SC, Chp5
Title: Structured Complexity, 5/?
Author: rache14
Characters/Pairing: Megan/Larry, some Charlie/Amita, Alan
Summary: Charlie ponders Larry's behavior. Larry reconnects with someone.
The morning sun streamed through the bedroom windows. Larry woke alone, but soon noted the aroma from the kitchen, realizing where Megan must be. He rolled out of bed and padded to the kitchen. Sure enough, there she sat, eating a breakfast of eggs and toast. She looked up as he entered. "Hey, you," she gave a soft smile. "I hope you don't mind my not waking you. You just looked so peaceful."
"Oh, no, not at all." He came around to sit across from her. "Listen, there is something I need to discuss with you."
"Yeah? What's that," she asked, just a hint of worry in her voice.
"I'm afraid we've been found out," he stated with a slight frown.
"What do you mean," she questioned.
"Amita; she noticed the flowers in my office yesterday and I'm sorry to say, I was led to confess."
"Oh, Larry," she soothed, as she covered his hands with hers. "It's all right. It had to happen sooner or later, anyway."
He shrugged. "I suppose..."
"It's not like I can just stay holed up in here for the rest of my life, with you as my only contact." She began to run her thumbs over the hands she held. "As nice as that does sound..." she added as an afterthought.
This provoked a small smile, but he then bowed his head, still feeling bad about the whole ordeal.
"Hey," she said softly, lifting his head with a finger curled under his chin. "You think you've let me down, don't you?"
"Haven't I," he asked with sad eyes.
She took him by surprise when she placed her hands on his face and kissed him deeply. "No," she said, matter-of-factly. "You have to understand, I love you too much to be bothered by such a little thing, especially when you're not even to blame. Okay?"
He nodded and brought a hand to his face, to cover the one of hers that still remained there. "Of course."
"Good," she said. "Now, eat." A forkful of fried egg was placed into his mouth.
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Meanwhile, someone else was waking alone - this time, a combinatorics expert - in a house she more or less shared with her boyfriend and his father. Said boyfriend was most likely currently located in the garage, working on some theory or another. As predicted, that is indeed where Amita found Charlie. "What's up," she asked, coming up behind him.
"Hey. I'm just working on something for class on Monday," he explained, turning to face her.
She glanced at the chalkboard he had been writing on. "Oh, that's Professor Eppes; always hard at work. Have you eaten anything yet?"
"Well, no..." he started. The look she gave him told him that he was done here for the time being.
"C'mon." She took hold of his hand and pulled him through to the kitchen. As they entered, they heard Alan ending a conversation with someone over the phone.
"Hey, just the two I wanted to see. That was Larry," he said, gesturing towards the phone he'd just hung up. "He asked to come by tonight, said he had some news."
"Perhaps the veil of mystery is finally being lifted, then," Charlie spoke.
Amita smiled slightly. "Did he happen to mention what kind of news?"
Shaking his head, Alan replied, "All I could get out of him was that it would be good. But good by whose standards, I wonder." He looked somewhat baffled and shrugged his shoulders.
Laughing softly, Amita said, "Oh, don't worry, Alan. I'm sure you'll appreciate Larry's news." Now it was Charlie's turn to look confused. "Whatever it may be," she quickly added, feigning innocence.
Author: rache14
Characters/Pairing: Megan/Larry, some Charlie/Amita, Alan
Summary: Charlie ponders Larry's behavior. Larry reconnects with someone.
The morning sun streamed through the bedroom windows. Larry woke alone, but soon noted the aroma from the kitchen, realizing where Megan must be. He rolled out of bed and padded to the kitchen. Sure enough, there she sat, eating a breakfast of eggs and toast. She looked up as he entered. "Hey, you," she gave a soft smile. "I hope you don't mind my not waking you. You just looked so peaceful."
"Oh, no, not at all." He came around to sit across from her. "Listen, there is something I need to discuss with you."
"Yeah? What's that," she asked, just a hint of worry in her voice.
"I'm afraid we've been found out," he stated with a slight frown.
"What do you mean," she questioned.
"Amita; she noticed the flowers in my office yesterday and I'm sorry to say, I was led to confess."
"Oh, Larry," she soothed, as she covered his hands with hers. "It's all right. It had to happen sooner or later, anyway."
He shrugged. "I suppose..."
"It's not like I can just stay holed up in here for the rest of my life, with you as my only contact." She began to run her thumbs over the hands she held. "As nice as that does sound..." she added as an afterthought.
This provoked a small smile, but he then bowed his head, still feeling bad about the whole ordeal.
"Hey," she said softly, lifting his head with a finger curled under his chin. "You think you've let me down, don't you?"
"Haven't I," he asked with sad eyes.
She took him by surprise when she placed her hands on his face and kissed him deeply. "No," she said, matter-of-factly. "You have to understand, I love you too much to be bothered by such a little thing, especially when you're not even to blame. Okay?"
He nodded and brought a hand to his face, to cover the one of hers that still remained there. "Of course."
"Good," she said. "Now, eat." A forkful of fried egg was placed into his mouth.
**************
Meanwhile, someone else was waking alone - this time, a combinatorics expert - in a house she more or less shared with her boyfriend and his father. Said boyfriend was most likely currently located in the garage, working on some theory or another. As predicted, that is indeed where Amita found Charlie. "What's up," she asked, coming up behind him.
"Hey. I'm just working on something for class on Monday," he explained, turning to face her.
She glanced at the chalkboard he had been writing on. "Oh, that's Professor Eppes; always hard at work. Have you eaten anything yet?"
"Well, no..." he started. The look she gave him told him that he was done here for the time being.
"C'mon." She took hold of his hand and pulled him through to the kitchen. As they entered, they heard Alan ending a conversation with someone over the phone.
"Hey, just the two I wanted to see. That was Larry," he said, gesturing towards the phone he'd just hung up. "He asked to come by tonight, said he had some news."
"Perhaps the veil of mystery is finally being lifted, then," Charlie spoke.
Amita smiled slightly. "Did he happen to mention what kind of news?"
Shaking his head, Alan replied, "All I could get out of him was that it would be good. But good by whose standards, I wonder." He looked somewhat baffled and shrugged his shoulders.
Laughing softly, Amita said, "Oh, don't worry, Alan. I'm sure you'll appreciate Larry's news." Now it was Charlie's turn to look confused. "Whatever it may be," she quickly added, feigning innocence.