We Have A Problem (March '08 Rewind & Summer Crossover: Heroes)
Title: We Have A Problem
Characters: Don, Alan, Charlie, Megan, Sylar.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500; 200, 3x100
Summary: Don goes looking for trouble.
Disclaimer: I own neither Numb3rs nor Heroes.
Feedback: Is always and greatly appreciated.
Author's Notes: This is part nine. Part eight can be found here. Also, see Author's Comment below.
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Uncertainty
Weary from the past several days, Don opened the door to his childhood home. A good dinner with his father and brother for company would put everything right again.
He shuffled through the entryway, dropping his keys and phone in the familiar fluted bowl. In the living room was his family and he paused to look at them. He’d still not made up his mind about what to tell them about his new ability.
“Donnie,” Alan greeted. “Come on in. Charlie’s just been telling me about the stranger in his class today.”
He walked towards them, thoughts preoccupied and scrambled.
Sweat
Charlie talked on, “… He was an odd guy. But, I mean with a name like Sylar, who wouldn’t be-”
Don leapt to his feet from the chair. “What did you say?”
His brother stared at him in confusion. “What? I just said he was an odd guy.”
He was looming over Charlie now and the smaller man shrank backwards. “His name, Charlie!”
Charlie shrugged. “He said his name was Sylar. What’s going on?”
Don’s hands slipped up into his hair, pulling and tugging. His mind raced in a thousand directions. “How… How did he even get in your class?”
His brother’s face turned cross now, eyes narrowing. “I said earlier that he just sat in on one of my lectures today. It’s not an uncommon occurrence for non-students to join in on classes. He didn’t say a word till the end when he came down to say that he found my work and words to be fascinating.”
He could feel his heartbeat racing and groaned. Turning fast, he ran to retrieve his phone and keys.
“Donnie, what’s going on?”
Don turned back to see Alan and Charlie standing and staring. “I can’t tell you know, but if you see him again, Charlie… Run.”
Reckless
Don gripped the steering wheel tight as he tore through the streets. His cell phone rang in his ear and he muttered to it, “Come on, come on, pick up!
The line clicked. “Hey, Agent Eppes, I didn’t expect to hear from you till tomorrow.”
Sirens screamed overhead as other drivers got out of the road. “He came after my brother!”
Megan’s breath caught. “Don, I’m so sorry. Noah thought he was holed up in that hotel.”
Don remembered the address that Bennet had let slip. He hung up the phone before he could hear her say, “…don’t go looking for him, Don. It’s what he wants.”
Countdown
The brakes squealed as he slammed the car into park. This dingy motel was where the bastard was hiding out. The thought to call for his team for help; but he didn’t want to see anyone else dead.
A smile and then the flash of his badge worked with the owner to get the room number.
Gun out, Don slowly opened the hotel room door. A sweep of the place revealed nothing.
The sound of the door closing made him spin around and he raised his gun to the man dressed in black.
Sylar merely grinned. "So nice of you to come to me, Agent Eppes."
Characters: Don, Alan, Charlie, Megan, Sylar.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500; 200, 3x100
Summary: Don goes looking for trouble.
Disclaimer: I own neither Numb3rs nor Heroes.
Feedback: Is always and greatly appreciated.
Author's Notes: This is part nine. Part eight can be found here. Also, see Author's Comment below.
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Uncertainty
Weary from the past several days, Don opened the door to his childhood home. A good dinner with his father and brother for company would put everything right again.
He shuffled through the entryway, dropping his keys and phone in the familiar fluted bowl. In the living room was his family and he paused to look at them. He’d still not made up his mind about what to tell them about his new ability.
“Donnie,” Alan greeted. “Come on in. Charlie’s just been telling me about the stranger in his class today.”
He walked towards them, thoughts preoccupied and scrambled.
Sweat
Charlie talked on, “… He was an odd guy. But, I mean with a name like Sylar, who wouldn’t be-”
Don leapt to his feet from the chair. “What did you say?”
His brother stared at him in confusion. “What? I just said he was an odd guy.”
He was looming over Charlie now and the smaller man shrank backwards. “His name, Charlie!”
Charlie shrugged. “He said his name was Sylar. What’s going on?”
Don’s hands slipped up into his hair, pulling and tugging. His mind raced in a thousand directions. “How… How did he even get in your class?”
His brother’s face turned cross now, eyes narrowing. “I said earlier that he just sat in on one of my lectures today. It’s not an uncommon occurrence for non-students to join in on classes. He didn’t say a word till the end when he came down to say that he found my work and words to be fascinating.”
He could feel his heartbeat racing and groaned. Turning fast, he ran to retrieve his phone and keys.
“Donnie, what’s going on?”
Don turned back to see Alan and Charlie standing and staring. “I can’t tell you know, but if you see him again, Charlie… Run.”
Reckless
Don gripped the steering wheel tight as he tore through the streets. His cell phone rang in his ear and he muttered to it, “Come on, come on, pick up!
The line clicked. “Hey, Agent Eppes, I didn’t expect to hear from you till tomorrow.”
Sirens screamed overhead as other drivers got out of the road. “He came after my brother!”
Megan’s breath caught. “Don, I’m so sorry. Noah thought he was holed up in that hotel.”
Don remembered the address that Bennet had let slip. He hung up the phone before he could hear her say, “…don’t go looking for him, Don. It’s what he wants.”
Countdown
The brakes squealed as he slammed the car into park. This dingy motel was where the bastard was hiding out. The thought to call for his team for help; but he didn’t want to see anyone else dead.
A smile and then the flash of his badge worked with the owner to get the room number.
Gun out, Don slowly opened the hotel room door. A sweep of the place revealed nothing.
The sound of the door closing made him spin around and he raised his gun to the man dressed in black.
Sylar merely grinned. "So nice of you to come to me, Agent Eppes."