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16 May 2007 @ 01:59 pm
Ficlets: A Better Man (1-10): Don/Charlie  
Title: A Better Man (1-10)
Fandom: Numb3rs
Characters: Don/Charlie, Bradford
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest
Prompt: 15minuteficlets, Therapy for eppescest
Word Count: 3868
Feedback: Is love
Disclaimer: Not mine, only borrowing, just fun, no infringement intended
A/N: Attempting to write all the prompts for 15minuteficlets. Whew!


#1 Happy
“You could be happy, Charlie. Genuinely happy.” Don nodded his head and reached for his beer on the table. He took a long pull, savoring the flavor, and set it back down. He turned to Charlie, who was still sitting there with his bottle between his knees. “Seriously, Charlie. Happy.”

“Okay, Don, I get it. Happy is your theme of the week.”

“It’s not my theme, it’s just… Haven’t you ever had something that you wanted to tell somebody, but you didn’t want them to judge you for it? Or at least if they’re going to judge you for it, it’s because they’re trying to help you become a better person?”

Charlie got even quieter. “You mean like us, Don?” Charlie turned to his brother. “Do you think if I went to therapy, I could talk about us? Have some shrink who went to college for less time than I did tell me what’s wrong with me and how to be a better person, tell me that I should stop touching you and wanting you? You think I should do that?”

Now it was Don’s turn to be silent. “Charlie…”

“I can’t be closed off like you. I don’t do well with hiding my emotions. As soon as I start talking about you, I’m going to be busted.”

“You’ve done a great job at hiding it. I don’t think you’d give us away. I mean, my team doesn’t suspect anything, and they’re trained to tell when someone is lying.”

Charlie set his beer on the coffee table, finished with it though it was still half-full. “Do you really think I need therapy?”

“I think that if you talked to somebody about the past, it would give you perspective on the future.”

“Now that’s some crap there.”

Don rolled his eyes. “Come on, Charlie. You’ve been to one session now. Didn’t it feel good to talk about that camping trip? You got to tell the truth, get it out.”

“It felt good because I told you. That guy… Bradford… I don’t care what he thinks.”

“Maybe just give it a few tries. See how it goes.”

“And maybe not.” Charlie put his hands in his lap and looked down at them. “Maybe I like how things are now.”

The corners of Don’s lips curled up into a small smile. He leaned in, grabbed Charlie’s face and turned it towards him, and kissed his brother softly on the lips. “Three sessions. Just go for three sessions, and I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

Lust sparkled in Charlie’s eyes. “Anything?”

“Well, I mean, you can’t beat me with a crowbar or something like that.”

Charlie smiled. “Handcuffs?”

“Handcuffs I can handle. Three sessions, though.”

Charlie held out his hand, and Don shook it. “Deal.”



#2 Uncomfortable
Charlie sat on the sofa across from Bradford. The large, Black man had a relaxed posture, but his eyes were clearly analyzing Charlie, coldly calculating what made the genius tick. With eyes like that, Charlie was afraid to speak.

“I thought you worked only with FBI agents.”

“I’m a consultant like you, Charlie. You don’t work only for the FBI, right?”

“No, I work for quite a few organizations.” Charlie didn’t know why he suddenly sounded defensive. Bradford jotted something down on his pad, and Charlie lifted his eyes, though he new it would be impossible to see what the therapist had written. “What, what are you writing?”

Bradford set his pen across the page and looked back up at Charlie. “What was it like for you growing up? Must have been tough being the genius kid.”

“Why would you think that would be tough?”

Bradford lifted his eyebrows. “None of the other kids were your age. Maybe they thought it was strange to see someone so young in their grade.”

“You’re asking me to speculate on things I can’t. And I don’t think you can, either.”

Bradford squinted his eyes at Charlie, studying him again. “You don’t want to be here, do you?”

“Honestly, no. I think therapy is self-pity for $100 an hour.”

“You think people who come to therapy pity themselves?”

“Well, they come to complain about what they don’t like about their lives.”

“Does Don pity himself?”

Charlie went quiet and stared at the pattern in the carpeting. Straight lines ran over one-foot-by-one-foot squares arranged so that the lines ran vertical on one square and horizontal on the next. “He doesn’t talk to me about that stuff.”

“How does that make you feel, knowing that he tells me those kinds of things about himself but not you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe that he doesn’t trust me enough. Maybe he still wants me to see him like he’s perfect.”

“You spent a lot of time looking up to Don. Hearing that he was going to therapy must have shattered some of your illusions about him.”

It wasn’t the first time that Charlie had found out something shocking about Don. Don’s confession that he loved Charlie was top on the list. Charlie wanted to say that he didn’t have illusions about Don, but he was afraid where that conversation would lead, afraid that he would lose his ability to keep their secret. “Are we done here yet?”

Bradford scribbled some more notes on his pad, and Charlie felt his face grow hot. “If you want to stop, we can. I’ll see you next week.”



#3 Apology
Charlie walked back into Bradford’s office and set his bag on the floor between his legs as he sat down on the couch.

“I’m sorry if I was rude last week.” Bradford tilted his head to the side. “Don said I need to give this a chance,” Charlie elaborated. “He didn’t like you too much at first, either.” Charlie suddenly regretted his words, and sighed. “I’m sorry; that was a mean thing to say.”

“But it’s true. Your brother definitely wasn’t very receptive to the thought of therapy when he was assigned to me.” Bradford adjusted the way he sat in his chair, turning in more towards Charlie. “Nobody likes to talk about the bad stuff, the things that make them flawed. Who would really want to admit to being imperfect and in need of improvement? We recognize to ourselves that we require change, but confessing that to someone else is a wholly different ordeal. It takes courage to let down your guard, drop those walls and let in a stranger.”

“Do you have a therapist?”

Bradford laughed. “My wife.”

“She’s a therapist, too?”

“No, she’s good listener. And a smart woman.”

Charlie nodded his head. “Must be nice.”

Bradford poised his pen to start writing. “You don’t have someone like that in your life?”

“I have someone, but… we don’t really talk about… things.”

“Purely sexual?”

Charlie’s eyebrows knitted, and he closed his eyes, recoiling into the back of the couch. “I don’t really want to talk about that.” Charlie couldn’t allow them to discuss that subject; he couldn’t talk about his sex life without separating it from Don, and he knew he would slip up, give too much away if they went there.

“Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?”

“I’m not uncomfortable with the subject; I just don’t want to discuss it with you.” Charlie rubbed a hand over his face. “Sorry again.” He forced out a small laugh. “I don’t know why I’m being so callous to you.”

“It’s okay, Charlie.”



#4 Light
“We don’t have to talk about sex,” Bradford said. “How does the person in your life make you feel?”

“I don’t want to talk about him at all.” Charlie’s mouth fell open as the words registered; he’d said him. His face went red, and he pressed his fingers over his mouth.

Bradford slowly nodded. “Have you come out to your family?”

“No. God, no. My dad wants grandchildren.”

“Gay couples can have children.”

“We, we’re not a couple. Not like that.”

“Do you wish you were?”

Charlie took a deep breath, licked his lips, and glanced around the room. He bounced his leg, hands in his lap, fingers rubbing against each other. “Aren’t you supposed to be asking me about my childhood? My mom? Crap like that?”

“If you want to talk about that, we can.”

“Sure, let’s talk about that.” They stared at each other for several long moments. “Well, aren’t you going to ask me a question?”

“I was waiting for you to speak.”

“I don’t know what you want to hear from me.”

“And I don’t know what you want to say.” Bradford leaned into him. “Therapy isn’t a light and fun gossip session. It takes work. It takes you being honest with yourself and being willing to discuss the things you don’t want to say. You have to make the effort. I can’t do all the work for you.”

Charlie sighed. “You said last week that it must have been tough being the genius kid?” Bradford nodded his head once, slowly, and Charlie nodded several times back. “It was.”



#5 Baby
He closed Don’s apartment door behind him and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and pouring himself some water.

“Good session?” Don asked from the living room.

“We talked about my childhood.”

“Bradford’s second favorite subject, next to sex.”

Charlie appeared in the room, eyes wide. “You talk to him about sex??”

“Sure.”

Our sex?”

“Well, Charlie, who else am I with that I could be talking about?”

“You talk to him about us?”

“Not about us but, you know, our stuff.”

“Like what?”

Don huffed. “Charlie, that’s not really… that’s what I talk about in therapy.”

“So you can talk to Bradford about us, but not me?”

“Don’t be a baby, Charlie. Some things are private.”

“Things about us shouldn’t be kept from me. God, this is why Bradford thinks my relationship is purely sexual; we never talk.”

“We talk.”

“We don’t talk about us.”

“Okay, Charlie, fine.” Don patted the spot next to him on his couch, and Charlie sat down. “Sometimes when I’m with you, I’m… really rough.” Charlie let the words sink in and slowly nodded his head. “It’s because I’m upset. Upset about the case, upset that I can’t tell people about you, upset that the traffic was bad. And I take it out on you because you’re still that… God, how did I put it?... that curly-headed black hole that can suck the air out of the universe.”

“And he didn’t suspect that you were talking about me?” Charlie asked skeptically.

“We were talking about you when I said that, not about my sex life. Pure, brotherly angst. That’s why he asked you to come to that session.”

“I see.” Charlie took a sip of his water. “You think I suck the life out of you?”

“Not always. You did all the time when we were kids, but now it’s just… you still get all the attention. And I still have to defend you.”

“When?”

“At the FBI. When you bring your math onto a case with someone who isn’t used to it.”

“I don’t need you to defend my work. The math defends itself. And I can defend myself.”

“Maybe now, but you couldn’t back then.”

“And you resent me for that?”

“Charlie, I don’t resent you, I just… This is why I keep these things in therapy. It doesn’t have to mean something now.”

“But you still think about it.”

“Sure, I think about it. You can’t say that you’ve separated yourself from your past.”

Charlie looked at surface of his water. “No. No, I can’t.”



#6 Fantasy
“Why are you so reluctant to discuss your lover?”

Charlie looked up from the carpet at Bradford, eyes wide. “I’m not reluctant. I just… okay, I don’t want to talk about him.”

“Is there something else going on in your relationship?”

“Like?”

Bradford blinked a few times. “Abuse?”

Charlie’s face scrunched up. “God, no. No, nothing like that. I mean, sometimes the sex is a little rough.”

“Do you prefer it that way?”

Charlie quickly shook his head. “No, we’re not going to talk about this.”

“Charlie, sex is a perfectly normal and healthy part of adulthood. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”

“I’m not ashamed; I just don’t talk about it.”

“Is it because you’re still adjusting to discovering that you’re gay?” He pressed the tip of his pen to his pad. “The transition can be difficult.”

“It’s not that I’m gay; it’s just that it’s private.”

“Okay, let’s not talk about your actual sex life. What about your perfect sex life? What’s your fantasy?”

“God, Don was right; you really like to talk about sex,” Charlie said, mostly to himself. He pushed back his curls. “In the fantasy, it’s not about the sex. It’s us. It’s being free to just be us, together. And no one judges us, no one runs away. Everyone’s okay with it. Somehow, it makes sense to them. And everything is just… it’s okay.”

“Why do you think your friends and family wouldn’t be okay with it? Have they given you any reason to suggest that they’re homophobic?”

“It’s not homophobia. They’re not like that. It’s… it’s him. It’s because of who he is. They wouldn’t approve.”

“Do you think you’re with him because they wouldn’t approve?” Charlie looked up at him, eyes questioning, and Bradford tilted his head. “You’re the boy wonder who always had his family’s approval, approval of his mentors, people in the math community. You always had the acceptance of your peers. Did you choose a man to challenge that approval?”

Charlie searched for words. He’d never thought about it that way. Did he fall in love with Don because he wanted to push the boundaries? “I don’t know that it would make a difference. Mathematicians are notorious for their eccentricities.”

“If that’s the case, then why be afraid to be open about it?”

Charlie huffed a laugh. “It’s a little on the extreme side.”

“Even for a group of eccentrics?”

Charlie nodded. “Even for a group of eccentrics.”



#7 Sign
“Let’s not talk about your lover. Let’s talk about your brother.”

Charlie felt his insides clench. Why had Bradford made that particular segue? “What about him?” He tried to not sound defensive. Bradford made a note on his pad, and Charlie knew he had failed.

“Don upsets you, doesn’t he?”

“He doesn’t upset me. Why would you think he upsets me?”

Bradford smiled. “Because you look just about as uncomfortable talking about him as you do sex.”

Charlie sighed. “What do you want to know about him?”

“You mentioned in your session with him that you ran away from the camp site because you thought he didn’t want you around.”

“He didn’t want me around. It was obvious. Don always hated having me around.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“Well, he told you. He told me what he told you. He thought I sucked the fun out of everything.”

“Do you think you did?”

Charlie rubbed a hand over his jaw. “I’m sure I did. I mean, I wasn’t exactly the cool kid. I was…” He sighed again. “I was the weird kid. I was an embarrassment. Everything Don enjoyed, I had to ruin because I turned it into some math lecture. And all the other kids thought the same thing. It’s like I had a sign on my back: ‘Not Cool.’ Nobody ever wanted to hang out with me. And I could tell that Don hated that. He hated having to drag me around. It made him look less cool. I knew that. So I decided to leave.”

“You care a lot about your brother.”

“Of course I do. He’s my brother.” Charlie swallows hard. And I love him.

“You’re smart, Charlie. You knew that you could have gotten lost, kidnapped, hurt. But you left anyway.”

“I wasn’t thinking about any of that. I mean, I knew. In the back of my mind, I knew. But all I could think about… All I could think about was getting away from Don. I hated the way he looked at me, rolling his eyes, mocking me. It made me feel so…” Charlie swallowed hard. “I don’t know. It made me feel like crap. So I didn’t care that I could have gotten hurt or worse. I just wanted to get away. Just wanted Don to be happy.”

“And you thought he would have been happiest without you?”

“Back then? Yeah.”

“And now?”

Charlie stilled himself. The words had been coming out so freely, but now he had to watch what he said. In this room, like in the FBI office and in the presence of their father, Don the brother and Don the lover were two separate entities, and Don the lover didn’t exist. “I think he likes me now. I help him.” Charlie nodded. “I help him a lot.”

“And you never feel like he’s using you?”

Charlie swallowed hard. Don didn’t have to come to him with the cases; he knew Charlie would show. And then he made love to his body with abandon. “Like I said, I love working with my brother.”



#8 Expectation
He quickly shut Don’s door and threw his pack onto the couch next to Don. Don stared up at him, questioning in his eyes.

“Get up,” Charlie commanded.

“Huh?”

“I said get up. You made me go three weeks without you to make sure that I got my three sessions in. I did. And you promised that I could do whatever I wanted afterwards. So get out your handcuffs.”

A smile spread over Don’s face. “Pushy, are we?”

“Don, I’ve gone three weeks without you fucking me. I’m horny and desperate.”

Don stood up from the couch and led them into the bedroom. Charlie quickly began undressing as Don opened up his bedside drawer and pulled out an extra set of the standard-issue cuffs from behind his spare gun. Along with it, he grabbed the well-used bottle of lube. When he turned around, Charlie was naked and leisurely stroking his long cock, lust dark in his eyes.

“Get naked,” Charlie demanded, words thick and heady. Don slowly undressed, putting on a show for Charlie and drawing out his anticipation, his need. When the last sock came off, Charlie’s lips descended quickly on Don’s, and they kissed hungrily and sloppily.

Charlie pushed Don onto the bed and quickly straddled him. He grabbed the handcuffs out of his hands. “Got the keys?” Don nodded. Charlie locked his brother to the bed, chain of the cuffs behind the slats of the headboard, and he moved down Don’s body. He laid kisses and licks and gentle bites along Don’s skin as he made his way to his brother’s cock.

Without further wait, he took the head of Don’s cock into his mouth and swallowed him down. Charlie sucked voraciously at him, need bursting at the seams. It wasn’t enough; Charlie hungered for more and more. He grabbed the lube off the bedside dresser, popped the cap, and quickly slicked his hard cock.

“Been a long time since I fucked you.”

“Oh, Charlie,” Don hissed, his cock twitching, and Charlie lifted up his brother’s legs, spread him wide, and pressed the head of his cock to Don’s hole. Slowly, he pushed inside Don’s body, heat and tightness searing him. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Charlie thrust his cock in and out of Don, riding the waves of white-hot bliss, eyes clenched shut. The handcuffs rattled against the headboard as Don struggled to touch him. Charlie reached down and took Don’s cock in his hand, jerking him off as he came hard inside his big brother.



#9 Loss
“Glad to see that you’re still coming here,” Bradford greeted Charlie.

Charlie fell into his familiar spot on the couch. “You may have sucked me over to the dark side.”

“Well, I might not be as commandeering as James Earl Jones, but I do what I can. Have you noticed any changes?”

“I feel lighter.”

“That’s a start.” Bradford opened up his pad. “I thought we might talk about your mother today.”

Charlie slowly nodded his head, the lightness gone from him. “Yeah, we can do that.”

“Don said that when she was dying, you stayed out in the garage working on some math problem.”

“Yeah, P vs. NP.”

“Tell me about that.”

“It’s a famous, unsolvable problem… basically trying to determine if two kinds of complexity classes can be both verified and solved quickly. I know that makes it sound elementary, but it’s… excruciatingly difficult.”

“Hence the reason why it’s still unsolved.”

“Yeah.”

“And you were trying to solve it.” Charlie nodded his head. “Is that how you deal with loss?”

“I don’t know. I suppose.”

“Don said that you also went back to working on it during a case when you first started consulting with him. A bank robbery. Don was shot. Fair to say that you turn to that problem when you’re feeling stress?”

“Yeah, but I don’t work on it anymore.”

“Why’s that?”

“It brings out a bad side of me. I can’t… can’t do anything else when I start working on it. It’s an obsession. People who know they’re alcoholics don’t drink; I don’t work on P vs. NP.”

“So what do you do now when you start feeling that way?”

Get fucked by Don. “I work harder on cases, student’s work, things like that.”

“And what about your own work?”

“Cognitive Emergence? That’s for when I’m happy.”

“I hope we’ll be seeing you working on more of that soon then.”



#10 Desire
Charlie slowly licked up the underside of Don’s cock, taking the head into his mouth and sucking lightly. Don moaned softly and threaded his fingers into Charlie’s curls.

“How’s therapy going?”

Charlie let Don’s cock fall from his mouth with a wet plop. “Don’t want to talk about that now. Want to suck you, get fucked by you.”

“I’m good for that.” Don reached further down Charlie’s body and grabbed him under his arms, pulling. “Come here.” Charlie moved up to Don’s face and kissed him gently. Their cocks brushed together, and Don grabbed Charlie’s legs, pulling him to straddle Don’s body. Don handed him the lube, and Charlie quickly slicked Don’s cock, lifted up, and pressed it to his hole. Slowly, he sank down, desire licking at his nerves.

Once Don was fully seated inside him, he moved up and down, fucking himself on Don’s cock.

“Jesus, Charlie. Just like that, baby. Fuck my cock like that. You feel so good.”

Charlie closed his eyes and let his head fall back, slipping into the pure warmth and heady bliss of Don’s cock inside him.

“You feel incredible, Don. So perfect.”

Don wrapped his hand around Charlie’s cock and stroked him in time to Charlie’s body moving on him. With a grunt, he came hard inside Charlie, and his little brother followed, white ropes of come streaking his chest and stomach.

Charlie lifted up until Don slipped out of him, and he fell onto his back on the bed next to Don.

“You’re amazing,” Don sighed between heavy breaths.

“I love you, Donnie.”
 
 
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ang \\: white shirtcallmeang on May 16th, 2007 07:27 pm (UTC)
I think we need to get married again.

This breaks me and puts me back together in so many different ways... something about Charlie trying so hard to keep Don the Lover out of the Bradford's office, and then going right back to Don's house to fuck or get fucked by him.

God. You always get me more and more, baby doll. ♥
NV: [$$] krummie // dk loves youneur0vanity on May 16th, 2007 07:36 pm (UTC)
We'll renew our vows. ♥

ILU, boo. <3333
ang \\: maxim girlcallmeang on May 16th, 2007 07:38 pm (UTC)
See, the thing is this. If we renew our vows this time, we'll have to renew our vows every time you make me breathless and that'll be like. Two or three times a week. You'll get tired of that. :-*

ILU2 <333333
NV: [n3] megan/amita // gigglesneur0vanity on May 16th, 2007 07:58 pm (UTC)
That is a lot of vow renewals. Maybe we'll just have to settle for hot, lesbian sex.
ang \\: best. icon. eva. (joel fleishman)callmeang on May 16th, 2007 08:13 pm (UTC)
Psh, I was for sure that was a given.
NV: [n3] megan // seductiveneur0vanity on May 16th, 2007 09:34 pm (UTC)
It totally is. Super hot lesbian sex.
ang \\: megan - fbi!callmeang on May 16th, 2007 09:39 pm (UTC)
Oh and it will be superhot. So hot I might even break you. Or you'll break me. We might even break each other.
NV: [n3] megan // sunglassesneur0vanity on May 16th, 2007 09:46 pm (UTC)
We'll be broken to pieces and have to fight for breath.
ang \\: charlie 2callmeang on May 16th, 2007 09:49 pm (UTC)
People will wish they were us.
NV: [bones] hodgins // holy bathrobeneur0vanity on May 16th, 2007 10:05 pm (UTC)
They'll be like, "Damn, Ang and Neur0 have such hot sex. Why can't I be like them?" And then they'll cry.
ang \\: charlie i'm herecallmeang on May 16th, 2007 11:36 pm (UTC)
And we will laugh. I feel kind of bad for everyone else.
NV: [n3] charlie/amita // carneur0vanity on May 17th, 2007 12:02 am (UTC)
It's their responsibility to find their own sexy slash wives. *is the luckiest girl in the world*
ang \\: colbycallmeang on May 17th, 2007 12:27 am (UTC)
bwahaha, oh hell no, I'm the luckiest one. :-*
it only burns when I breathe: don&charlie_addicted_shantalanadevilspikedluv on May 16th, 2007 08:49 pm (UTC)
These were wonderful! Hot and sniffle-inducing. ♥
NV: [n3] eppescest // before youneur0vanity on May 16th, 2007 09:35 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, darling! ♥
Cynthia: CD Comforting Touch by midnighta1trackmind on May 16th, 2007 08:55 pm (UTC)
I really like this so far. You've done a great job with Bradford.
NV: [n3] group // landslideneur0vanity on May 16th, 2007 09:43 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I like Bradford a lot, and I've had a bit of experience with therapists, so I hope he comes off as believable.
Amamproof on May 17th, 2007 01:46 am (UTC)
I'm glad you decided to run with the therapy theme. I thought it was great on the show. The thing on the show that really grabbed me was that when Charlie said "I am not as helpless as people think", he spoke in the present tense even though he was talking about what happened when he was 8. That was very telling, I thought, and worth exploring further.

It's also nice to see Bradford in fic. I really like him.
NV: [n3] charlie // grinneur0vanity on May 17th, 2007 02:02 am (UTC)
Bradford's a good guy. I'm glad they created him.

I'm tempted to think TPTB might have thrown in the whole "not as helpless as people think" line for the fan fic writers that constantly terrorize Charlie or categorize him as the weakling. But then the rational side of me kicks in and remembers that Nick and Cheryl avoid fan fic like the plague. Still, Charlie's line was extremely heavy-handed. Not that I didn't enjoy it; I did.
Amamproof on May 17th, 2007 02:10 am (UTC)
Whenever Charlie gets emotional, Krummie's delivery always gets a touch heavy handed, too. I understand what he's doing--glassy-eyed, detaching, and it does work for him, but the combination of the line and his delivery, well, it went straight to my angst bunny.

Don, meanwhile, kicks things when he's upset. LOL
NV: [n3] don // agonize over thisneur0vanity on May 17th, 2007 02:51 am (UTC)
That eppie was all about the angst bunnies. Holy geez.
R-EVOLVE: *heart*!crotchjaredsexual on May 20th, 2007 06:39 am (UTC)
hey, lookit me reading eppescest again. hooray!

holy fuck, I forgot how amazing your fic was. D: damn.
NV: [n3] eppescest // at the tableneur0vanity on May 21st, 2007 01:08 am (UTC)
Thank you so much, darling!!! :D

Keep reading the 'cest. It's good for you!
Nicelyobsessed: charlie sad b&wnicelyobsessed on June 6th, 2007 08:11 pm (UTC)
When I read Charlie's cessions, i feel like I don't have the right to do that, this is strange.
I can picture Charlie on the couch, his feeling... This is brillant NV,
NV: [n3] charlie // cheersneur0vanity on June 7th, 2007 12:45 am (UTC)
Thank you so very much!
dodificusdodificus on July 4th, 2007 10:02 am (UTC)
Yay!! I've finally found another good don/charlie fic:) This was great, I love the therapy theme and you didn't hit the reader over the head with any huge revelations, just a quiet exploration of Charlie.
NV: [n3] eppescest // in your roomneur0vanity on July 5th, 2007 06:50 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad you enjoyed it!