Title: The Chronicler
Pairing/Character: Don, Charlie centered with Megan, David, Colby, Larry and Amita making appearances
Summary: Don finds himself some place unusual, a place between space and time: Infinite possibilities
Word Count: 4571
Rating: PG-13
Notes/Warnings: Thanks to my betas mercilynn & bubbleslayer . I wrote the first 3 parts in 2006. This week I rewrote parts 1-3 and finally added a conclusion. Just a bit of a AU/Crack fic.
Spoilers: Season 5 for Numb3rs
Fic mentioned in this with permission are (and can be found on )
The 'other Don's" are from the following stories:
Free Falling & Breaking Free by Cierra
Donny Dearest by theallbadhat
The Runaway by D. Lerious
Ghost Woman by elysium1996
The 'other Charlies" are from the following stories:
Angry Charlie from Cierra's Breaking Free
Upset Charlie from theallbadhat's Donny Dearest
Talkative Charlie from the same life that Don is from
Don came home to his empty apartment and collapsed on to the couch. It was days like this that made him seriously wonder about a career change.
They had been staking out some smugglers who were also trafficking drugs when a firefight had broken out between the Feds and the bad guys. Don and Colby chased one of the suspects into a lingerie store, only to stumble upon a robbery in progress. The perp holding up the store was only wearing a woman's red thong and bra. After subduing that suspect Don and Colby reported back to the command truck only to be informed by Megan that David had been bitten by one of the smugglers and was now heading over to County to have the wound looked at. After everyone had been rounded up and taken away, Megan, Colby, and Don did a cursory search of the confiscated items only to find that the smugglers weren't only smuggling DVD's but sex toys as well.
Colby had commented, "All the wackos are out! What is it, a full moon?"
Later on, Megan and Don made their way out to their cars after all the horrible paperwork was done, which had taken three hours longer than normal because their computers had gone down. They'd ended up doing most of it by hand.
When they reached their cars, they both looked up and saw that the moon was full, and looking almost bloody.
Megan smirked at Don and commented, "I guess Colby was right."
As he drove to his apartment, a thunder and lightening storm started, knocking out the power on his and three other blocks. Now, at home, he was forced to stumble around in the dark.
He wanted to take the quickest shower humanly possible and then fall into bed to sleep for at least eight hours because, believe it or not, he actually wasn't on call tomorrow.
He achieved both goals quickly, falling face forward onto his bed wearing only boxers. Don managed to get himself under the covers and before he knew it, he was fast asleep.
He began to dream, or at least that's what he figured.
He opened his eyes and saw that he was no longer in his bed, but in a long hallway with a series of mahogany doors. When he stepped closer to one of the doors to examine the black lettered sign on it, he read: "DON EPPES".
Puzzled by this, he stepped inside. Once inside, he found himself in a fairly large room. One side was a wall with several televisions embedded into it. He started to step closer to the televisions but stopped when he noticed a fireplace on the far wall and, in front of it, a woman sitting at a desk. The woman had on glasses and her dark hair was pulled up in a messy bun. She was writing in a book that looked to be at least three feet wide and four feet high with a large quill pen in her hand. Don could hear the sparks of the fireplace flickering as she wrote, her quill making quick scratching sounds. She seemed to be lost in thought and didn't even look up from the large book to look at Don.
Something on one of the televisions caught his eye. He quietly moved closer to them and was taken aback by what he saw. The television had a plaque under it, reading the words "Charlie's house, Don Eppes -TV show Numb3rs."
At first he was bewildered by what he read, but then he became quite freaked out by what the screen showed.
He watched with morbid curiosity as on the screen he, or someone that looked like him, walked on the screen and said, "Hello."
His dad's voice then replied, "I'm coming down."
"What's going on?" Don asked.
Charlie's voice answered from upstairs, "He has yet another date."
Shocked by what he'd just watched, he stepped back from the TV and right into the woman from the desk.
He whirled around to face her, her mouth opened into a surprised 'O' and she exclaimed, "Oh hell!"