Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Numb3rs characters because they were created by Nick Falacci and Cheryl Heuton. This story is strictly for fun not profit.
Rating: PG-13 or T
Pairing: Charlie/Amita
Spoilers: Harvest
-oOo- Second Chance -oOo-
She kissed me! It took a second to realize what was happening and in the next she was gone. Her leaving is a pattern I'm starting to fear. She said I was a genius, but because I let her go I feel less brilliant and more moroniC.
Earlier in the week when I presented her with the Milton Prize, I said she'd become more than just a colleague. I meant friendship. I expected surprise not shock and distance. I didn't think of the other overtones until much later when I figured out why she was so reluctant to celebrate. She came here this afternoon questioning her heritage and the irrational part of me worries our non-relationship is causing her to doubt her validity in the academic community too. She shouldn't doubt it, but my slip of the tongue was still foolisH.
Callow as I may seem sometimes, I never meant to hurt AmitA.
Only I can't shake the fact that I did. I know in the aftermath of our one night together she formed the basis of the breakthrough in her dissertation. But does she feel guilty because of the fact that her award came at the price of possible ramifications? However in spite of it all she kissed me agaiN.
Next time will she try to sneak away in the morning again, leaving me nothing but cold, empty sheets? Is it even possible for us to have an open and honest relationship? Will we always be guilty and embarrassed about the lapses—no, the choices—we made? I want to trust her, but will she hide me away like my mother hid her musiC.
During the rest of the afternoon as I replay our kiss over and over in my mind, I try to convince myself it was only a fleeting moment and I'm giving a second too much meaning. However I can't shake the little feeling of hope that maybe, just maybe, we can have a second chancE.