I never write Alan! I don't know what's going on here.
Title: Blue Clear
Pairings: Alan/Margaret, Charlie/Amita
Rating: PG
Summary: He can see Charlie and Amita lying out on the grass, heads tucked close together.
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Notes: This is a little bit sad, maybe! Sorry. Unbetaed. Title from
Blue Clear Sky by George Strait (haha).
Prompt: #221 "Sky" at
numb3rs100Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor do I profit from their use here. This is only for fun.
Looking out the kitchen window he can see Charlie and Amita lying out on the grass, heads tucked close together like they're telling secrets. It calls up a memory so strong he has to grip the edge of the sink, breathing deeply, to ground himself.
Margaret, young and beautiful, still full and rounded with the remnants of pregnancy, letting the baby rest on her breast as she stared up at the blue sky, laughing brightly at his attempts to convince her the cloud overhead looked just like a dolphin, while he watched her, one hand carding gently through her hair.