Even Angels Fall
Title: Even Angels Fall
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/Characters: Amita/Charlie
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Uh, well, spoiler alert- Charlie and Amita are dating. Other than that, I don't think that there are really any specific spoilers. Nothing too earth shattering, anyway.
Summary: He wasn’t the perfect man and certainly not the perfect boyfriend, but he was perfect for her and she loved him with all of her heart. Oneshot.
A/N: This is my first endeavor in the NUMB3RS universe that doesn’t feature Colby. I know, I’m just as shocked by this development as y’all are. Maybe more so. Anyway, this was part of a sort of LJ meme and it’s inspired by Even Angels Fall by Jessica Riddle. Kind of. It’s really only based on the title, but whatever. Also, I don’t own NUMB3RS or the song and such. Don’t sue me, yadda yadda ya. Also, this is unbeta’d.
Even Angels Fall She didn’t know how it had happened. How had she managed to fall so thoroughly for someone whom she had sworn she would not? Charlie Eppes had been her professor, her thesis advisor and now he was her colleague. That made it less scandalous, yet it still wasn’t exactly comme il faut.
At first sight he was, perhaps, the perfect man. He was a wealthy, well liked and well known mathematician who helped the FBI solve crimes on the side. Almost everyone who knew him liked him and he well respected both within his field and outside of it. But he was far from the perfection that an outsider might see at first glance. He was in love with his numbers; no woman would ever come before them for him no matter how much he might love that woman.
He forgot their dates and when he did remember he was almost always late. More often than not when they were talking she could tell that his mind was somewhere else entirely, it was with one of his equations or another. And she could scarcely begin to count how many times she had woken up after they had made love to discover that his body was no longer intertwined with her own only to find him down in the garage scribbling furiously on his chalkboards.
But she loved him. She loved how much he loved the numbers because she, too, was in love with them. She loved being with a man who loved them and saw the beauty and mystic of the numbers as she did. And she didn’t mind so much when he forgot their dates because he would always remember later and he would send flowers or chocolate and he would take her out to lunch at a nice restaurant- a refreshing change from the CalSci dining hall where she usually dined during the week. And when he was late it was alright, too, because he was always so sweetly apologetic and she could spend the few extra minutes grading a few papers. And she understood the hypnotizing quality that the expressions seemed to hold, she understood how easy it was to lose track of everything but the numbers when you were working on a problem.
And most off all she didn’t mind waking up to find that he was once again dancing with the numbers in the garage because watching him work was like watching Michelangelo sculpt or Mary Lou Retton on the balance beam. It was art and it was beautiful to watch. She knew that most people wouldn’t understand what was so breathtaking about it- to them he was just some wild haired guy jumping around and scribbling seemingly random figures on chalkboards, but to her it was the most glorious thing she had ever set her eyes upon.
He wasn’t the perfect man and certainly not the perfect boyfriend, but he was perfect for her and she loved him with all of her heart.
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/Characters: Amita/Charlie
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Uh, well, spoiler alert- Charlie and Amita are dating. Other than that, I don't think that there are really any specific spoilers. Nothing too earth shattering, anyway.
Summary: He wasn’t the perfect man and certainly not the perfect boyfriend, but he was perfect for her and she loved him with all of her heart. Oneshot.
A/N: This is my first endeavor in the NUMB3RS universe that doesn’t feature Colby. I know, I’m just as shocked by this development as y’all are. Maybe more so. Anyway, this was part of a sort of LJ meme and it’s inspired by Even Angels Fall by Jessica Riddle. Kind of. It’s really only based on the title, but whatever. Also, I don’t own NUMB3RS or the song and such. Don’t sue me, yadda yadda ya. Also, this is unbeta’d.
Even Angels Fall She didn’t know how it had happened. How had she managed to fall so thoroughly for someone whom she had sworn she would not? Charlie Eppes had been her professor, her thesis advisor and now he was her colleague. That made it less scandalous, yet it still wasn’t exactly comme il faut.
At first sight he was, perhaps, the perfect man. He was a wealthy, well liked and well known mathematician who helped the FBI solve crimes on the side. Almost everyone who knew him liked him and he well respected both within his field and outside of it. But he was far from the perfection that an outsider might see at first glance. He was in love with his numbers; no woman would ever come before them for him no matter how much he might love that woman.
He forgot their dates and when he did remember he was almost always late. More often than not when they were talking she could tell that his mind was somewhere else entirely, it was with one of his equations or another. And she could scarcely begin to count how many times she had woken up after they had made love to discover that his body was no longer intertwined with her own only to find him down in the garage scribbling furiously on his chalkboards.
But she loved him. She loved how much he loved the numbers because she, too, was in love with them. She loved being with a man who loved them and saw the beauty and mystic of the numbers as she did. And she didn’t mind so much when he forgot their dates because he would always remember later and he would send flowers or chocolate and he would take her out to lunch at a nice restaurant- a refreshing change from the CalSci dining hall where she usually dined during the week. And when he was late it was alright, too, because he was always so sweetly apologetic and she could spend the few extra minutes grading a few papers. And she understood the hypnotizing quality that the expressions seemed to hold, she understood how easy it was to lose track of everything but the numbers when you were working on a problem.
And most off all she didn’t mind waking up to find that he was once again dancing with the numbers in the garage because watching him work was like watching Michelangelo sculpt or Mary Lou Retton on the balance beam. It was art and it was beautiful to watch. She knew that most people wouldn’t understand what was so breathtaking about it- to them he was just some wild haired guy jumping around and scribbling seemingly random figures on chalkboards, but to her it was the most glorious thing she had ever set her eyes upon.
He wasn’t the perfect man and certainly not the perfect boyfriend, but he was perfect for her and she loved him with all of her heart.