Title: Limbo
Fan dom: Numb3rs
Rating: T - Violence
Couples: Charlie/Amita, Don/Robin
Characters: Charlie, Amita, Larry, Alan, and Don
Spoilers: Season 5: Episode 11: The Arrow of Time
Disclaimers: I don't own Numb3rs. It is a CBS show that was created by Nicolas Falacci and Cheryl Heuton who know a lot about math then I ever will so forgive me.
Notes: I got this betaed by Sam, thanks! And thank you all that reviewed before. I took the thoughts into consideration and I hope you enjoy this version better.
"Don verse entropy", Amita had said.
The phrase brought small smiles around the table.
Time only moved in one direction. It was a waste of time to think of the past.
A waste to think of what had happened, of the past choices that were made, or of the sad memories past regrets gathered.
It was the future that was important, but at the moment it was the present that stopped them. It was the great silence only brought worry.
"Entropy is a thought process," Alan asked with a statement.
Charlie nodded, and it brought back considerations of before about the "Think Tank" that Larry and Amita mentioned earlier.
And to Amita's surprise he refused for the same reasons Charlie wanted to dismiss the idea, the fact that when Charlie was the age of seven, he knew that he could never teach Charlie another thing about math. It was like he told David in regard to Don, one cannot control everything.
Therefore, though a parent is generated to bear a child, care for a child, teach a child, protect a child and love a child, there are cruel limits.
So when Charlie tells Alan that he still teaches him, he has that little touch of home in his heart, that Don can still be protected.
The simple support of the collective half smile between the four was their common copping system in the silent room.
The ticking clock being the only sound in the paralyzing silence. Even though the words were not mentioned, their mutual eyes gave a clue that part of them did not want to hear the phone ring or the door bell chime.
Any voice but Donnie's would make them hollow and weak.
So the four continued their chatter, about nothing really at all-- to keep their memory banks active, to keep wandering thoughts away.
Robin watched silently as Don sat quietly in the temple reading his copy of the Tanakh.
The worry held her heart hostage-- it released its grip and all she felt now was a euphoric sensation of relief.
She just watched him, waiting for him to notice her in his own time.
"Charlie referred to The Arrow of Time," Don whispered as he closed the book before he stood up.
"The arrow of time," Robin asked in returned and she walked closer to Don.
Don nodded. "Yeah."
He flashed Robin a half smile before he continued.
"Something like 'Time only goes in one direction and waste of spilled milk'."
Robin folded her arms and shook her head slightly at him with her own smile before she could no longer resist running into his arms.
Don held her in his arms and allowed her to hold him in her arms not saying any words at first.
"Let's go home," he stated, as he looked up into her tear glistened eyes. "But I need to make one little stop first.
"Of course," Robin agreed. "Let's go."
There was no way she was going to let him out of her sight any more tonight
Don look back at her determined eyes and laughed because he knew they were on the same wavelength.
It was about fifteen minutes later when the two of them reached the doorsteps of Don's childhood home. They could tell by the lights on in the dining room windows that everyone was still awake.
He took his copy of the house key and opened the door, and walked into the dining room where four of his family and friends were anxiously waiting.
"Hey," he said as he smiled at each of them. "Don't tell me you all stayed up on my account."