Disclaimer: Don't own Numb3rs or the characters in it. Yeah. I don't own much of anything actually ...
A/N: Well, this idea just kinda jumped in my head last night when I got off the computer. So, I had to write it.
Hope you like it.
Also hope you aren't that confused ...
"I think those look very good on you, Charlie." Amita said.
"Don't listen to her, she doesn't know what she's talking about." Don said, picking up a different pair, "You want these!"
Larry scoffed, "No, No. Donald. Those are all wrong."
"I mist agree." Amita said, taking the pair away from Don and putting them back where he got them.
"Oh, how about these?" Alan said picking up a pair that was sitting in front of him, "These will make you look like a professor."
Charlie sighed from the seat he was at, "Are you saying that I don't look like a professor?" He raised an eyebrow.
Alan quickly put the pair away, "No. I'm not saying that. No, not at all."
Charlie shook his head happily, "Alright."
"This is a big decision, Charles." Larry stated, turning to his friend, "Are you sure you want us all here to help you?"
"Of course. I wouldn't want to make the decision without you all."
"Alright, Charles. But you aren't really looking around yourself ..."
Charlie shrugged, "Why would I have to? All of you seem to have some ideas on what ones I should get."
"And I still say that the one pair-" Don started before Amita shot him a death glare.
"Charlie will not be getting those." She said dangerously cool, then she added with a smile and a joy in her voice, "But you can feel free to get them."
Don glared back at her, "No. They wouldn't look right on me."
"And they wouldn't look right on Charlie either." Amita shrugged, looking around at all of the options.
"And besides," Don continued, "I don't need them. Charlie is the one who needs them."
Charlie watched his brother and Amita fight with amusement. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to see his father.
"Charlie, you should be looking around too. You can't let us pick them out for you."
"'Course I can." Charlie said, "Or let you all try. I've already decided as too what I will be getting."
Alan raised an eyebrow, "And what is that?"
Charlie whispered in his father's ear.
Alan chuckled at his son's decision. "I think that would work very well. You're not telling the three of them?"
Charlie turned and saw his brother fighting with his two friends over what pair Charlie should get. "Why would I want to deprive them of such fun?" He smirked at his father who shook his head and tried to break up the fight before they broke a pair.
"Those are too thick! They would look horrible on him! He needs ones that are almost invisible!" Amita yelled at Don.
"No! This would look great! With his hair and ..." Don became quiet, "...stuff."
Charlie laughed at the two of them.
And they shut up and stared at him.
He shrugged, "Never mind me. Pretend I'm not here. Just go on fighting."
"Charlie, we're here for you, the least you could do is voice up your opinion." Don said.
"Yeah, Charlie. I haven't seen you looking around here at all. How will you pick a pair?"
Charlie shrugged, "You all are showing me some very great opinions, so ... I don't really have to look around."
Don sighed and went back to looking.
Amita went looking in the other direction.
Larry sat down next to Charlie. "The pair you pick can change the events in the apparent future, you need to really think about this."
"I have." Charlie said simply, looking beyond his family as a woman walked up.
The doctor walked up, "Sir? Are you ready? Do you know what pair you want?"
The room became quiet as the four of them awaited Charlie's reply.
He smiled and nodded, "Yes, I think I'd like to try some contacts."