Fixed [2/9] (Colby/OFC-Callie, G)
Originally posted to mustangcandi and shared 11.20.07 through savecolby...
Title: Fixed, Part II of IX
Characters/Pairings: OFC-Callie, inferred - Colby, Don/OFC-Emily
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,162
Summary: She's not letting him in...not this time.
Spoilers: 3.24 - The Janus List
Notes/Warnings: The second part of the follow up series to Broken. I wrote all 9 "Fixed" pieces after 3.24 - The Janus List but before 4.01 - Trust Metric to resolve my issues with the situation so I could sleep at night. Any similarities between this and Trust Metric are PURELY coincidental...no credit is meant to have been taken or earned from this fan fic. It was all for my own personal therapy. Beware the angst.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
The words were still echoing through her mind and through her heart when the phone rang later that night. “Colby’s coming back.” She saw the number on her screen. “He wants to see you Callie.” She turned off her phone. She wasn’t going to talk to him…even if she did admire the nerve of him trying to call her as soon as he was free to do so.
She allowed herself a couple glasses of wine while she sat on her back deck, wrapped up in a blanket against the cool early spring air as she listened to the ocean coming to shore. The sound had always relaxed her…and tonight, it was what she needed most. She needed to relax…to not think about everything she had been through this past month and how her life had yet again been disrupted with the news today. “Colby’s coming back.” The words resounded through her being and she thought of all the tears she had cried - not for him alone, but for the sadness she felt knowing he would be spending the rest of his life in a federal prison. And now, even that had been a lie.
She found herself reliving every moment from the past two years of her life. Everything about that time somehow seemed cheapened now because there was doubt - had any of it been real? Had any of it meant anything to him or had she just been part of the plot all along? At least if he had just been a traitor - she could have rationalized that he loved her even though he kept this secret life from her. But now, knowing that it had all been part of an assignment - she wondered…had anything he told her been true? If he was that deep undercover, his entire life story could have been fabricated…reduced to nothing but a series of well thought out lies. Nothing she knew about him seemed true to her any more. How could she have let herself become a part of that? The more she thought about this, the angrier she got as she downed the rest of the wine in the glass. It was all just too much for her to consider.
For the first time in as long as she could remember, she went to bed early - leaving the doors to the deck in her bedroom cracked despite the chill in the night air. The sound of the ocean drowned out the voices with each wave and helped her to fall asleep…but that night that was all it could do for her. All night she tossed and turned - dreaming of games where she was a pawn being moved about on a large board by unseen hands. Then, just when she thought she’d finally won the game - her dreams filled with storms. There were tidal waves washing over her…causing her to struggle for air even in sleep. It kept her from resting. It disturbed her enough that she was even hesitant to enter the water at dawn as had become her daily routine. She needed to go surfing. She needed that time to find her peace…to prepare for the day.
Whatever peace she found in the water was disturbed when she turned on her phone knowing she’d need it for work. There were 2 messages...from him. She didn’t even want to hear his voice she seethed, though her broken heart struggled against her anger and her better judgment. In a moment of weakness, she found herself opening her phone with her finger on the button to “connect to voicemail” but with a frustrated groan, instead she tossed it onto the bed and headed for the shower.
The drive to the office had been particularly brutal with the icon on her phone taunting her as a constant reminder that she had unheard messages. She didn’t even want to risk connecting to delete them for fear that hearing one sound from his deep, raspy voice would be her undoing - that voice that could render her body helpless in so many ways with a whisper, a laugh, a cry of passion. And she was stronger than that. She was still too angry…still too betrayed to let him back in, even for a moment. After all, who was he to her? He was a stranger now…she knew nothing about him. Well, she knew nothing except how he held her, and how he made love to her. She knew how he looked at her as though she were the only woman alive. His eyes…his beautiful hazel eyes - every thing she thought she needed to know had been there…and in his eyes, he loved her.
He had been such a cool liar, she thought snapping out of the dream she’d let herself slip into as her phone rang again. This time the number on the screen didn’t tie her stomach in knots and she answered. Emily heard from Don what was happening and she insisted that the two of them have lunch that day. Just from the tone of her voice, Callie could tell that Emily was livid…at Colby, at Don, at the entire situation. She was sure that Don was not going to be in a pleasant mood when she arrived at the office - particularly after hearing that Emily had been so mad at him she’d made him sleep on the couch that night. She had planned on avoiding him as best she could anyway, but this new information furthered her motivation for avoidance.
Oddly enough, she found comfort in the fact that she wasn’t the only one upset with him even if she knew it wasn’t his fault. He had received his orders. Colby was coming back…and she couldn’t do anything about that - except be angry at any one who could let it happen. She also found mild satisfaction in knowing that she wasn’t the only one being made miserable over this situation. Emily could be the sweetest person alive until you made her angry, and then she was a different beast all together…and knowing that Don had to deal with that actually made her smile. And it made her smile every time she saw the trade mark scowl across Don’s face during the day. Serves him right, she thought more pleased than she cared to admit as she struggled through the seemingly endless work day.
When she finally found herself at home again, she was thinking once more about the things she and Emily had discussed over lunch. She thought again about her life…wondering what truth she could find…if any at all. And that night, there were three more phone calls - three new messages from Colby. She wasn’t sure if he was desperate or if he’d gone mad while he was away…no matter, she didn’t care. She wasn’t going to let him in again…not this time. [ original post]
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Title: Fixed, Part II of IX
Characters/Pairings: OFC-Callie, inferred - Colby, Don/OFC-Emily
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,162
Summary: She's not letting him in...not this time.
Spoilers: 3.24 - The Janus List
Notes/Warnings: The second part of the follow up series to Broken. I wrote all 9 "Fixed" pieces after 3.24 - The Janus List but before 4.01 - Trust Metric to resolve my issues with the situation so I could sleep at night. Any similarities between this and Trust Metric are PURELY coincidental...no credit is meant to have been taken or earned from this fan fic. It was all for my own personal therapy. Beware the angst.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
The words were still echoing through her mind and through her heart when the phone rang later that night. “Colby’s coming back.” She saw the number on her screen. “He wants to see you Callie.” She turned off her phone. She wasn’t going to talk to him…even if she did admire the nerve of him trying to call her as soon as he was free to do so.
She allowed herself a couple glasses of wine while she sat on her back deck, wrapped up in a blanket against the cool early spring air as she listened to the ocean coming to shore. The sound had always relaxed her…and tonight, it was what she needed most. She needed to relax…to not think about everything she had been through this past month and how her life had yet again been disrupted with the news today. “Colby’s coming back.” The words resounded through her being and she thought of all the tears she had cried - not for him alone, but for the sadness she felt knowing he would be spending the rest of his life in a federal prison. And now, even that had been a lie.
She found herself reliving every moment from the past two years of her life. Everything about that time somehow seemed cheapened now because there was doubt - had any of it been real? Had any of it meant anything to him or had she just been part of the plot all along? At least if he had just been a traitor - she could have rationalized that he loved her even though he kept this secret life from her. But now, knowing that it had all been part of an assignment - she wondered…had anything he told her been true? If he was that deep undercover, his entire life story could have been fabricated…reduced to nothing but a series of well thought out lies. Nothing she knew about him seemed true to her any more. How could she have let herself become a part of that? The more she thought about this, the angrier she got as she downed the rest of the wine in the glass. It was all just too much for her to consider.
For the first time in as long as she could remember, she went to bed early - leaving the doors to the deck in her bedroom cracked despite the chill in the night air. The sound of the ocean drowned out the voices with each wave and helped her to fall asleep…but that night that was all it could do for her. All night she tossed and turned - dreaming of games where she was a pawn being moved about on a large board by unseen hands. Then, just when she thought she’d finally won the game - her dreams filled with storms. There were tidal waves washing over her…causing her to struggle for air even in sleep. It kept her from resting. It disturbed her enough that she was even hesitant to enter the water at dawn as had become her daily routine. She needed to go surfing. She needed that time to find her peace…to prepare for the day.
Whatever peace she found in the water was disturbed when she turned on her phone knowing she’d need it for work. There were 2 messages...from him. She didn’t even want to hear his voice she seethed, though her broken heart struggled against her anger and her better judgment. In a moment of weakness, she found herself opening her phone with her finger on the button to “connect to voicemail” but with a frustrated groan, instead she tossed it onto the bed and headed for the shower.
The drive to the office had been particularly brutal with the icon on her phone taunting her as a constant reminder that she had unheard messages. She didn’t even want to risk connecting to delete them for fear that hearing one sound from his deep, raspy voice would be her undoing - that voice that could render her body helpless in so many ways with a whisper, a laugh, a cry of passion. And she was stronger than that. She was still too angry…still too betrayed to let him back in, even for a moment. After all, who was he to her? He was a stranger now…she knew nothing about him. Well, she knew nothing except how he held her, and how he made love to her. She knew how he looked at her as though she were the only woman alive. His eyes…his beautiful hazel eyes - every thing she thought she needed to know had been there…and in his eyes, he loved her.
He had been such a cool liar, she thought snapping out of the dream she’d let herself slip into as her phone rang again. This time the number on the screen didn’t tie her stomach in knots and she answered. Emily heard from Don what was happening and she insisted that the two of them have lunch that day. Just from the tone of her voice, Callie could tell that Emily was livid…at Colby, at Don, at the entire situation. She was sure that Don was not going to be in a pleasant mood when she arrived at the office - particularly after hearing that Emily had been so mad at him she’d made him sleep on the couch that night. She had planned on avoiding him as best she could anyway, but this new information furthered her motivation for avoidance.
Oddly enough, she found comfort in the fact that she wasn’t the only one upset with him even if she knew it wasn’t his fault. He had received his orders. Colby was coming back…and she couldn’t do anything about that - except be angry at any one who could let it happen. She also found mild satisfaction in knowing that she wasn’t the only one being made miserable over this situation. Emily could be the sweetest person alive until you made her angry, and then she was a different beast all together…and knowing that Don had to deal with that actually made her smile. And it made her smile every time she saw the trade mark scowl across Don’s face during the day. Serves him right, she thought more pleased than she cared to admit as she struggled through the seemingly endless work day.
When she finally found herself at home again, she was thinking once more about the things she and Emily had discussed over lunch. She thought again about her life…wondering what truth she could find…if any at all. And that night, there were three more phone calls - three new messages from Colby. She wasn’t sure if he was desperate or if he’d gone mad while he was away…no matter, she didn’t care. She wasn’t going to let him in again…not this time. [ original post]
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