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Numb3rs fic: Suspension of Disbelief
Feb. 24th, 2009 09:42 pmTitle: Suspension of Disbelief
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/Amita
Rating: PG
Spoilers: 5.06, Magic Show
Summary: Charlie sees the magic. At any rate, he sees something, and maybe that's good enough.
Charlie was very carefully not saying What's the point of owning a sexy blue convertible if you're going to sit at ten below the limit all the time? That was one of the things Don had more than once told him never to say to a girlfriend, generally adding a rider insulting Charlie's own driving skills.
Anyway, he had the impression that he'd already managed to irritate Amita over the case, and he wasn't quite sure how. Take it apart and see how it works was at the root of the scientific impulse, after all, and he would have expected Amita and Larry of all people to see that. Instead, Larry had gone all mystic over what was essentially a clever, pretty toy, and Amita was being gently tolerant, which was unexpectedly stinging. Amita usually didn't have to make those sorts of allowances, because she thought the same way he did, and Charlie had gotten used to it. Gotten spoiled.
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Pairing/Characters: Charlie/Amita
Rating: PG
Spoilers: 5.06, Magic Show
Summary: Charlie sees the magic. At any rate, he sees something, and maybe that's good enough.
Charlie was very carefully not saying What's the point of owning a sexy blue convertible if you're going to sit at ten below the limit all the time? That was one of the things Don had more than once told him never to say to a girlfriend, generally adding a rider insulting Charlie's own driving skills.
Anyway, he had the impression that he'd already managed to irritate Amita over the case, and he wasn't quite sure how. Take it apart and see how it works was at the root of the scientific impulse, after all, and he would have expected Amita and Larry of all people to see that. Instead, Larry had gone all mystic over what was essentially a clever, pretty toy, and Amita was being gently tolerant, which was unexpectedly stinging. Amita usually didn't have to make those sorts of allowances, because she thought the same way he did, and Charlie had gotten used to it. Gotten spoiled.
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