FIC: Broken, Colby
Don't own; don't sue.
Direct sequel to Cracking, Breaking.
Colby glanced at his ringing cell phone. He did what he'd done all weekend; he'd ignored it.
Normally, he wasn't the kind to blow off calls. He considered his work too important. But he knew the calls weren't about work.
The phone finally quit ringing and he waited for the beep signaling a message. When none came, he shook his head.
Can't they just leave me alone? he thought bitterly.
Even as he stared at the ceiling, he knew the answer to the question. They were worried about him.
He sighed and sat up on the couch. He supposed he should call David and let him know he was okay and to have everyone quit calling him.
Not that he really thought that would end the calls.
Charlie and Amita weren't quite ready to give up.
Of course, that wouldn't last long. They'd stop to think and realize that Colby was right to end it. It didn't take a genius to see that they wouldn't last long term.
And maybe that was the problem. Neither of them had looked at the situation like a regular person.
Too smart to see the writing on the wall.
Colby rose and headed for the kitchen. He hadn't really been hungry since Friday night, but he knew he should eat something. Going without eating for two days wasn't smart, especially if he was going to work tomorrow.
I do have some sick days left... Colby thought as he stared at the contents of his fridge. Nothing looked good.
Sighing, he pulled an apple from the crisper. It was a start.
Colby plunked back down on the couch and stared at the TV. The black screen stared back at him, but he was too listless to find the remote.
His landline started ringing and turned his head to look at it. After several moments, the answering machine picked up.
"This is Colby; leave a message."
"Hey, Buddy, pick up. Come on. I know you're home." David sighed. "Colby, man, pick up. I just... I just want to know you're okay and not drowning in your bathroom 'cause you slipped and fell in the shower."
Need to take a shower to fall in one, Colby thought.
"Just... call me."
Colby shook his head at David's second sigh. He didn't feel like talking to anyone. Still he reached for his cell and typed a quick text message.
Still alive. Stop calling.
He hit send and then sent a second message to Don, taking one of his sick days. That done he tossed the phone on the coffee table in disgust.
Sighing, Colby tossed his half-eaten apple towards the trash can and laid back on the couch. Maybe things would look better in an hour.
His eyes were just starting to close when his cellphone began to ring.
"Oh, for fuck's sake."
Colby grabbed his phone and chucked it as hard as he could towards the bedroom. He heard it thump against the bed and he grunted.
He wasn't working and he didn't want to talk to anyone so...
The ringing of his other phone made him bang his head against the arm of the couch. "Seriously!"
He lifted himself up to look a the phone just as the machine picked up. "This is Colby; leave a message."
The answering dial tone had him growling and stalking over to the phone. He pulled the plug out of the wall.
"Just leave me alone," he snarled as he threw himself back down onto the couch.
Direct sequel to Cracking, Breaking.
Colby glanced at his ringing cell phone. He did what he'd done all weekend; he'd ignored it.
Normally, he wasn't the kind to blow off calls. He considered his work too important. But he knew the calls weren't about work.
The phone finally quit ringing and he waited for the beep signaling a message. When none came, he shook his head.
Can't they just leave me alone? he thought bitterly.
Even as he stared at the ceiling, he knew the answer to the question. They were worried about him.
He sighed and sat up on the couch. He supposed he should call David and let him know he was okay and to have everyone quit calling him.
Not that he really thought that would end the calls.
Charlie and Amita weren't quite ready to give up.
Of course, that wouldn't last long. They'd stop to think and realize that Colby was right to end it. It didn't take a genius to see that they wouldn't last long term.
And maybe that was the problem. Neither of them had looked at the situation like a regular person.
Too smart to see the writing on the wall.
Colby rose and headed for the kitchen. He hadn't really been hungry since Friday night, but he knew he should eat something. Going without eating for two days wasn't smart, especially if he was going to work tomorrow.
I do have some sick days left... Colby thought as he stared at the contents of his fridge. Nothing looked good.
Sighing, he pulled an apple from the crisper. It was a start.
Colby plunked back down on the couch and stared at the TV. The black screen stared back at him, but he was too listless to find the remote.
His landline started ringing and turned his head to look at it. After several moments, the answering machine picked up.
"This is Colby; leave a message."
"Hey, Buddy, pick up. Come on. I know you're home." David sighed. "Colby, man, pick up. I just... I just want to know you're okay and not drowning in your bathroom 'cause you slipped and fell in the shower."
Need to take a shower to fall in one, Colby thought.
"Just... call me."
Colby shook his head at David's second sigh. He didn't feel like talking to anyone. Still he reached for his cell and typed a quick text message.
Still alive. Stop calling.
He hit send and then sent a second message to Don, taking one of his sick days. That done he tossed the phone on the coffee table in disgust.
Sighing, Colby tossed his half-eaten apple towards the trash can and laid back on the couch. Maybe things would look better in an hour.
His eyes were just starting to close when his cellphone began to ring.
"Oh, for fuck's sake."
Colby grabbed his phone and chucked it as hard as he could towards the bedroom. He heard it thump against the bed and he grunted.
He wasn't working and he didn't want to talk to anyone so...
The ringing of his other phone made him bang his head against the arm of the couch. "Seriously!"
He lifted himself up to look a the phone just as the machine picked up. "This is Colby; leave a message."
The answering dial tone had him growling and stalking over to the phone. He pulled the plug out of the wall.
"Just leave me alone," he snarled as he threw himself back down onto the couch.