When Reality Strikes
Author: The-Belligerent-One
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None, maybe small ones in later chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own NUMB3RS or any affiliated characters. I do however own Chele, who is a character of my own invention.
Charlie woke with a start. Before he'd even opened his eyes, he knew he was not at home. It was cold, too cold for L.A. And the room had a certain…scent. It was a sweet aroma, like flowers. Definitely not home.
Charlie opened his eyes, not sure what to expect. What he saw confused him even more. He was in an unfamiliar bedroom. The walls were purple and there was a huge closet spanning the length of an entire wall. The bed he was in was much bigger than his single bed at home, and it had blue covers with tiny golden flowers stitched onto them. He felt slightly out of place in such a girly room, wearing his jeans and black hoodie and wondered how he had gotten there. He didn't remember falling asleep last night and supposed he must've dozed off while going over the draft of Amita's thesis.
Deciding it was time to find out where he was, Charlie swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. But before he could go anywhere, the door swung open and a girl walked in. She was pretty, with shoulder-length light brown-blonde hair and steely gray eyes. She was tall; a couple inches taller than Charlie, and was dressed in ripped jeans and a Metallica t-shirt that looked a few sizes too big. Seeing her made Charlie feel a little less out of place.
When the girl saw Charlie standing there, she froze, a glimmer of recognition in her eyes, and total disbelief written across her face.
"Hi, my name's Charlie, I was wondering if you could tell me-"
thump
She fainted, the papers she was carrying spilled across the floor. Charlie didn't know what to do. He looked around the room for anything that he could use to wake her up and spotted a water bottle on the nightstand and grabbed it. He splashed the water on her face and the girl opened her eyes slowly, as if unsure whether she wanted to wake up or not. She had no choice but to get up as some of the water went up her nose, triggering a sneezing fit.
"Hi, I think we might've got off to a bad start." Charlie said when she had stopped sneezing. "I'm Charlie." He extended his hand, and, after staring at it for a moment the girl shook it.
"My name's Chele. I, uh, that doesn't usually happen." She said, referring to her fainting. "But, then again, I don't usually walk into my room to find a guy standing next to my bed."
"Heh, yeah, I don't usually wake up in a strange bedroom, either. Speaking of which, could you tell me where exactly I am. Your accent tells me you're not American, and although it resembles British, there's something else that I can't quite place. I'd say European, but the climate here disagrees."
"My heritage is a bit mixed, but you were close. My maternal grandmother was Scottish and my dad's ancestors were French. But my parents were born in Africa. I, however, was born here, and as you can tell, I've picked up a bit of the local accent, as well as a mixture of my parents'."
"Hmm, that's interesting, maybe you could tell me a bit more about your family later. However, back to my first question. Where exactly am I?"
"You are currently in my bedroom, which is in my house, which happens to be in the outer suburbs of the city of Melbourne."
"Melbourne, Florida?"
"No, silly, Melbourne, Australia."
If you've read this far, I mustn't be as bad as I thought. lol. Thx for reading.
Please R&R. This is my first fanfic, so be nice. :P