FIC: Holding on to a lie, Part 23 (David/Amita, Colby/Charlie, Charlie/Amita, Colby/Amita, Alan, R)
Title: "The fix"
Series: Holding on to a lie, Part 23
Characters: David/Amita, Colby/Charlie, Charlie/Amita, Colby/Amita, Alan.
Rating: R.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Non-con.
Summary: No one had the right to take advantage of another human being.
Feedback: I love it, yay! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it. But I do own any OCs.
Beta: The wonderful fredbassett.
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Part 23: “The fix”
What are her plans?
The images of Amita touching him in the most inappropriate way filled David’s mind. His skin tensed every time, because he could really feel her fingers tracing parts of his body they shouldn’t, forcing him to give her the pleasure that was destined to be somebody else’s.
David didn’t know where her limits were. He didn’t even if she had any.
And he didn’t really have to listen to the sounds that came from Berenson’s bug inside the house, he only needed the occasional glimpse of Don’s worried face to get the idea that things weren’t going well, not even with Edgerton on the case.
Struggling with the situation was hard. He had drunk so much lately, but he hadn’t been able to stop the nightmares…
Liz and Berenson weren’t coming out of the house. David knew that he couldn’t avoid dealing with what was happening, there was a very strong feeling in his heart...
Colby’s your best friend, your partner. He tried to help you and you pushed him away, you hurt him. He needs you and you can’t turn your back at him right now.
“David, I need you to get in that van and tell me what the hell is going on in there, do you understand me?” Don suddenly told him in a harsh voice.
And of course, David responded. No more walking around, no more obsessing over the incident that had taken place at Amita’s apartment a few weeks ago. He had to help save his friends, he had to get Colby to a safe place…
But as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t take getting inside that house. He couldn’t deal with Amita talking about the way she had forced him to have sex with her.
While Megan and Don talked, David got in the van and put on his headphones. His rapist was talking again, assuming that Don was the one listening.
“Don, the fact that you’re bringing my family is not going to change anything. I almost never have any contact with them, anyway.” Amita walked around, looked at Alan and said, “I’m so sorry you’re so pale that you look older than you really are, Alan. You’re such a vigorous man.”
Then she turned to Bob, who was focused in drinking his tea, and finally she analyzed Charlie. There were people coming, yet he looked terrible. So she ran to the kitchen, damped a cloth and returned to the dining room. “Ok, let’s get you all handsome again. You’re going to meet my parents today, Charlie.”
He just stared at her with angry eyes as she washed his sweaty skin with the cloth. Sometimes she even slid it over his dried lips on purpose, in an intimate, public gesture.
But eventually, Charlie took his eyes off her. Amita knew she was looking at Colby and she hated it. She hated the feeling she could see and understand, a feeling that she had for Charlie while Charlie had it for Colby.
Charlie’s voice distracted her for a moment, “You really don’t care?”
“Care about what?”
“About your parents coming… About Colby and I…”
The question got her mad. It wasn’t fair that he was asking that, when Colby and Charlie had hurt her so much. “Should I, considering what you’ve done?” she snapped, squeezing his shoulder harder than she should.
“You should,” Colby suddenly said.
Annoyed that he had dared to actually talk to her, Amita turned around, leaving Charlie. “Oh, Colby…,” she called the FBI agent. “I would suggest you shut up.”
“Why? I’m telling the truth. If you loved Charlie, you’d care about how much he’s suffering right now.”
“No, there’s no wa-”
“Look at him.”
Breathing hard, Amita trembled. She wasn’t expecting that reaction from her body. She had always known that this wasn’t showing the world how much she loved Charlie, but her mind has managed not to pay attention to the idea - the desire of revenge and living out her fantasy had always been so strong that it had overcome everything else.
But Colby had said it, and there was love in his eyes, too, love for the person who was now on a chair not very close to him, but sharing the same feeling.
Looking at Charlie right now would an entirely different meaning. “I don’t need to.”
“Then tell me how the hell you’re going to look at him after what you’ve done. Tell me that you won’t feel any guilt.”
Colby was being so honest, and his voice wasn’t exactly steady, but he was certainly doing his best to… work her mind.
She wouldn’t let him.
She shook her head, trying to get back the feeling of being surrounded by a beautiful lie. She needed to recover it or everything would come apart and she wouldn’t be able to take it. If that happened, then she didn’t know how she’d react.
This is not over.
Smiling, she ran her hands through her hair, and an idea popped into her head. It wasn’t nice and it would cause her a lot of pain afterwards, but maybe… just maybe…
Amita covered her face with her hands. She felt sad and angry, and for some reason she couldn’t stop laughing…
“Amita, please, reconsider this situation…” Charlie’s voice faded after he said that.
She simply uncovered her face and looked at him, ignoring his pleading. “You’ll see. You won’t enjoy it, but you’ll see.”
Slowly, Amita walked over Colby and looked at him. She put a hand on his chest and let it slip between the buttons of his shirt. Then her fingers traveled downwards…
“Do you remember what you did in the garage?” she whispered. “Now you’ll get to watch me take what you love, just the way I watched Colby take what belonged to me.”
There was a moment of silence. Then Colby’s eyes went wide open in shock and Charlie said, “No!”
She knew she was going to make a mistake, just like she had made it with David… but again, the anticipation had been building up for hours and just the sweaty touch of Colby’s body was overwhelming, considering what she was about to do to him…
She felt like Alice in Wonderland - chased but strong, powerful, willingly blocking any kind of regret.
What a wonderful world.
David held his breath. What had Charlie and Colby done in the garage that could have been so terrible?
When Charlie said, “No!” David tried to find the answer, but he didn’t have a clue.
He recognized in his heart the same kind of desperation he’d had felt that morning when he had ran into Amita at CalSci when he was looking for Charlie. Then, the sensation of being at her mercy all over again had been overwhelming.
He had hit Colby and he had hated it. Maybe if he had explained to him what was going on with Amita, maybe if he hadn’t been too afraid and too proud to tell anyone about the incident…
Maybe if he would have been a better friend, this wouldn’t have happened.
His palms were sweaty over the headphones as he kept listening, trying to find a way to guess Amita’s next moves.
“Ah, Colby… Always so willing to sacrifice yourself… in order to save the world…” she was whispering now.
No… this can’t be happening… No, no, no, damn it!
When Amita started tracing the front of his pants with her hand, Colby jumped against the banister, trying to get away from her. He hadn’t expected this - Amita’s lust, Amita’s revenge…
No. Just… no.
He had been so stupid. He had told Ian that he knew what to do, but in fact the only plan he’d had was to make Amita angry so she’d take it up on him and not the others. He had been a triple agent, he had been about to die, he had almost lost all his friends…
Apparently, there was nothing worse she could do to him and there was nothing he couldn’t take. But Colby now realized that his choices about how to fix the situation had been the worst he could have made.
Ian probably couldn’t even see him from upstairs - he didn’t know what was going on. Colby needed to yell it, he needed to ask someone’s help, since the people that were behind Amita weren’t or couldn’t do anything for him. Berenson was still, about to faint… Alan was trying to say something… Charlie was asking Amita to stop, and he had tears in his eyes. Tears and horror.
“Please, Amita… Don’t… Don’t…” Alan said, and his voice faded. Suddenly, he slipped from the table and fainted, taking the chair with him onto the floor.
“Dad!” Charlie yelled in desperation, and then he kept calling Colby’s name…
He felt sick when Amita approached him. He could feel her hand opening his jeans, he could feel her breath on his face. He could even feel her tongue licking his bottom lip, teasing him as if she could drag some kind of arousal from him.
David… This is what she did to you.
When she got a hand inside his pants, he couldn’t take it anymore.
As he kept listening, David ran a hand over his forehead. He had heard Alan, then Charlie calling his father’s name, then the sound of something falling onto the floor…
He couldn’t wait any longer. He just couldn’t. But then again - facing Amita? The simple thought of it made him tremble.
Colby…
Amita and David’s partner, they were both talking…
“You like this, don’t you?” she was saying.
“No.”
“You do.”
“I said I don’t! Get your hands off me, now!”
David lost his ability to breathe. His brain lost control of the memories and the potential damage the encounter could cause him. This was Colby, this was his best friend. He wouldn’t let him or anyone go through the same experience he’d had.
No one had the right to take advantage of another human being.
“No!” David yelled as he threw his headphones away. He grabbed two loaded guns he had beside him and got out of the van. “Colby!”
He ran as fast as he could and he didn’t look back when he heard Don yelling his name. David knew that no one would understand, but he didn’t care. He didn’t even care what could happen to him inside that house anymore.
Because, in this situation, he could be the key. He could even be the only effective fix.
Series: Holding on to a lie, Part 23
Characters: David/Amita, Colby/Charlie, Charlie/Amita, Colby/Amita, Alan.
Rating: R.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Non-con.
Summary: No one had the right to take advantage of another human being.
Feedback: I love it, yay! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or anything related to it. But I do own any OCs.
Beta: The wonderful fredbassett.
Previous chapter
Next chapter
Holding on to a lie
Part 23: “The fix”
What are her plans?
The images of Amita touching him in the most inappropriate way filled David’s mind. His skin tensed every time, because he could really feel her fingers tracing parts of his body they shouldn’t, forcing him to give her the pleasure that was destined to be somebody else’s.
David didn’t know where her limits were. He didn’t even if she had any.
And he didn’t really have to listen to the sounds that came from Berenson’s bug inside the house, he only needed the occasional glimpse of Don’s worried face to get the idea that things weren’t going well, not even with Edgerton on the case.
Struggling with the situation was hard. He had drunk so much lately, but he hadn’t been able to stop the nightmares…
Liz and Berenson weren’t coming out of the house. David knew that he couldn’t avoid dealing with what was happening, there was a very strong feeling in his heart...
Colby’s your best friend, your partner. He tried to help you and you pushed him away, you hurt him. He needs you and you can’t turn your back at him right now.
“David, I need you to get in that van and tell me what the hell is going on in there, do you understand me?” Don suddenly told him in a harsh voice.
And of course, David responded. No more walking around, no more obsessing over the incident that had taken place at Amita’s apartment a few weeks ago. He had to help save his friends, he had to get Colby to a safe place…
But as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t take getting inside that house. He couldn’t deal with Amita talking about the way she had forced him to have sex with her.
While Megan and Don talked, David got in the van and put on his headphones. His rapist was talking again, assuming that Don was the one listening.
“Don, the fact that you’re bringing my family is not going to change anything. I almost never have any contact with them, anyway.” Amita walked around, looked at Alan and said, “I’m so sorry you’re so pale that you look older than you really are, Alan. You’re such a vigorous man.”
Then she turned to Bob, who was focused in drinking his tea, and finally she analyzed Charlie. There were people coming, yet he looked terrible. So she ran to the kitchen, damped a cloth and returned to the dining room. “Ok, let’s get you all handsome again. You’re going to meet my parents today, Charlie.”
He just stared at her with angry eyes as she washed his sweaty skin with the cloth. Sometimes she even slid it over his dried lips on purpose, in an intimate, public gesture.
But eventually, Charlie took his eyes off her. Amita knew she was looking at Colby and she hated it. She hated the feeling she could see and understand, a feeling that she had for Charlie while Charlie had it for Colby.
Charlie’s voice distracted her for a moment, “You really don’t care?”
“Care about what?”
“About your parents coming… About Colby and I…”
The question got her mad. It wasn’t fair that he was asking that, when Colby and Charlie had hurt her so much. “Should I, considering what you’ve done?” she snapped, squeezing his shoulder harder than she should.
“You should,” Colby suddenly said.
Annoyed that he had dared to actually talk to her, Amita turned around, leaving Charlie. “Oh, Colby…,” she called the FBI agent. “I would suggest you shut up.”
“Why? I’m telling the truth. If you loved Charlie, you’d care about how much he’s suffering right now.”
“No, there’s no wa-”
“Look at him.”
Breathing hard, Amita trembled. She wasn’t expecting that reaction from her body. She had always known that this wasn’t showing the world how much she loved Charlie, but her mind has managed not to pay attention to the idea - the desire of revenge and living out her fantasy had always been so strong that it had overcome everything else.
But Colby had said it, and there was love in his eyes, too, love for the person who was now on a chair not very close to him, but sharing the same feeling.
Looking at Charlie right now would an entirely different meaning. “I don’t need to.”
“Then tell me how the hell you’re going to look at him after what you’ve done. Tell me that you won’t feel any guilt.”
Colby was being so honest, and his voice wasn’t exactly steady, but he was certainly doing his best to… work her mind.
She wouldn’t let him.
She shook her head, trying to get back the feeling of being surrounded by a beautiful lie. She needed to recover it or everything would come apart and she wouldn’t be able to take it. If that happened, then she didn’t know how she’d react.
This is not over.
Smiling, she ran her hands through her hair, and an idea popped into her head. It wasn’t nice and it would cause her a lot of pain afterwards, but maybe… just maybe…
Amita covered her face with her hands. She felt sad and angry, and for some reason she couldn’t stop laughing…
“Amita, please, reconsider this situation…” Charlie’s voice faded after he said that.
She simply uncovered her face and looked at him, ignoring his pleading. “You’ll see. You won’t enjoy it, but you’ll see.”
Slowly, Amita walked over Colby and looked at him. She put a hand on his chest and let it slip between the buttons of his shirt. Then her fingers traveled downwards…
“Do you remember what you did in the garage?” she whispered. “Now you’ll get to watch me take what you love, just the way I watched Colby take what belonged to me.”
There was a moment of silence. Then Colby’s eyes went wide open in shock and Charlie said, “No!”
She knew she was going to make a mistake, just like she had made it with David… but again, the anticipation had been building up for hours and just the sweaty touch of Colby’s body was overwhelming, considering what she was about to do to him…
She felt like Alice in Wonderland - chased but strong, powerful, willingly blocking any kind of regret.
What a wonderful world.
David held his breath. What had Charlie and Colby done in the garage that could have been so terrible?
When Charlie said, “No!” David tried to find the answer, but he didn’t have a clue.
He recognized in his heart the same kind of desperation he’d had felt that morning when he had ran into Amita at CalSci when he was looking for Charlie. Then, the sensation of being at her mercy all over again had been overwhelming.
He had hit Colby and he had hated it. Maybe if he had explained to him what was going on with Amita, maybe if he hadn’t been too afraid and too proud to tell anyone about the incident…
Maybe if he would have been a better friend, this wouldn’t have happened.
His palms were sweaty over the headphones as he kept listening, trying to find a way to guess Amita’s next moves.
“Ah, Colby… Always so willing to sacrifice yourself… in order to save the world…” she was whispering now.
No… this can’t be happening… No, no, no, damn it!
When Amita started tracing the front of his pants with her hand, Colby jumped against the banister, trying to get away from her. He hadn’t expected this - Amita’s lust, Amita’s revenge…
No. Just… no.
He had been so stupid. He had told Ian that he knew what to do, but in fact the only plan he’d had was to make Amita angry so she’d take it up on him and not the others. He had been a triple agent, he had been about to die, he had almost lost all his friends…
Apparently, there was nothing worse she could do to him and there was nothing he couldn’t take. But Colby now realized that his choices about how to fix the situation had been the worst he could have made.
Ian probably couldn’t even see him from upstairs - he didn’t know what was going on. Colby needed to yell it, he needed to ask someone’s help, since the people that were behind Amita weren’t or couldn’t do anything for him. Berenson was still, about to faint… Alan was trying to say something… Charlie was asking Amita to stop, and he had tears in his eyes. Tears and horror.
“Please, Amita… Don’t… Don’t…” Alan said, and his voice faded. Suddenly, he slipped from the table and fainted, taking the chair with him onto the floor.
“Dad!” Charlie yelled in desperation, and then he kept calling Colby’s name…
He felt sick when Amita approached him. He could feel her hand opening his jeans, he could feel her breath on his face. He could even feel her tongue licking his bottom lip, teasing him as if she could drag some kind of arousal from him.
David… This is what she did to you.
When she got a hand inside his pants, he couldn’t take it anymore.
As he kept listening, David ran a hand over his forehead. He had heard Alan, then Charlie calling his father’s name, then the sound of something falling onto the floor…
He couldn’t wait any longer. He just couldn’t. But then again - facing Amita? The simple thought of it made him tremble.
Colby…
Amita and David’s partner, they were both talking…
“You like this, don’t you?” she was saying.
“No.”
“You do.”
“I said I don’t! Get your hands off me, now!”
David lost his ability to breathe. His brain lost control of the memories and the potential damage the encounter could cause him. This was Colby, this was his best friend. He wouldn’t let him or anyone go through the same experience he’d had.
No one had the right to take advantage of another human being.
“No!” David yelled as he threw his headphones away. He grabbed two loaded guns he had beside him and got out of the van. “Colby!”
He ran as fast as he could and he didn’t look back when he heard Don yelling his name. David knew that no one would understand, but he didn’t care. He didn’t even care what could happen to him inside that house anymore.
Because, in this situation, he could be the key. He could even be the only effective fix.