Summary: True Story, one-shot. Charlie Eppes teaches my honors geometry class!
Disclaimer: The most I own of Numb3rs is a picture of David Krumholtz out of a magazine.
Reverie
It had been a random day in March. The day was going well, until sixth period- my honors geometry class. My only thought was, as I started to take off my scarf, that today's lesson had better not ruin my good day. I sat down and put my head down on the desk, tired.
That day was definitely not what I expected. I was a huge fan of the t.v. show Numb3rs at the time, particularly a fan of the character Charlie Eppes, the mathematician. For a long while, I amused myself by imagining him teaching my class.
Fast forward, back to my class. I took my head up as I glanced to the teacher's desk, and, to my happiness, our teacher was not sitting there, staring at us like a hawk. My friend came in, stopping in front of me, not even giving me a greeting.
"Did you watch Numb3rs?"
"Didn't miss it." I defended my fandom.
"Good." She sat down and the bell rang. It took the class all of about three minutes to realize there was no teacher. I sat there quietly until the door slammed shut.
"Sorry I'm late, class." I ignored the almost familiar-sounding voice that silenced the room to a whisper. I heard him pick of the chalk and start to write on the chalkboard.
"My name is Charlie Eppes."
I laughed. What a coincidence, I thought- the same name as my favorite non-existent mathematician. I told myself.
But, at that moment, I looked up.
The teacher was slightly taller than I, and a shower of black curls were falling over his face.
I knew my eyes were deceiving me. I blinked again, and the reality hit me like a flying two by four.
This was real.
He started talking again; his rich tenor filled the room as he spoke.
"You can call me Charlie. 'Mr. Eppes' is my father." Some of the students chuckled.
This was not happening.
"I was supposed to check your homework. If you did it, hold it up."
A rustle of papers followed until everyone held their papers in the air.
My friend nonchalantly turned around and got my attention.
"Is that him?" She mouthed.
"I think so," I mouthed back.
"How? He's nonex—"
"Dunno." I interrupted her. "He's not supposed to exist!"
She turned back.
The class continued with Charlie introducing himself.
"I teach mathematics at a university in Southern California, and I'm here because your school needed me." His eyes told the real story to me.
I dared to raise my hand and ask him a question.
"Haven't you done consulting work for the FBI?"
The room went silent as he fought for an answer.
"Yes, but I cannot freely discuss the matter."
My friend gave me a quick glance.
The glance meant only one thing: it was the Charlie Eppes.
He started the lesson- that day it was on special right triangles. For once, I understood the lesson, and so did everyone else. We were actually sad when the class started to end.
All of a sudden, a sharp pain erupted in the back of my head.
"Wake up, you dumb—" A familiar voice sounded.
"What?" I blinked and looked around the geometry room, seeing my friend in front of me. The teacher- our real teacher- sat in the back.
"Where's—" I started to say, only I then realized what happened. She just gave me a strange look.
"You—" I pointed at her to emphasize my point, "You need to stop telling me about Numb3rs before geometry. Especially how awesome it would be if Charlie taught it!"
She sat down as the bell rang, leaving our class at the teacher's mercy.
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