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Snippet: Charlie was staring searchingly at him while Ian put an arm around his hip and brushed the dark curls out of his forehead with his free hand. “Say yes,” Ian whispered.

Pairing: Charlie/Ian Edgerton
Rating: NC-17
Spoiler: Sniper Zero, Toxin, Two daughters, Spree, Hot Shot
Setting: Season one to Season three
Warnings: Slash, sex, bad words
Author’s note: Written for the Numb3rs New Year Challenge. I’m answering the prompts of Truthwritaslies: 1. How they got together and 2. A fight bad enough that they’re on the verge of breaking up, but something happens and they get back together (though that’s only minor)

Beta: cpwatcher, thank you!
Disclaimer: I’m not making money with this fanfic. The TV-show Numb3rs and the characters appearing within it belong to their producers and creators. Any similarities to living or dead persons are purely coincidental and not intended.

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The shrill, monotonous version of Wild Boys woke Ian from his sleep. He fumbled for his cell in the darkness. “Hello?” he asked sleepily.


Ian sighed, turning over onto his back. “Phone sex?” he asked – tired, but not about to say no.

Charlie was silent for a moment. “Ian, I …”

He stopped and Ian rubbed sleep out of his eyes. “Charlie? You okay?” he asked, worried.

“Not really,” Charlie answered softly, “I’m having dreams of Mom. I don’t know -- I can’t …”

Ian sat up. “Dreams? Charlie …”

“It’s stupid, right? That it’s disturbing me.”

“I wouldn’t put it that way. I just think …” Ian stopped. “Why did you call me?”

“I can’t speak with Dad or Don about it. Don doesn’t think much of it and I don’t want Dad … Ian, it feels so real. What if this is my punishment?” Charlie asked, plaintively.


“Because I didn’t see her before she died.”

“Charlie, that’s nonsense. Dreams are messages from you subconscious. Not punishment. You …” Ian sighed deeply. He wished he’d known more about Charlie’s mother. He felt as if he was just humouring him. “Your mind is telling you something. Something that’s not about your mother at all, okay?”

Charlie was silent. “Okay,” he said finally, sounding unconvinced. He sighed. “I shouldn’t have called.”

Ian closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead. “That’s okay,” he said.

“No. Sorry. Night.” Charlie hung up. Ian sighed deeply and put the cell phone aside, and then he buried himself in his bed again. When, three hours later, he still hadn’t found any sleep, he got up and booked a plane ticket.


It was night in L.A. when Ian reached Charlie’s house. He knew where the spare key was hidden and stepped into the dark house. He carefully locked the door again, put the key on the small table in front of the front door, and quietly crept up the stairs. Charlie’s room was at the end of the hall. When Ian entered, it was silent. Only Charlie’s quiet breaths could be heard. He could see the furniture by the light of the streetlamps which fell through the window. However Ian wouldn’t have needed the light. He knew the room by heart now. Ian took off his shoes, his jacket and his jeans. In his t-shirt and underwear, he eased under the blankets and pulled Charlie’s warm body close. A smile graced his face when Charlie pressed back against him on instinct. “Ian?” he asked softly, tangling his legs up with the older man’s.

Ian kissed Charlie’s forehead. “I really hope you weren’t expecting someone else.”

Charlie opened his eyes, looking at him, surprised. His eyes were almost black in the dim light. “What are you doing here? I thought you were staying in Washington.”

“I was. I took a plane as soon as I could. Unfortunately, the earliest flight was a few hours ago.”

“Why are you here?” Charlie sounded confused.

“You called me.”

“I shouldn’t have. I had … Sorry. I had no right. We aren’t even in a real relationship. It’s just …” He sighed, hiding his face in Ian’s neck.

The agent sighed deeply. “Charlie, you’re the only one I’ve had sex with for a year now. I’d say we are way more than fuck buddies.” He brushed his nose through Charlie’s hair and closed his eyes. Charlie was silent and didn’t move. Ian hoped that he hadn’t said too much. It was right that Charlie had become the most important person to him. He liked spending time with him. The sex was great. However, when Ian visited, they spent time outside of the bed as well - they went to the movies or ate with Alan and Don who were still thinking that they were boyfriends in every sense of the word anyway. And maybe they were. Ian felt like a cheater whenever he thought of having sex with a woman or another man. And it confused him because, until now, he’d felt this way only in his short-lived relationships. But this thing with Charlie was never supposed to become a relationship.

Charlie wasn’t the kind of guy Ian dated. He was cute, smaller than him and not as strong as Ian. He was one night stand material. The tall, force of nature men who weren’t cute but attractive were relationship material.

“Thanks,” Charlie whispered.

Ian worked a hand under Charlie’s t-shirt and stroked his back. “You want me to …” Charlie shook his head before Ian could end the question.

“Let’s just lay here, okay? I need a friend.”

Ian nodded. He could do friend. He wasn’t up to date in that part of human life, either, but he’d try. “Tell me about your mom,” he asked. Charlie sighed and Ian was just thinking that he would say no, but then he started to talk. They were awake for two more hours before they fell asleep when the first sunrays were already painting the floor yellow.

Ian stayed for three days.

He wasn’t the kind of guy who left a friend in need.


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( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 18th, 2010 03:58 pm (UTC)
I love love love this verse!

and I so adore how Ian contrasts charlie as to what his ideal mate looks like and realizes charlie is none of those things, but they are still perfect together.

I personally adore the contrasts between those two characters!! Its part of the appeal.
Mar. 19th, 2010 03:18 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Glad you like it. :) I think their contrasts combined are their appeal ...
Mar. 18th, 2010 07:38 pm (UTC)
I love this storyline and this chapter was just ... really great. Truly well and nicely done.

Looking forward to how you're going to end this with the next part.
Mar. 19th, 2010 03:20 pm (UTC)
Thanks. To be honest, this is my favourite chapter. :)
Mar. 18th, 2010 10:01 pm (UTC)
*wipes a tear*

Oh Ian your a sweetie!

thanks for the post :D
Mar. 19th, 2010 03:21 pm (UTC)
Sweet as a kitten ... ;) Thanks.
Mar. 18th, 2010 11:24 pm (UTC)
:-) I do love it when Charlie and Ian get a little smoochie. This was very sweet.
Mar. 19th, 2010 03:22 pm (UTC)
Thanks. :)
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