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A/N: Thanks to ritt for the quick beta! And to Em for making sure it flowed okay.

D is for Disobeying Orders

"Charlie, I told you to stop."

"What?"

"I told you to stop!"

"Well, I didn't hear you," Charlie argued.

"You did too!" Don shot back. "You just chose to disobey my orders like you always do!"

"I do not 'always' disobey you, Don."

"What about when I yelled for you to get down?" Don challenged.

"You always tell me that."

"No Charlie, I only tell you to get down when you need to. It's my job to make sure that you're safe." Don sighed. "I don't even know why I bother – you never listen anyway."

"I didn't think I needed to this time."

"Charlie, there's a reason I'm standing there giving you orders."

"Because Megan didn't want to?" Charlie asked sarcastically.

"No," Don growled. "Because I have more experience than you in these matters."

"Whatever," Charlie said, just wanting to be through with the whole conversation.

"I do, Charlie," Don insisted. "And when I tell you to stop at second base-"

"The left fielder didn't even have the ball yet!"

"He has a great arm!" Don pointed out. "Which is why I told you to stop at second base, and, after you ignored that, why I told you to slide into third!"

"I know that he has a good arm... now," Charlie said sheepishly.

"How is your head?" Don asked in a gentler tone.

"It hurts," Charlie admitted.

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

Charlie glared at Don. "The ball didn't hit me that hard."

"Well if you had just slid like I told you to-"

"Don!"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and get me some ice."

The End