|5 Years later
Author: R5obsessed PM
5 years into Charlie and Amita's future. Charlie and Amita stay in England when offered a full time professorship there. Now they're on the other side of the world from their home with three kids of their own.Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Crime - Charlie E. & Amita R. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 3,985 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 07-22-12 - Published: 06-27-12 - id: 8261763
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Hey! So this is my first fanfic. I wrote this a while ago, then I found this site and decided to post it here. Definitely not finished yet. R&R please!
Disclaimer: I do no own NUMB3RS, for if I did, the show would still be on air
It started off as a normal day for the Eppes family. Well, using the term "normal" lightly that is. Charles was in the car, driving his children to school, and his wife, Amita, was to his left in the passenger seat. Now, this is the first moment where the term "normal" starts to deviate from it's definition. Charlie Eppes was driving his four-and-a-half year old, twin children to Cambridge Child Development Center for the Intellectually Gifted on a Thursday afternoon.
Edward and Alexis, the twins, were in the back seat of the car watching a popular TV program about super heroes who battled crime with math and science. This show was a favorite of theirs, but was detested by the youngest of the Eppes children, Margaret. Margaret joined her brother and sister in the backseat of the car, but wasn't watching the show. Instead, she looked out the window while humming to the radio. Charlie was unusually silent; deep in thought.
"Charlie, are you okay?" Amita whispered in his ear.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking." Charlie said as he reached down and held his wife's hand. Charlie had been thinking like this a lot lately. There were moments like this, in the car, that reminded him of all those years at CalSci. Even though it had been five years since the big move, Charlie could remember those moments like it was yesterday. Which only reiterated the fact that his life had changed so quickly. He had gotten married, moved across the world, and left behind his family to start his own in such a short period of time.
"Daddy, we're here!" said Alexis. Charlie pulled into a parking spot and looked back at his children
"Now, both of you be good and pay attention." Charlie reminded his kids.
"Okay daddy." said Alexis. Charlie realized just how blessed he was to have such brilliant children. Finally, something about parenting that he could understand; having gone through the experience of private schooling at this age as well. "Bye guys. Love you!" Charlie called out as they got out of the car.
"Bye daddy!" They cried back in unison. With that, Amita took her children by the hand and walked them inside, leaving Charlie sitting in the car with Margaret. He had become accustomed to take this time to sit and reflect. He used the time for thought; thought about change. His life had really turned around since he left LA. His guest professorship at Cambridge had gone so well, that they had asked himself and Amita to stay full time. And how could he turn that down? of course his family urged him on; teaching at Cambridge was his dream. But now his life had become more orderly and routine; less spontaneous. He had a wife and three kids to look after. He didn't have a father, or even an older brother to look out for him anymore; they were halfway around the world.
There were times where Charlie missed his adventures with Don. They had collaborated quite often at the FBI, and had shared some exciting moments. Moments like finding a serial killer's base by analyzing his crimes, almost getting shot at the FBI office, even when Don was stabbed. Charlie had a rough time coping when that happened; and what's worse was when Amita was kidnapped. Things like this hadn't happened here in England, but he knew that his brother still dealt with these things everyday. He considered calling Don to see how things were going, or even if Don needed his help with anything.
It was then that Amita got back in the car. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"What? Oh, nothing. Nothings wrong." he replied.
"Yes there is, and don't deny it. I know you Charlie; I know that look on your face. You were thinking about change again, weren't you?"
"No, no I-" he started to answer, but Amita shot him a look that said, 'just tell me', and he gave in. "Do you ever miss it; what our lives were like?"
"Well, of course I do. However, it's not about what our lives were like then, but what our lives are like now. Change is inevitable Charlie, and those who can adapt most quickly are most likely to survive."
"I've heard that before. You got that from Larry didn't you?" Even as he said his name, a moment of homesickness overwhelmed him.
"I never get anything past you, do I?"
"We're geniuses; what do you expect?"
"I expect you to be confident in your life here and happy with what we have. It's been five years Charlie, and it's almost summer break and our trip back home. We're fine where we are for the time being."
"I love it when you bring logic back to my dilemmas."
"Daddy, you okay?" Margaret asked from the back seat.
"Yeah honey. Daddy's fine" Charlie replied.
"Alright, Margie. What do you want for your special birthday lunch?" Margie was turning three on this day, and Charlie and Amita wanted to do something special.
"Ummmm, I don't know. Ice cream?" she replied.
"That's not really lunch sweetheart." Charlie said as he chuckled. "What if I made you your favorite spaghetti?"
"With the swirly noodles?"
"Yes, with the swirly noodles."
As soon as the three of them arrived home, Charlie went to work making lunch while Margie and Amita sat in their dining room; both of them working intently. Amita was working on a lecture for next week while Margie was working on coloring a picture.
"Whatcha working on there Margie?" Amita asked.
"A puppy. Look at all of its spots!"
"I see all the spots! There's a lot of them!" Amita said excitedly. She loved having these silly conversations with her kids, though those conversations didn't happen as often with Edward and Alexis anymore.
"Yeah! So far I've colored five of them!" Margie replied.
Amita paused. She looked at the picture and saw that only three spots had been colored. She knew that Margie was only three, but this was when Edward and Alexis, even her and Charlie, had started showing signs of mathematical potential. Something wasn't right.
"No honey." Amita said as gently as she could "You've only colored three spots."
"Nuh uh!" Margie backfired." See, I'll count them. One... two... and, um...three. Oh, I guess you're right mommy. I'm sorry."
"It's okay Margie." But it wasn't okay. By her age, most children can subitize about three objects, or determine an amount without necessarily counting. Most adults can subitize about six items, while Charlie could subitize about ten. Even Edward and Alexis could subitize four to five objects. The fact that Margie had to physically count to three, and that she was hesitant , worried Amita.
"Charlie. Can you come here? I need to talk to you."
Please tell me what you think, cause even I don't know exactly where I should go with this. Thanks, and God bless =]]