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26 June 2007 @ 10:33 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Track 20  
Written for eppescest Summer Porn Challenge – Sabotage
Crossposted to numb3rs_slash

Title: Track 20
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Sabotage
Summary: Charlie fears he's sent his brother to his death
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

"I sent Don to track 20."

Charlie felt the air knocked out of his chest.

Stunned, he sat trying not to panic.

He'd come to help.

Now he might be the one getting Don killed.


Once the all clear came over the radio, he bolted, running for the train yard, calling out his brother's name.

He saw David leading Frank away in handcuffs and before he could catch up to him, he saw Don standing with Terry further down.

Not caring what anyone thought, he practically tackled Don in his rush to embrace him.

"I thought you were going to die," he babbled, unable to hold back any longer. "I thought I sent you out to die."

Don patted his back gently. "It's okay, Charlie. I didn't die. I'm okay. Everyone's okay."

Undeterred, Charlie clung to his brother.

"We can handle Frank," he heard Terry whisper softly behind him. "Why don't you take Charlie home?"

He felt Don nod and heard Terry's footsteps walking away.

Once she was gone, Charlie felt Don's arms tighten around him.

"It's okay, buddy," he said softly. "I was scared too."

"I only just got you back. I don't want to lose you," Charlie stammered. "But first I get you shot and now I almost get you blown up... I can't do this..."

"Shh..." Don soothed. "You did not get me shot. You did not get me blown up. You helped us stop some really bad guys. Remember that." Charlie relaxed, but only a little. "My job is dangerous, but you help keep me safe," Don assured him. "I always come out better for having you on my side."

Charlie finally loosened his stranglehold and allowed Don to pull back a little and look at him.

Charlie surreptitiously wiped his eyes and looked at the ground.

"I'm sorry, I got kind of carried away."

"Don't worry about it," Don said, smoothing his hair tenderly. "Just let me drive you home, okay?"

Charlie nodded and Don slung an arm around his neck as he led him to the SUV.

"I need to grab my bag," Charlie said, gesturing back to the main building.

"You do that and I'll bring the car around."

With a quick squeeze to the back of his neck, Don let his hand fall and Charlie took off in the other direction.


After grabbing his stuff and saying his goodbyes, Charlie rushed out to the main entrance and jumped into Don's waiting Suburban.

Don had his dark sunglasses on and his expression was unreadable.

Charlie busied himself with putting his bag down by his feet and taking his jacket off. His knee bounced with agitation and his hands fidgeted for lack of touch.

They'd only gone a few miles when Don made a sharp turn and pulled the car behind what looked like an abandoned warehouse.

Charlie asked the obvious question with his expression, but Don's answer was simply to remove his sunglasses.

Charlie drew a quick breath as Don's gaze took him in. The tension, the fear, the need was all there on his face.

Don leaned over, took Charlie's face in his hands and kissed him, hard and desperate. The threat of death had apparently left Don with a hunger for reassurance as well.

Wordlessly they broke apart and moved to the back seat, Don covering Charlie's body with his own, unable to stop touching him, kissing him, assuring himself of his presence.

"Was so afraid..." Charlie mumbled between kisses.

"Can't lose you..." Don buried a hand in Charlie's hair, breathing hard as he nestled his face in his brother's warm neck. He ground down against him, denim against denim, making them both groan. He lifted up enough to undo both their pants and pushed his own down as Charlie did the same.

When their bodies met again, their cocks slid against each other between them, and Don grasped Charlie by the arm to pull himself against him.

Charlie's head fell back, relishing the friction between them and the feel of Don's mouth ravishing his neck.

"Not enough," Don complained in his ear. "Need more..."

He extricated himself and sat up, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside.

Charlie kicked off his shoes and stripped the rest of the way while Don shoved his pants down further and sat facing front on the seat, reaching into the console for lubricant.

Charlie took it from him and quickly prepared himself as Don waited impatiently - hands roaming over bare skin in anticipation. He straddled Don's thighs and after a bit of adjusting, Don held the head of his cock in place as Charlie sank down onto it.

"Oh, god..." Don's mouth fell open as they came together in one fluid motion.

Charlie trembled at the overwhelming sensation, unable to continue at first. Urged on by Don's insistent hands at his hips, he rose up only to sink down on Don's cock again with delicious slowness.

His hands went to Don's chest, losing himself in the soft chest hair covering toned pecs.

He felt Don's hands cup his ass and encourage him to go faster so he tensed his thighs and rose up more rapidly, eagerly submitting himself to the rhythm Don's body demanded of him.

Shifting slightly, Don moved to plant his feet firmly on the floor then bucked his hips up on Charlie's down stroke - slamming into him.

The force and new angle caused a flood of ecstasy to rush through him and his control faltered. Don held him in place as he drove into him, leaving Charlie almost helpless as lightning bolts of pleasure assailed him with each thrust.

Somehow his hand made it to his own straining cock and he enclosed his fist around the head, already close to the edge.

"Fuck... Charlie..."

Don drove into him gracelessly for a few more strokes as Charlie felt himself start to come in his hand. The tension telegraphed through his body as Charlie spasmed, quick shallow gasps echoing the waves of bliss ricocheting through him. Don fell in with him, clutching Charlie to him as he emptied himself of fear, worry and tension before relaxing limp, arms wrapped loosely around his lover.

"Don't you ever leave me," Charlie whispered in his ear as he slumped against Don, warm in his embrace. "Not like that."

"Promise," Don replied, tightening his hold on him. "Definitely not like that..." He paused for a moment then pressed a kiss into Charlie's curls. "I love you," he said quietly.

"I love you too..." Charlie replied.


At the gathering at the house later, he'd made a show of telling Terry about the Fibonacci sequence.

Amita had watched from across the room and Charlie had found himself glancing over there from time to time, watching her talk to Don.

When he finally sat back down, his gaze returned to Don.

He'd stopped a madman from blowing up nuclear material.

The gravity of that hit Charlie hard and he looked at Don anew, in a sort of awe.

Amita seemed to think his gaze was for her, but once he caught Don's eye, he knew.

And that was all that mattered.


Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 27th, 2007 05:35 am (UTC)
I confess the first draft of this was written under the influence of Morpheus.

I *never* nod off outside of my own bed and often it takes a minor miracle to sleep even when I *am* in bed. (I try to seduce the Oneiromancer, but he refuses to be my lover... /sigh/) But I really wanted to finish this fic before it ended up being yet another dead in the water partial fic that the muse abandons just as the porn is about to start. /headdesk/ So I forced myself up past the point of good sense and past the point where the sleeping pills were at their strongest and got it done.

Of course the resulting fic was pretty lame. Ugh.

My lovely slashwife Mel, whom I adore for her gentle kindness, read it and managed to find a nice way to tell me it could use a good polish without hurting my feelings at all. ;-)

Hopefully the polish was enough. It's still a bit melodramatic since Charlie didn't even react like this during UP at the scene, but I like to think he was in shock in UP and having so recently had his P vs. NP freakout he was primed for a bit of a meltdown as of Sabotage.

(Don't even get me started on the whole episode order thing...)

FWIW, I imagine that in the universe of this story, Don and Charlie have history from when they are young, separate in adulthood and after the events of UP reunite as lovers. Since Sabotage is not that far past UP in airing sequence it's still pretty new to Charlie, as is him working with Don at all, so he's still worried about it all coming crashing down on him. The loss of his mother is still pretty raw at this point, so Don getting shot then almost getting blown up is worth a bit of a freakout, IMHO.

Just not as much as I wrote, so mea culpa. Hehehe


Emma DeMarais
riverotter1951: north American river otterriverotter1951 on June 27th, 2007 05:43 am (UTC)
Track 20
I like the way you told a story between what we saw on the screen. The interaction between Don and Charlie shows how they have matured and can work together without all the tension of their high school years. The years when each followed his own path has enabled them to return home when Margaret was dying and cope with a matured relationship.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 27th, 2007 06:30 pm (UTC)
Re: Track 20

This one was a bit unusual. Usually I do a missing scene or a post ep, including canon as I'm able, but this had bookends (my fave!) where I reused canon scenes and then sandwiched a missing scene between them. /shrugs/ I rarely analyze this stuff before or as I write it. I often look up at the end and realize I *have* bookends. LOL! On several occasions readers have commented on literary devices I used in stories that I hadn't even consciously realized I'd put in, yet I had. Go figure.

Someone said once the most realistic Don/Charlie is based on a previous relationship and I can kind of see that. It certainly helps in writing fic to not have to start from scratch, that's for sure!

Glad you liked it...
Cynthia: CD Holding Charlie Down by angeliksmall1trackmind on June 27th, 2007 07:38 am (UTC)
*hugs* More sweet!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 27th, 2007 06:22 pm (UTC)
Hee! Perhaps I should put a diabetic alert in my next Confession! ;-)
andi: Don & Charlie hugadmiralandrea on June 27th, 2007 07:56 am (UTC)
Well, I didn't think it was too frantic or overblown. Charlie's reaction seems pretty in-character to how he is in the early part of S1, right up to Counterfeit Reality, at least.

And I always thought in that scene at the end of Sabotage, Don and Charlie were eyeing each other and Amita was invisible *g*
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 27th, 2007 06:20 pm (UTC)

I think that might have been one of the first documented Eppes eyefucks in the series. /grins/

It's funny... In Season 3 when Charlie said "I love working with my brother" I flashed back to the tone of voice and the look on his face in Season 1 - mostly Sabotage - and realized how much I missed DK acting like that, like *Charlie* as we know and love him. /sigh/

I guess I kind of miss the P vs NP garage fic, you know? It had so much more drama and emotion...
andi: Don head downadmiralandrea on June 27th, 2007 07:21 pm (UTC)
You might be right!

And that line in therapy - he was so going to say "I love my brother", until Don interrupted him with that sharp look. And I loved Bradford's earlier line about Don choosing his words carefully when discussing Charlie *g*

Charlie has got a little too confident now. RM mentioned in an interview, he'd like more conflict and character development in S4, and I hope that he gets his way, as I love those moments. Like the scene in Assassin, where they're arguing over Aunt Irene's party, or the whole Val thing in Soft Target. We saw it a bit in Rampage, but I think that was the last time...

I'm not too keen on angst, over much, as I see *way* too much of that in my job, IRL, but some is good.
Karen: numb3rs charliebyrons_brain on June 27th, 2007 10:11 am (UTC)
Yummy, poor ickle Charlie.... obviously he needs far more sex...
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on June 27th, 2007 06:23 pm (UTC)
Bwahahaha! My dear, I fear enough Charlie!sex for you might kill the real thing! Hee! (Thank god for fic, eh? Hehehe)
Maria: love cardsthepuppeteer on February 1st, 2009 05:59 pm (UTC)
Mmm. Sexy and romantic in one. A winning combination :D