FIC: Eye of the Beholder (Onverwacht)
Title: Eye of the Beholder
Series: Onverwacht
Author: Valerie Vancollie (valeriev84 [at] hotmail.com)
Characters: Alan, (Don, Ian Edgerton), Charlie
Pairings: Don/Ian
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Alan ponders what he witnessed and Don's lover.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Numb3rs characters, items or situations. I only lay claim to the original aspects of the fic.
Alan lowered the crossword, finally admitting to himself that his mind really wasn't on the game. Somehow each and every single clue managed to remind him of something regarding the situation with Don. He was the first to admit that the confrontation at his son's apartment could have gone far better that it had. Honestly, though, what did his eldest expect, keeping something like this a secret from his family?
Did Don really think they'd be so shallow as to disapprove of his liking men as well as women? Alan sincerely hoped not, though if he did then his reaction had done nothing to allay those fears. But he'd been completely caught off guard, damnit! What did Don expect, blindsiding him like this?
Not that Don had ever intended for him to witness what he had.
Alan couldn't help but remember the blush that had spread across his eldest's face even as he felt his own flush as he remembered the hand snaking beneath Don's shirt. Donny had always been intensely private, so to have his father witness something so intimate must have been horrible. Given the choice, though, he would have preferred not to ever have witnessed either of his sons in a situation like that. Especially one involving that particular person.
It had nothing to do with Ian Edgerton being male, but everything to do with Special Agent Edgerton himself. There had been something forceful about the way the man had pinned his son to the wall. Something he definitely didn't like; something almost predatory. It felt bizarre to think of one of Don's... lovers like that. It was strange to think of that dark man as Don's lover!
"Hey, Dad," Charlie said as he entered the house.
"Hey, Charlie," Alan greeted, an opportunity suddenly occurring to him.