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audrarose ([personal profile] audrarose) wrote2005-06-17 08:18 am

FIC: Belief, Numb3rs: Charlie, Don

Someday... Numb3rs smut. *clears throat in direction of vacationing future co-author*

I'm learning that gifted children grow up very quickly. I thought I'd give Charlie's viewpoint a shot.

Title: Belief
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Charlie and Don are in it...
Rating: Everyone *sigh*
Summary: Charlie. Don. Basketball. Faith.




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Belief by Audra Rose



C: I wish we could just make Dad stay in the house for a couple of weeks.
D: Yeah, well, good luck with that.
C: What? I’ve gone months without leaving the house.
-- Vector


The motion of the basketball in the x direction equals velocity in the x direction times time. The motion in the y direction equals velocity in the y direction times time minus gravity divided by two times time squared.
-- part of the equation describing a free-throw

C: This is truth; the math proves it.
-- Dirty Bomb




Charlie first figured out the equation when he was nine. Mom had said that every kid needed fresh air and exercise, and that if he sat hunched over his calculus text book any longer he’d grow up with his shoulders in a permanent slump. Argument had been pointless. The next thing he’d known he’d found himself alone on the driveway with a basketball in his hands, listening to the cicadas buzzing fretfully in the late afternoon haze.

Figuring out the equations for the velocity vectors by himself had been the hard part, since he knew his mom would get mad if he went inside to look them up, but after accounting for time and gravity, it was simple algebra.

7.6 meters per second. An angle of 60 degrees. Nothing but net.

It didn’t work, of course. It turned out that the equation was correct but the application presented difficulties. Between nine and twenty-nine he’d realized that there were real-world variables that marred the simple elegance of mathematics on paper; things like wind, which could be measured, and the human element, which was far more difficult to describe. The exact angle couldn’t be measured by eye, and the application of force came through muscles that couldn’t be controlled perfectly every time. Even so, over the years he tried to account for the changing length of arm, the increased density of muscle. Fatigue. Backspin.

“It shouldn’t take this long to set up a free throw, Charlie.”

Distraction.

Charlie ignored Don and watched the basketball leave his hands, arcing toward the backboard in a perfect parabola.

The arc broke when Don slapped the ball out of the air, dribbled it twice and took a shot. The harsh reverberation of the back board as the ball careened off into the bushes went through Charlie like an electric shock.

“The shot clock ran out about five minutes ago.”

Charlie looked at Don in irritation and then retrieved the basketball from the begonias without a word.

“What have you done all day, Charlie?” Don’s voice had taken on that tone; the one that was tolerant but strung with tension and meant the question he was asking had nothing to do with the answer he was looking for.

Charlie shrugged, bounced the ball once. “This.”

“Uh-huh. And yesterday?”

Charlie stood and held the ball at his waist. He had to think.

“Laundry.”

“Okay.” Don took the ball again and held it between his forearm and his hip. There was a crease between Don’s brows, and if Charlie added that to Don’s tone of voice that always meant Charlie had done something. “When was the last time you left the house? Or the yard?” Don added, forestalling Charlie’s objection.

Charlie couldn’t answer that because he honestly couldn’t remember. He’d taught his last class in May, given finals, turned in his grades…

“What’s the date?”

Don’s sigh was particularly long-suffering. “You know, it might be time to get out some. There’s a whole world out there – actual people you could talk to.”

Charlie shrugged and took the basketball back. “I guess.”

“Aren’t you bored?” Don sounded really irritated now, and Charlie realized that he was probably going to have to spend some time working on this problem.

“Not really. What does it matter anyway?” he asked, dribbling the ball around the place where the concrete had started to crumble. “Classes don’t start again until August.”

“It matters, Charlie. Every time you do this you make Dad worry and then he makes me crazy. You have to look outside your little world sometimes, you know?”

“My little world?” Charlie smirked, found the line and shot the basket ball again. Off the rim, this time. Distraction increased the margin of error, obviously. “You make it sound like I’ve got imaginary friends or something.”

“You’ve never had imaginary friends.” Don made it sound like that was a bad thing. He’d taken the rebound and started to dribble again, like maybe they could get on with the game. Charlie moved around him, trying to block Don’s shot.

“I bet you never believed that there were elves that turned the milk blue, either,” Don said with his back to Charlie, moving toward the basket.

“That was Dad with food coloring,” Charlie said, laughing, reaching around Don’s waist.

“Yeah, but I wasn't sure about that until I was eight. What about the rest of it?”

“The rest of what?” Charlie was beginning to wonder at Don’s vehemence. Don feinted left and pivoted around Charlie, sinking the basket without consulting physics. He turned to Charlie, and Charlie realized that the game was on hold again.

“You never took anything on faith; you just looked for the flaws in the logic. Like when I told you the dinosaurs at La Brea came out of the tar pits at night. You showed me the viscosity equation for tar and said that it was impossible.”

“It is impossible, even if they weren’t dead. And hey, you were trying to scare me.”

“That’s just an example, Charlie. Kids are supposed to believe in stuff like Kermit the Frog and Santa Claus, whether it’s true or not.”

“Well, you didn’t believe in Santa Claus, either.” Charlie pointed out.

Don ignored him.

“That story mom told us about Elijah’s violin, The Wizard of Oz – you never believed in any of it, did you?” Don demanded.

Charlie reflected. It seemed as though he’d always known that a soap bubble didn’t have enough mass to support a person’s weight. That Kermit was made of inanimate felt, that giant reptiles were ages gone. And that sound waves couldn’t be suspended in wood.

He imagined what it would have been like to believe in beautiful impossibilities.

“I think… I think I would have liked to,” Charlie said softly.

That took something out of Don, deflated his anger somehow. He sat on the wall, and after a minute Charlie joined him, resting the basket ball on his knees.

Don looked toward the koi pond and Charlie absently bounced the ball between his sneakers.

“So you believed in all that stuff?” Charlie asked after a minute.

“For awhile, yeah.” Don said, still sounding a little tired.

Not for the first time Charlie wondered why Don made the choice he did; how he went from a kid who could believe in fairy tales to a man defined by a profession so firmly rooted in reality.

“Do you remember that time I told you that tree-gnomes lived inside acorns?” Don asked after a minute. “You must have been five, maybe six?”

“I believed you that time,” Charlie said, brightening. “I really did.”

“For about five minutes, you believed me. Then you ran to mom and made her pry one open for you.” Charlie remembered holding his breath, watching her hands.

“You know,” Don said, his expression distant, “I think at that minute, she would have given just about anything in the world to open that acorn and find a gnome inside for you.”

Judging by the look on his face, maybe Don would have, too.

Charlie looked away, down at the ground. It seemed like he was always finding out the price everyone paid for the gift he’d been given was higher than he knew. He wished that at the time he’d known enough to pretend.

“Forget it, Charlie,” Don said, laying his hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “You’re right; it doesn’t matter. It’s just – the world I grew up in had a lot more magic in it. I wish you could have believed it for awhile.”

The perfect free throw could be exactly described by physics but only human muscle memory could make it work. Don had wanted him to believe in gnomes in the back yard but never let him forget that there was a whole world past the fence. Charlie found some things very easy to believe in.

He shoved his shoulder against Don’s.

“Let’s get out of here. I’ll buy you lunch.”

He saw the beginnings of Don’s slow smile. “Okay. But somewhere good this time. Not that crappy taco stand.”

“I’ll let you pick.”

Charlie stood and threw the ball. 7.6 meters per second. An angle of 60 degrees. Nothing but net.

End

[identity profile] misanthrope7842.livejournal.com 2005-06-17 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
“I bet you never believed that there were elves that turned the milk blue, either,” Don said with his back to Charlie, moving toward the basket.

“That was Dad with food coloring,” Charlie said, laughing, reaching around Don’s waist.

“Yeah, but I wasn't sure about that until I was eight. What about the rest of it?”


Oh! Oh, how much did I love this? I always believed in that kind of stuff. (I still half-way do.) and I love how you captured the... wistfulness of it without going over-the-top. Beautiful. (especially since I just spent the past hour going over my tapes to make sure I have all the episodes.)

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-06-20 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much - I'm thrilled that you liked it!

without going over-the-top

phew! *g* I was worried, you know? It's kind of a fine line. :)

especially since I just spent the past hour going over my tapes to make sure I have all the episodes.)

Yay!
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[identity profile] dsudis.livejournal.com 2005-06-17 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Awww! This is beautiful Don-and-Charlie, and I love Don's frustration in wanting Charlie to both grow up and be the kid brother he never quite was--and Charlie's slowly dawning understanding that other people need him for more than math.

[identity profile] schnaucl.livejournal.com 2005-06-17 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I couldn't have said it any better. Beautifully done.

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[identity profile] perpet-fic.livejournal.com 2005-06-17 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
This was perfect. I was labeled "gifted" myself at a very young age, and pretty quickly stopped believing in all the really fun stuff. However, thanks to a very active imagination, I always kind of wondered. I like that you've shown us what Charlie was thinking as he was growing up with a very logical mind. And I like that you showed us just how much he wanted to believe in all the magic that he could disprove. It's very sweet and poignant and comforting, in a way.

Great job.

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-06-20 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much - I'm so glad that you liked it! I have a gifted kid in my life, and that's made Charlie quite fascinating to me. I really appreciate the comment. :)
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Awww...

[personal profile] starwatcher 2005-06-17 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
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I'm all misty-eyed. That was so sweet, but more -- comfortable -- between the two brothers, even with the tad of irritation/worry that Don is feeling.

"It’s just -- the world I grew up in had a lot more magic in it. I wish you could have believed it for awhile.”

and

Don had wanted him to believe in gnomes in the back yard but never let him forget that there was a whole world past the fence.

Those are just beautiful, and describes it in a nutshell. Absolutely lovely; this one is already saved on my HD. Thank you.

And now, may I point out a couple of beta things?

Charlie first figured out the equation out when he was nine. Either use of 'out' is correct, but you don't need both.

'Basket ball' is one word. (You have it as one in several places, but as two in several other places.)

margin of error , - that sneaky space slipped in before the comma.

(And if I've overstepped, let me know. I can point out the minor glitches privately, or not at all, if you prefer.)
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Re: Awww...

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-06-20 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
hee! I'm thrilled that you enjoyed it - I'm having fun writing these two. :)

And if I've overstepped, let me know

Not at all. *g* I appreciate the catch - I usually only have my long stuff beta'd, so it's nice to get another pair of eyes on it. :)

[identity profile] merryish.livejournal.com 2005-06-17 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I? Love you.


Also, can take or leave smut. Don't sweat it!

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-06-20 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
*bg* Thank you! Very much appreciated. :)

(And your icon continues to kill me. *loves*)
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[identity profile] dubhartach.livejournal.com 2005-06-17 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
It seemed like he was always finding out the price everyone paid for the gift he’d been given was higher than he knew. He wished that at the time he’d known enough to pretend. is just perfect Charlie. Wonderful connection to themes in the episodes and just 2 lovely sentances.

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-06-20 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much! *bg* It was fun to give Charlie POV a try. :)

[identity profile] amywyn.livejournal.com 2005-06-17 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I love this. It's so... wistful, I guess is what I'm looking for. For Don, I think, can't decide whether to feel sorry for himself and his parents for missing out on that sense of wonder in Charlie, or for Charlie for never having had it. By the end, though, it looks like he feels worse for Charlie.

“You know,” Don said, his expression distant, “I think at that minute, she would have given just about anything in the world to open that acorn and find a gnome inside for you.”

Judging by the look on his face, maybe Don would have, too.

Charlie looked away, down at the ground. It seemed like he was always finding out the price everyone paid for the gift he’d been given was higher than he knew. He wished that at the time he’d known enough to pretend.


That just made me want to hug both of them.

*sniffle*

You know, if you ever do get around to the smut, it's going to be a beautiful thing. :)

Kisses...

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-06-20 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I'm so glad that you liked it! At some point I'd really like to do actual slash, but everything keeps turning out gen. *bg*

[identity profile] katma.livejournal.com 2005-06-17 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
That was just beautiful. The relationship between the brothers was so perfectly illustrated. I loved Don's alternating irritation of and wistfulness for his so-very-different little brother. I was very impressed by the way you showcased how Charlie's growing up was so logical, and how that's both happy and sad--for Charlie and for the people who love him. And this:

"You know,"Don said, his expression distant, "I think at that minute, she would have given just about anything in the world to open that acorn and find a gnome inside for you."
Judging by the look on his face, maybe Don would have, too.


was just perfect. You could just *feel* Don in those lines. So yeah, wow. Great job!

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-06-20 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much! Don, to me, seems like such a burdened character, does that make sense? I find him just as fascinating as Charlie in so many ways. I'm so glad that you thought the characterization worked! :)

[identity profile] castalie.livejournal.com 2005-06-17 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, seriously, the smut? Is so not necessary. Smut is fine, but with fics like this one, who needs smut? It was a beautiful fic - like I knew it would be, I mean, come on, it's from you, right? I love the interaction, the musing, the glimpst into their childhood and into Charlie's head... it was beautifully written, really.

Also, the line that really got to me is the following: "I think at that minute, she would have given just about anything in the world to open that acorn and find a gnome inside for you", I mean, the whole story got to me but that line in particular? Really resonated with me for some reason. I just pictured the scene of this mother who wanted nothing more but give magic to his son, knowing she couldn't and just... wow.

Also also, no seriously? You're looking for a smutty co-author? Well you know what I mean lol

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-06-20 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, you are such a doll and I love you. *bg* I'm so glad that you liked it, hon - and you know, you picked out the scene that really was the big one for me? That happened - my son told my daughter (not even 3 at the time) that there were fairies inside flower buds, and she wanted me to open one and show her. She believed it and wanted it - I could just see it on her little face and I think I would have done anything, anything, anything to make it real. (I told her they were invisible. I just couldn't break her heart, you know?)

Anyway, thank you for your lovely comments - I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. *hugs*

PS The smut eludes me on this one. *g* I need a mentor. :)

[identity profile] justabi.livejournal.com 2005-06-17 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
You know, you really do have a way with capturing Charlie. Gifted children, people think they lose something by not believing in Santa or fairies, but the world never loses its magic if the magic is math or science or things that don't go away when you grow up.

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-06-20 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
That's a lovely way to put it, I think. The challenge is to keep the wonder, no matter what it's focused on.

Thank you so much for commenting!

[identity profile] vamysteryfan.livejournal.com 2005-06-17 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
This was just incredibly lovely and moving. WHo needs smut when you write stories like this

(and also I can't read NUMB3RS smut so would much rather you just kept writing stories like these)

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-06-20 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm thrilled that you liked it - and what a nice thing to say! Thanks! *hugs*

[identity profile] missmollyetc.livejournal.com 2005-06-17 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
What a great way story to come across after a long night. Thank you!

I love the way Don and Charlie meet and don't meet in this story. The idea of Charlie growing up not with a child's imagination, but an adult's reality hurts something inside me, and it's a wonderful thing that Don is both saddened and resistant of that fact. Great stuff.

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-06-20 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
*bg* I'm so glad that you liked it!

Don and Charlie meet and don't meet in this story

Yes, thank you! That's how I see them - they have such differences between them, but ultimately they really just love each other. They really give us a lot to work with, on all levels, I think. :)

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[identity profile] schnaucl.livejournal.com 2005-06-17 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
First of all, I have to say, there's just something about waking up and finding a Don and Charlie fic. Makes my day, so thank you :)

“It shouldn’t take this long to set up a free throw, Charlie.”

Distraction.

Charlie ignored Don and watched the basketball leave his hands, arcing toward the backboard in a perfect parabola.

The arc broke when Don slapped the ball out of the air, dribbled it twice and took a shot. The harsh reverberation of the back board as the ball careened off into the bushes went through Charlie like an electric shock.

“The shot clock ran out about five minutes ago.”

Charlie looked at Don in irritation and then retrieved the basketball from the begonias without a word.


I love that whole section. Some sibling rivalry, the contrast in their characters . . . it's not that Don doesn't think things through, but he tends to make a decision and act on it, he's a man of action whereas Charlie's really, really not. He always wants to go back and verify his results.

I also love the way Charlie can read Don:

Don’s voice had taken on that tone; the one that was tolerant but strung with tension and meant the question he was asking had nothing to do with the answer he was looking for. and There was a crease between Don’s brows, and if Charlie added that to Don’s tone of voice that always meant Charlie had done something.

He's his brother, so he knows these things, and it suggests that they've had this conversation before, even before Don has explicitely stated that they have. Or at least, that Charlie does this, Alan freaks and bugs Don.

sinking the basket without consulting physics.

And I just like that phrase. It's great.

“I think… I think I would have liked to,” Charlie said softly.

So heartbreaking!

Not for the first time Charlie wondered why Don made the choice he did; how he went from a kid who could believe in fairy tales to a man defined by a profession so firmly rooted in reality.

A damn good question.

Charlie looked away, down at the ground. It seemed like he was always finding out the price everyone paid for the gift he’d been given was higher than he knew. He wished that at the time he’d known enough to pretend.

Poor poor Charlie.

The ending was perfect, by the way. From the shoulder shove to the last line. I loved the whole thing.

Re: Better Response

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-06-21 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I'm so glad that you liked this! I love the comfortable, loving yet puzzled relationship dynamic that exists between them as brothers just as much as I love the total angst-fest the slash creates. I think that's why I love the show so much - there are just so many layers!

Anyway, thanks so much for commenting *g*

[identity profile] mab-browne.livejournal.com 2005-06-17 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
You do wistful really well. I very much enjoyed the subtle balance of togetherness despite distance and distance despite togetherness - if that makes sense ::sighs::

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-06-21 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
*g* That does make sense - and what a nice thing to say. :) Thanks!

[identity profile] farad.livejournal.com 2005-06-17 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
OOOHHHHH - this is so good that I don't even care if it's 'all-ages' - it's beautiful. And very well written, and completely true to the characters. Please please write more - even if it isn't smutty! This was great! -- Fara

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-06-21 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
So, so glad that you liked *bg* Thank you so much!

[identity profile] farad.livejournal.com 2005-06-17 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
You know - it just occurred to me that you also did my other favorite piece - the elevator story that I can't remember the title of - even though there was no sex in it either, it's perfect the way it is. I'm envious! you're so good you don't *need* sex - well, in your stories . . . thanks!!!

[identity profile] amywyn.livejournal.com 2005-06-18 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, god yes! That is one of the best stories ever written in any fandom. I just LOVE it! I must have read and re-read it half a dozen times or more. (Which is... something I do. Some stories more than others, but... *sigh*. Yeah. I've already read this one twice just today. Does that make me odd in some way?)

Don't get me wrong - I like me some smut. But this and Arms of the Galaxy are truly beautiful.

I'll go back to my own little corner now...

Kisses...

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[identity profile] artemis-rain.livejournal.com 2005-06-18 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. That was just awesome. It was so touching, I just loved it!

If the result of non-smut is fics like this, then by all means, take your time!

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-06-21 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
*bg* Thanks so much for commenting! I'm so happy that you enjoyed it. :)

[identity profile] ceares.livejournal.com 2005-06-18 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Wow-this is incredible. You just really got into the core of being a being an older sibling. Loved the characterization of them here-it feels right.
Charlie's realization about the cost of his 'gift'not just to himself. Don showing up to take Charlie out of himself-the whole idea about the true gift that the ability to believe, even just for a little while in whimsy and magic is-just amazing, all of it.

thanks.

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-06-22 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much! I find both of the characters fascinating, and I'm so glad you thought the characterizations worked. *bg*

I appreciate your taking the time to comment. :)

[identity profile] sori1773.livejournal.com 2005-06-19 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, that's it. I'm getting on a plane with my kids in tow. I'm grabbing your kids and taking all four of the spawn to a pool. I'll tell them stories of water fairies and fish that nibble their toes. They can gang up on me and ask me a bazillion questions and J can tell me why water fairies don't exist and how fish do not eat human toes. You will be locked on your patio with iced tea and your laptop. You will not be allowed to join us in fun until you have written more, more, more Numb3rs. (This is my fee for providing babysitting services. *g* I so get the better end of this deal!)

Yep, this is an excellent plan. *bg* Because if you didn't already get this: I loved this. Wonderful. All your worries about not capturing Charlie's voice? Pfft. Unfounded.

Don had wanted him to believe in gnomes in the back yard but never let him forget that there was a whole world past the fence. Charlie found some things very easy to believe in.

Freakin' brilliant. This isn't just fanfic; this is canon. Absolutely amazing canon. *bg*

[identity profile] sori1773.livejournal.com 2005-06-19 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
BTW, throat clearing is so unfair! Next it'll be the whirling zombie eyes! Ahh!

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[personal profile] spikedluv 2005-06-29 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
OMG, I don't know how I missed this!!! Well, yes I do, I was watching due South, lol, and not reading LJ, but I'm sososo glad I found it!! Wonderful story!! I adore it. I love the bit where Charlie was sad because he'd have liked to believe in the impossible, and how Don was upset because Charlie missed that part of growing up. And the ending, was just perfect. Nothing but net. *bouncebounce*

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-07-04 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, thanks!! (I almost missed your comment - it didn't forward to my email for some reason. *glares at lj*)

I'm so glad you liked this! *joy* Pretty soon they're going to have to stop being all reflective and brotherly, though. Smut beckons. *bg*

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Awesome story

(Anonymous) 2005-07-06 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
I really loved this story. I actually prefer stories without the smut. Between the smut and the "pairings" I'm kind of afraid to read most of the stories I see descriptions of. Do you know where I can find other fan-fiction stories I would like? I would really appreciate some help with this. I suppose I could have misinterpreted the explanation, but when I was talking to one of my friends and asking her "what is fan-fiction anyway" it sounded like it was just episodes of the show that people make up themselves that aren't really part of the show. I haven't found any quite like that, except this one where Charlie gets kidnapped by mistake by a mob who wanted one of his classmates (though I was pretty certain Charlie was a professor and not a student) who had been writing a paper on how to cheat a roulette wheel. And even then Charlie didn't really use math to solve the case, but there was a case. That neither of the Eppes brothers worked on. Dunno. Did I completely misinterpret the point of fan-fiction? I suppose I could have I'm completely new at this kind of thing. Anyway, if you could help me out and let me know of a place where I'm more likely to find things, at least like this without smut or strange "pairings" in them, I would like that. Or if I'm just completely off and there really is no such thing, I would like to know that too. And if I get laughed off the face of the earth for this, you don't necessarily have to tell me that part.

Anyway, this story was awesome. I absolutely loved it. I really like how you see into the characters like that.

Thank you for writing such a wonderful story.

Marjorie

Re: Awesome story

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-07-29 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not sure you'll get this response -- but thank you so much for such lovely comments. I'm thrilled that you enjoyed the story.

As far as "pairings" *g*... it does seem as though most fanfiction is slash oriented - essentially, depicting the relationship between two characters of the same sex. In fact, in other fandoms, it's what I ususally write. However, if this isn't to your taste, I think you can find some good gen (general -- no pairings) at fanfiction.net, and also at Patterns, which is the Numb3rs archive. Here's a link: http://numb3rsfic.cellophanesun.com/index.php

Good luck, and I hope you find what you're looking for. :)

[identity profile] logovo.livejournal.com 2005-07-29 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
“You know,” Don said, his expression distant, “I think at that minute, she would have given just about anything in the world to open that acorn and find a gnome inside for you.”

Just that final little twist there.

I enjoyed reading this, the warmth of their relationship and the strangeness of perceiving the world differently, even if for only a little bit, comes through.

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2005-07-29 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks! *bg* I truly enjoy writing these two -- so much history to explore.

I'm glad you liked it!

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[identity profile] logovo.livejournal.com - 2005-07-29 23:31 (UTC) - Expand

[identity profile] shaan-lien.livejournal.com 2007-01-30 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
“You know,” Don said, his expression distant, “I think at that minute, she would have given just about anything in the world to open that acorn and find a gnome inside for you.”

Judging by the look on his face, maybe Don would have, too.


I think that was my favourite part. this kind of reminds me of my sister and i growing up.

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2007-01-30 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
*bg* thank you -- that's one of my favorite parts, too. I appreciate the comment! *hugs*

[identity profile] katikat.livejournal.com 2007-05-13 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow, that was... magical. Thank you for writing and sharing! :)

[identity profile] audrarose.livejournal.com 2007-05-16 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
what a nice thing to say! *bg* thank you so much for commenting. I'm so very glad you liked it. :D

[identity profile] rubynye.livejournal.com 2008-07-21 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
*waves hi* How are you doing?

This was recced on [livejournal.com profile] crack_van, and does it ever deserve it. I adore this.

*applauds you*