As the summary said, this 'fic' will actually be a collection of unrelated drabbles. I've chosen to put them together simply because they will each be only 100, 200 or 300 words long and I didn't want to clutter my profile with a list of stories that were only drabble length. The moment I have two or more connected drabbles, then I shall give them a 'fic' of their own like I did with Crimin4l Numb3rs and Ianuarius. The rating listed is the rating for the highest drabble, so it may increase over time. The fact that each drabble is a complete story in and of itself is the reason why this 'fic' is listed as being complete.

Most of these drabbles will revolve around Don (hence the reason I chose his designation as the title!), but not all of them. Each 'chapter' will contain a list of the characters, spoilers and warnings for that particular drabble.

Unless otherwise listed, each of these drabbles was written for a word prompt on the Numb3rs100 LJ comm.

Thanks.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Numb3rs characters, items or situations. I only lay claim to the original aspects of these drabbles.

Now, onto the first drabble:


Into the Fire

by Valerie Vancollie

valeriev84 at hotmail dot com


Characters: Don, Alan

Rating: PG-13

Summary: A case follows Don home.

Spoilers: None

Note: This drabble was written for the word prompt burn.


The explosion had blown in the windows and sent Alan stumbling. He rested against the wall, dazed, before looking up to see the inferno blazing outside.

'Don!' his mind screamed, propelling him out the front door only to freeze on the steps, staring in horror at the burning wreckage of the SUV.

"Don!" Alan attempted to get to the vehicle only to be rebuffed by the intense heat. "Don!"

Hands followed cries of horror, pulling him back. Away from the blaze, away from the danger, away from whatever may be left of his eldest.

"Don!" Alan cried, collapsing, soul screaming.

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Pain.

It was the first thought to penetrate Don's addled mind. He hurt. His neck, his shoulders, his... blood. It raced through his veins like liquid fire, scorching and consuming everything in its path.

"Welcome back, Agent Eppes, I thought that I had hit you too hard there. Spoiled the fun before it truly began."

The voice drifted into his mind, briefly penetrating the haze of fiery agony.

"Just hang there and enjoy."

A touch on his arm, the feel of cool metal sliding in and then a new inferno sprang to life, burning him alive from within.

Don screamed.

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"Dad?" Don questioned, opening his eyes to find his father staring at a bland hospital wall, frowning.

"Donny, you're awake," Alan said, smiling as he looked at his eldest's bruised face. "How are you feeling? Should I call a nurse?"

"No," Don whispered, voice still hoarse, as he turned his head toward his father's questing and cool hand.

"Well, your fever seems to be coming down."

"Mmmm," Don mumbled, already fading out again to the sensation of the hand running through his hair and the familiar voice washing over him.

The peaceful expression on Don's face soothed Alan's fretting soul.


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