FIC: Stop My Heart, Cocaine and Heroin
Jan. 15th, 2008 11:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nowadventuringTitle: Stop My Heart, Cocaine and Heroin
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serotonin_storm
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Don/Charlie, Don/Kim
Warnings: incest
Word Count: 250 words
Summary: the thing about Kim was that she was like a goddamn drug.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
numb3rs100 (prompt: addiction). Nominated at numb3rs_awards. Edited 12/9/08.
When he was younger, just being in the vicinity of Kim could make him feel high.
It wasn't just that she was beautiful; but, god yes, was she beautiful. It wasn't that she understood him, shared his love for the job and commitment to the thrill of the chase, that she loved to put the bad guys away. It wasn't even that she had a particular fondness for throwing him down on the bed and fucking his brains out – not that that didn't help. He was damn fond of it himself.
No, the thing about Kim was that she was like a goddamn drug. One line of her, of her beauty and her big personality, and it dulled everything else. He didn't have to think about his family, so many hundreds of miles away. Or his brother and all those hurt looks. And the other kind of looks, too, the ones he didn't want to think about; she could make them disappear.
Getting that phone call from his father about his mother's cancer (and Charlie, god, Charlie) was like rapid detox. Necessary, but so fucking painful it ripped him into a number of jagged pieces that only his little brother could ever count. Back home before he could blink, and it only took one look at Charlie's broken face until he was off Kim for good.
He'd only ever really traded one drug for another, anyway. Now he was trading back.
Author:
serotonin_stormFandom: Numb3rs
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Don/Charlie, Don/Kim
Warnings: incest
Word Count: 250 words
Summary: the thing about Kim was that she was like a goddamn drug.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: For
numb3rs100 (prompt: addiction). Nominated at numb3rs_awards. Edited 12/9/08.When he was younger, just being in the vicinity of Kim could make him feel high.
It wasn't just that she was beautiful; but, god yes, was she beautiful. It wasn't that she understood him, shared his love for the job and commitment to the thrill of the chase, that she loved to put the bad guys away. It wasn't even that she had a particular fondness for throwing him down on the bed and fucking his brains out – not that that didn't help. He was damn fond of it himself.
No, the thing about Kim was that she was like a goddamn drug. One line of her, of her beauty and her big personality, and it dulled everything else. He didn't have to think about his family, so many hundreds of miles away. Or his brother and all those hurt looks. And the other kind of looks, too, the ones he didn't want to think about; she could make them disappear.
Getting that phone call from his father about his mother's cancer (and Charlie, god, Charlie) was like rapid detox. Necessary, but so fucking painful it ripped him into a number of jagged pieces that only his little brother could ever count. Back home before he could blink, and it only took one look at Charlie's broken face until he was off Kim for good.
He'd only ever really traded one drug for another, anyway. Now he was trading back.
