College Life #97
Apr. 12th, 2011 06:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cerealkiller0Series: College Life
Pairing/Characters: Ian/Don, Alan
Rating: PG13
Prompt: #97 Accident
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs.
Summary: Alan makes a big mistake.
In hindsight, Alan knew he overreacted. But when he saw his son open the door, face an ugly mash of purple, brown, and yellow with finger marks circling his neck, Alan thought the worst.
It didn’t help that the first words to escape his son’s throat were “It’s not what it looks like!” followed swiftly by “He didn’t mean it!”
Alan saw red.
It didn’t matter how many times Alan preached nonviolence to his sons or how many peaceful protests he lead. In three seconds flat, he had Ian pushed up against the nearest wall and was shaking him like a rag doll. “I knew it! I knew it from the moment I first saw you. No good was ever going to come of this!” The soldier was limp and unresisting in his grasp.
The irony didn’t escape him.
“Dad! What are you doing! Get off!” Don angrily voiced in the background. “You’re hurting him!”
Alan didn’t let go. He wanted to vent all of his rage and frustration on to the young man in front of him. Ian hurt Don. Ian was the reason why Don wasn’t dating some nice girl. Ian was ruining everything for his son. Ian was-
Bleeding?
Alan paused for a moment, just long enough that Don was able to haul him back.
“What is wrong with you?!” Don shouted furiously.
Alan looked over, slowly returning to his senses. He heard a crunch as Don stepped towards Ian and looked down. Glass shards littered the floor. His eyes traveled upward and he gasped, realizing he’d shoved Ian directly into a mounted photograph. His son’s hand was fingering the back of Ian’s skull and coming away slick with blood.
Alan moved forward, but the dark fury in his son’s expression stilled him.
“Get out.” Don snapped.
Pairing/Characters: Ian/Don, Alan
Rating: PG13
Prompt: #97 Accident
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs.
Summary: Alan makes a big mistake.
In hindsight, Alan knew he overreacted. But when he saw his son open the door, face an ugly mash of purple, brown, and yellow with finger marks circling his neck, Alan thought the worst.
It didn’t help that the first words to escape his son’s throat were “It’s not what it looks like!” followed swiftly by “He didn’t mean it!”
Alan saw red.
It didn’t matter how many times Alan preached nonviolence to his sons or how many peaceful protests he lead. In three seconds flat, he had Ian pushed up against the nearest wall and was shaking him like a rag doll. “I knew it! I knew it from the moment I first saw you. No good was ever going to come of this!” The soldier was limp and unresisting in his grasp.
The irony didn’t escape him.
“Dad! What are you doing! Get off!” Don angrily voiced in the background. “You’re hurting him!”
Alan didn’t let go. He wanted to vent all of his rage and frustration on to the young man in front of him. Ian hurt Don. Ian was the reason why Don wasn’t dating some nice girl. Ian was ruining everything for his son. Ian was-
Bleeding?
Alan paused for a moment, just long enough that Don was able to haul him back.
“What is wrong with you?!” Don shouted furiously.
Alan looked over, slowly returning to his senses. He heard a crunch as Don stepped towards Ian and looked down. Glass shards littered the floor. His eyes traveled upward and he gasped, realizing he’d shoved Ian directly into a mounted photograph. His son’s hand was fingering the back of Ian’s skull and coming away slick with blood.
Alan moved forward, but the dark fury in his son’s expression stilled him.
“Get out.” Don snapped.
