Nutty by Nature (Charlie, G)
Posted for the numb3rs100 prompt: Nature...
Title: Nutty by Nature
Characters/Pairings: Charlie
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Summary: He had to find the pattern.
Spoilers: none, pre-series
Notes/Warnings: My first Charlie fic! I dedicate this fic to the two squirrels who live outside the window of my bedroom. I have affectionately named them Piggy and Twiggy. Piggy and Twiggy put a smile on my face when I was working on my dissertation and they continue to entertain me. They, along with the little friends that often come to play, inspired this drabble. Enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
He shifted his gaze outside.
Hop. Hop. Forage.
The two squirrels chased each other around a tree in the Princeton courtyard.
There had to be a pattern. There was a pattern for every thing. If he bent his mind toward it, he was sure he could figure out an equation explaining every stochastic movement from the furry little creatures.
Setting pencil to paper, he scribbled; then stared once more outside. Why couldn’t he just watch and be amused?
He had to find the pattern.
“Care to join us Mr. Eppes?” the professor of world literature interrupted.
He was busted. Nuts.
Title: Nutty by Nature
Characters/Pairings: Charlie
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Summary: He had to find the pattern.
Spoilers: none, pre-series
Notes/Warnings: My first Charlie fic! I dedicate this fic to the two squirrels who live outside the window of my bedroom. I have affectionately named them Piggy and Twiggy. Piggy and Twiggy put a smile on my face when I was working on my dissertation and they continue to entertain me. They, along with the little friends that often come to play, inspired this drabble. Enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
He shifted his gaze outside.
Hop. Hop. Forage.
The two squirrels chased each other around a tree in the Princeton courtyard.
There had to be a pattern. There was a pattern for every thing. If he bent his mind toward it, he was sure he could figure out an equation explaining every stochastic movement from the furry little creatures.
Setting pencil to paper, he scribbled; then stared once more outside. Why couldn’t he just watch and be amused?
He had to find the pattern.
“Care to join us Mr. Eppes?” the professor of world literature interrupted.
He was busted. Nuts.