muse decided she was. (At least for this fic anyway.)

This is another of my experiments and it was a bit hard to write, but I am glad to finally have something other than a drabble to post. I rarely get to post at numb3rs_slash so that and the fact this is a rare Don/Ian is cause for a bit of celebration.

The title was inspired by Scenes from a Marriage. Maybe one day I will actually see that movie. ;-)

And I admit, I had to look up the name of the therapist in IMDB. I honestly had no clue what his name was. I am assuming since they didn't put him down as Dr. Bradford that he's the level of therapist that doesn't require a Ph.D. to practice.

Very special thanks to betas sororcula and iolsai for their assistance with this fic.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
andi: Don peering over sunglassesadmiralandrea on April 4th, 2007 07:11 am (UTC)
Wow, that left me breathless! Pretty darn hot and pretty darn thought-provoking as well. I love your analysis of Don in this and that Ian sees what he needs and gives it to him... Great work!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on April 4th, 2007 07:51 pm (UTC)
And this left me happy!

Comments like this encourage me to keep experimenting. I worry if things don't work and not even the assurances of multiple betas is enough to dissuade me.

This is how I hoped people would see the fic: not too distracted by Ian to see the analysis and not too disrupted by the therapist to enjoy the porn.

So, yay! Go you! Thank you so much for a perfect comment!

/puts out a plate of cupcakes for andi/
andiadmiralandrea on April 5th, 2007 06:28 am (UTC)
No, definitely a perfect balance.

:grabs plate of cupcakes and scuttles into hiding, looking around furtively:
Karen: numb3rs ianbyrons_brain on April 4th, 2007 09:58 am (UTC)
This is FANTASTIC!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on April 4th, 2007 07:52 pm (UTC)
Iconage!

One of the perks of writing Ian is all the great Ian icons come out of hiding. This one is awesome!

I'm so glad you liked this.

Thanks!
shaan_lienshaan_lien on April 4th, 2007 02:14 pm (UTC)
he's probably a psychotherapist from the way the conversation went. But you seemed to stay true to his "methodology" very well. I didn't know his name either and didn't know who you were talking about when you had his name at the intro of this fic. I liked this, though i'm not crazy about the ian/don thing, but since you wrote it i thought 'why not'.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on April 4th, 2007 08:14 pm (UTC)
It's hard to say what he might be since his words are not that of a therapist, but of a TV writer. /grins/

I did try to stay true to his voice and approach on the show, almost to the point where I kind of felt like I was borrowing a bit too much, but he is only a supporting player in this fic - a facilitator for Don's self-discovery.

I liked this, though i'm not crazy about the ian/don thing, but since you wrote it i thought 'why not'.

Now that - to me - is high praise: when someone gives me a chance with a pairing they might not normally read. Thank you for that.

In fairness, if you tell me what you do like I will direct you to other fic of mine you might like better. If you are more into Het than Slash I will let you know I am about to post a list of all my Het fic over at the new numb3rs_het comm started by my lovely friend sororcula. I also have a new Don/Liz I will be posting there soon which is quite enjoyable, if I do say so myself. :-)

Thanks again for reading and for your insightful comment.

-Emma
shaan_lienshaan_lien on April 13th, 2007 05:43 am (UTC)
I think i've read most of your works anyway, but thank you. I'll check out the comm you mentioned.

I think they started off by telling you just what kind of a psychologist Bradford(?) was going to be when he said he was going to write Don off because he was nursing a hangover.
One Part Exuberance; Two Parts Obsession: edgertonpenguingal on April 4th, 2007 02:21 pm (UTC)
IAN! Ian Ian Ian. <3

I really like the structure of this. And teh_hott is always good. ;)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on April 4th, 2007 08:22 pm (UTC)
Hee! I thought this one might get your attention!

There's just not enough love Ian in the world.

And if you liked the structure of it, it must be good, so I can rest easy now.

Thank you!
Abbie Strehlow: Don Protectorknotted_rose on April 4th, 2007 03:20 pm (UTC)
This was good. I liked it. I'm generally not a fan of italics either, but it worked in this story. And getting further inside Don's head is always yummy. (as is Ian!) Thanks for this!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on April 4th, 2007 08:26 pm (UTC)
I don't really know why it is I don't like italics in stories, but then I can't explain this thing I have against commas either. /grins/ Call me eccentric. Hehehe

I really liked the analysis parts of this, so much so I am kind of intrigued by the idea of writing a therapy session or two just to get back into his head. Just straight gen - all Don all the time.

Which is - as you so aptly stated - yummy. :-)

Thank you!
perhaps some frottage is in order: Don h0rs bitesororcula on April 4th, 2007 06:00 pm (UTC)
Obviously I've already told you how much I love this, but I read it again and enjoyed it even more this time. Good job. :-)

(I am an italics fiend, so I had no problem with the structure/layout, heh.)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on April 4th, 2007 08:28 pm (UTC)
I was hoping the edits I did after you saw it made a difference. I like the new version much better.

Bad me for editing *after* beta, but I'm quite the rogue. /snicker/

Thanks again for your feedback on this one.
Cynthia: DI Deep Desire by angeliksmall1trackmind on April 4th, 2007 08:50 pm (UTC)
Oh very nice. I really liked how you combined the therapy session with Don's flashbacks with Ian.

I may have tweaked this line a bit: "You want the truth? I'll tell you the damn truth!"

But really, this was very well done. The pacing and the tension were great. I think this is one of my favorite pieces you've written.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on April 4th, 2007 08:58 pm (UTC)
Wow, really? Damn, I need to experiment more often! Hee!

I wasn't crazy about that line, mostly because I kept hearing Jack Nicholson in my head screaming "You can't handle the truth!" and that was quite annoying. I just couldn't seem to come up with anything else so I let it go. Ahh well... The muse is an odd creature, but I do as she says. /grins/

Your rare praise is treasured. Thank you for making me feel so good.
Cynthia: CD Hugs by angeliksmall1trackmind on April 4th, 2007 09:42 pm (UTC)
I kept hearing Jack Nicholson in my head screaming "You can't handle the truth!"

Me too!

Thank you for making me feel so good.

You definitely deserve it! *hugs*
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on April 4th, 2007 09:52 pm (UTC)
Me too!

/headdesk/

I can only hope not that many people have seen that movie...

Thank again, hon.
DarkEly: Don contemplativeelysium1996 on April 4th, 2007 11:34 pm (UTC)
WOW a long fic from you!!

Sorry I haven't commented in a long time anyway not much I can say about this except high praise.

I can imagine Don chucking that 'damn' phone across the room.

Fave line! (and he does just have to let go.)

Totally at Ian's mercy, Don just let go.
Nicelyobsessed: DonIan targetnicelyobsessed on April 5th, 2007 09:52 am (UTC)
Brillant!
The flashback was very intense.
irena_adler: Edgertonirena_adler on April 7th, 2007 03:19 pm (UTC)
Yay, Ian got Don to let go and then Bradford got him to as well - Progress indeed! My favorite bit was Ian claiming Don as hard fought for and won.

I'm not a big fan of italics-interspersed fics, but this one worked pretty well, though it wasn't clear to me if Don was thinking these scenes when talking to Bradford (and if so, was a little too coherant ;)) or if they were a sort of flashback (I just typed 'slashback' *giggle). As for hating a particular punctuation, I have a phobia of colons and semi-colons in fiction. :D
flitshadowflameflitshadowflame on June 6th, 2007 10:22 am (UTC)
^.^ I have a confession to make.

I skipped the italics the first time through so I could save them for last. Sorry the fun of layering a flashback on a conversation was sort of lost on me.

Have to say; I liked the italics part better...not just for the pr0n. mainly for the Ian. I always love the Ian...
boymommytotwo: purple flowersboymommytotwo on March 7th, 2008 01:35 pm (UTC)
omg
boymommytotwoboymommytotwo on March 7th, 2008 01:38 pm (UTC)
oh, and btw, i loved the italics. it totally worked and while i was addicted to them, :inhales hard:, i love how you weaved the story with bradford. don's journey with himself is such a treacherous (sp?) road...
t_vo0810: charlie and dont_vo0810 on October 10th, 2009 05:34 am (UTC)
mmm i love a good dom/sub fic but my favs are when the dom/sub interaction is actually thoughtful about what the sub needs or wants and why they need it rather than being about the domination itself. and this fic hit that kink quite nicely. i think it takes alot of comprehension of the dom/sub dynamic to be able to write a controlled leader like Don as the sub and have it come off believable, so brava to you emma. your experiment with italic-y flashbacks worked quite quite well! and it was as hot as hell. :)