Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

Somebody to come home to

Series: Eight ways Charlie and Ian got together … and one they didn’t 8/9 (Masterlist)
Word Count: 703
Summary: Ian shrugged again as if that didn't matter – as if his own death was just a consequence and not the end of his life.
Characters: Ian Edgerton, Charlie Eppes
Pairing: Charlie/Ian Edgerton
Rating: PG
Spoiler: Ultimatum
Setting: after Ultimatum
Author's Note:
Written for the Rewatch Challenge on sniper_voodoo</lj> . The prompt for was Ultimatum.
Feedback: Can't breathe without it.
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.

Complete Fanfiction Masterlist
Eight ways Charlie and Ian got together and one they didn't Masterlist


Ian was waiting in front of the Eppes' Craftsman when Charlie arrived. He was leaning against his dark SUV, his sunglasses nestled in his hair, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and Charlie noticed on some subconscious level that he looked hotter than ever before. That didn't mean that he was quite ready to forgive him yet. If Ian wanted something from him, he would have to wait for a few more days.

Charlie tightened his grip on the handlebars of his bike and passed by him without a word.

“What? Don't I get a Hello?“ Ian asked.

Charlie shook his head.

“You don't get a Hello,“ he said and leaned his bike against the garage. While he was unlocking the front door, he heard Ian's heavy boots closing in on him, his steps sounding hollow against the patio. The house was silent and Charlie cursed softly. He was alone with the agent. His father was at his book club.

Ian pushed against the door when Charlie tried to close it and slipped through into the living room. Charlie put his back down and crossed his arms, then he turned around to face Ian.

“What do you want?“ he asked, irritated.

Ian closed the door.

“I wanna apologize.“

“I'm not interested. Now, please leave,“ Charlie answered and turned away.

Ian's hand closed around his arm.


“Agent.“ He shrugged him off and let go of the anger he'd kept so carefully hidden until now. “You blackmailed me. You kidnapped Colby and blackmailed me!“

Ian nodded.

“You were the only one who could help me. I knew that.“

“You could have asked nicely.“

“Would you have helped me?“

“Of course,“ Charlie answered. “Of course I would have helped you! What were you thinking? What did you want to achieve with that stunt?“

Ian stared at him, then he ducked his head and shoved his hands in his pockets. He shrugged.

“It's not important.“

Charlie stared at him in disbelief.

“It's important to me.“ He crossed his arms. “You could have died. Are you aware of that? If those guys had been a bit more trigger-happy, if they wouldn't have listened to Don ...“

Ian shrugged again as if that didn't matter – as if his own death was just a consequence and not the end of his life. Charlie frowned.

“That's it?“ he asked, imitating the shrug.

“Doesn't matter, Professor.“ Ian turned away and headed for the door. This time Charlie was the one holding him back. Ian wasn't looking at him.

“Doesn't that matter to you at all?“ Charlie asked softly.

Ian turned his head in his direction and smiled bitterly.

“I'm living on borrowed time, Charlie. That's my job.“

Charlie stepped closer and let go of him.

“And that doesn't matter to you?“

Ian ducked his head and shrugged again.

“There's no one to come home to, Professor.“

“So what?“ Charlie asked. “That's a reason to try and kill yourself?“

“No,“ Ian answered, “but if it should happen, it's not going to be a big loss.“

“Of course it is,“ Charlie answered in disbelief. His hand grabbed Ian's and squeezed tightly. “It is.“

Ian smiled at him.

“C'mon, Professor … would you miss me?“

Charlie tilted his head and answered, “Of course.“ His grip tightened and Charlie pulled Ian near, until they were standing closer than was appropriate. “Of course,“ Charlie repeated.

Ian stared at him questioningly, then he cupped Charlie's cheek. He kissed him tenderly and smiled, when Charlie answered by putting his hands on Ian's waist. Ian brushed a lock of hair out of Charlie's forehead.

“Well, you should feel honoured,“ he said softly.

“Why?“ Charlie asked just as softly.

Ian grinned.

“Not every man would kidnap and agent to get your attention.“

“You didn't have to,“ Charlie said.

Ian laughed.

“I know ...“ He shook his head, leaned down to Charlie and whispered, “But it was worth it. You have no idea how hot you are when you get angry.“


Complete Fanfiction Masterlist
Eight ways Charlie and Ian got together and one they didn't Masterlist

Icon created mercilynn 


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 2nd, 2010 07:13 pm (UTC)
I like it! ^^
Dec. 3rd, 2010 01:04 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :)
Dec. 3rd, 2010 12:11 am (UTC)
HA! That last line was brilliant. It was all very sweet and I could feel Ian's depression and Charlie's annoyance but that last line just set it off perfectly.
Dec. 3rd, 2010 01:05 pm (UTC)
Thanks. :) I'm glad. I pondered that line for ages.
( 4 comments — Leave a comment )