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Kathleen
06-12-2007, 09:11 PM
Title: M is for Minute by Minute

Rated – T or PG - 13

Characters: Alan, Don, Charlie, and the rest of the Numb3rs gang.

Disclaimer: Wish I could own them, but sadly I don’t.

Thanks: Thank you Jels for helping me by being my beta!

Summary: Well won’t give it away yet, cause I want the first chapter to be a surprise, but prepared for an equal opportunity whumping fest.

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Chapter 1

Minute by minute. Moment by moment. Sometimes that is all you get and sometimes you take it all for granted. Brothers fight after all. Nothing new in that. But finding the humor in a situation that isn’t funny takes something doesn’t it?

Don cackled. He just couldn’t help himself. Not a small chuckle, no a full blown laughing fit that really popped out of nowhere. I’m losing it. Collapsing until he rolled on to his side and curled into a ball. The more that Charlie demanded that he stop, the louder the chuckles and the funny part it felt good. It shouldn’t, but it did. Charlie sat in the middle kitchen floor with flour and eggs covering him. It was suppose to be a cake - a surprise birthday cake for Don.

“Oh, stop already. It isn’t that funny. If you hadn’t scared me, I wouldn’t have jumped and spilled the bag of flour…never mind the bit about the eggs…Oh Dad is gonna to be so thrilled. Just stop laughing and get off your butt and help me clean this mess up!” Charlie fumed as he tried to figure out some way to salvage what little dignity he had left. “See if I try to do something nice for you again.” He muttered under his breath.

Instead of Don shutting up he howled even louder. “Charlie, stop…you’re killing me. I’m sorry…I didn’t know you were still up.” He managed to gasp out the words although tears were forming in his eyes from giggling so hard.

Finally, Charlie giggled. Payback would be so sweet. He threw the left over bag of flour on top of his brother’s face.

Don sputtered and finally stopped laughing. “I surrender, stop, please.” It worked for a moment and then he collapsed again into another fit. Charlie, your face…Man I must be exhausted…I can’t stop…Oh God, it hurts.” A hiccup escaped and then the impossible seemed to take place. A mixture of laughter and hiccups filled the air.

Charlie started to get concerned. He didn’t think Don could die from hiccups, but his brother had been working really long hours and he was exhausted and kind of giddy. “Look, go to bed. I’ll get this mess cleaned up and much faster if you just leave.”

Don finally got everything under control. Shaking off the flour, he managed to roll over and sort of crawl to the chair. He pushed himself off the floor and sat for a bit. No, I’ll help. I’m sorry…I don’t know what got into me.” He smirked.

Charlie knew that it was hopeless and he didn’t have much time before Don would collapse again. “Please, leave. It is okay. I’ll get it done faster if you do. Please.”

Don nodded not trusting himself and walked out of the kitchen. Realizing that his clothes would be a hopeless cause, he decided he better get the spare outfit out of his SUV, and then take a shower and get some much needed sleep. He would make it up to Charlie in the morning, somehow. He wasn’t sure how, but he would. He stepped outside to get his change of clothes he had stored in the back.

It must have been the combination, of being exhausted and just not paying attention, but he couldn’t react in time as a cloth covered his mouth. Don made the mistake of inhaling and too late he figured out he was being drugged. In a feeble attempt, he pushed his elbow into his attacker, but all it did was aggravate the mystery man. He felt an arm snake around his neck and now he was being choked as well as the drug. He sank into oblivion worried about his family. Some protector he turned out to be.

Charlie finally got the kitchen under control. He was surprised when he found the front door wide open. Don always gets on me for being forgetful. I’ll give him an earful later, doubt it would mean anything now. Looking outside, he didn’t see anything amiss. Tired as well, he wearily locked up and took a shower. Once his head touched the pillow he was sound asleep.

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Don coughed and shivered. It felt really cold on the floor. Floor? How did I get on the floor? Slowly the fog lifted and the events came flooding into his memory. Charlie and Dad…please let them be all right. Opening his eyes took a Herculean effort. Please with himself for accomplishing that much, he surveyed his surroundings.

A sparse room with a dim light hanging from the center of the room. Only one way in from his view on the floor. Pushing himself into a sitting position, he finally registered why he was shivering. Someone had stripped him of his clothes and left him in a loose pair of blue elastic shorts. Guess you have to count your blessings, it could be worse. The image of him running around in his birthday suit or tight fitting g-string popped into his mind. Get a hold of yourself Eppes, you’re an agent…act like one.

He shakily stood and took a few steps before he felt a strong tug at his left ankle. Recognition took a few seconds as he finally figured out; he had a metal chain secured to a metal cuff that fit snuggly against his ankle. Still groggy, he decided to see how much freedom he had. He could go to the bathroom, but the door had been removed ending any thoughts of privacy. The only window was on the far left side and of course the chain didn’t allow him access. In fact the only room he could enter was the bathroom and it contained no windows. Otherwise, he was trapped more in the center of the room unable to reach any walls and the only exit was far beyond his reach as well. Is this the way a poor dog feels when he is on a leash in the yard? Where is my water bowl? At least a blanket to lie on? This is the pits.

“About time you woke up, Professor.” Sorry, the accommodations are so lousy, but it wouldn’t do to have you escape. I’m afraid the conditioning will take a bit and be a little unpleasant, but in the end…you’ll do what we want. I suggest you get some sleep while you can.”

Professor? He thinks I’m Charlie…what idiot would think I’m Charlie? Then it hit him like a freight truck, if he hadn’t made an unplanned visit, it just might be Charlie who was stuck in this situation. Finally after another search, he spotted the cameras and didn’t like the feelings it was stirring up. Somehow, I’ve got to convince them I’m Charlie, but how can I keep it up when I’m not the genius and it won’t take long for them to figure it out?

“Professor, I suggest you follow directions unless you are ready for a really painful lesson. Lie down and don’t move till I tell you can.”

“Yeah, you and what army?” The door creaked open and a large
man about 7 feet entered the room. Right behind the first goon was another with a gun pointed at his skull and then it lowered a bit as he fired. He didn’t have time to flinch as the bullet grazed his shoulder. I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut. Good news he’s not a great shot.

"Before you think I can’t aim, the next one goes into your thigh. Painful, but not deadly yet. You’re worth more alive right now, unless you prove that you’re more trouble than your worth. So don’t do anything stupid and lie down on your stomach face down."

Charlie would do what they asked…wouldn’t he? Probably best to keep up appearances. This idiot doesn't appear to have a sense of humor. So Don obeyed. He winced as his arms were pulled firmly behind his back. The sound of handcuffs did nothing to make him feel better. Why can’t it be a rope? What’s with all this metal?

“Say night, night professor.”

With a bit of force a hood covered his head and he felt totally helpless when a cord was pulled tight around his neck. He struggled now in vain against the man holding him down. Although he had planned on staying awake, his body betrayed him when a syringe was pushed into his arm. All he could think was that they were going to dump the body and he had failed to find out anything to help keep his brother alive. Charlie…and his world faded into the darkness.

Chapter 2


Charlie stretched and realized he had overslept. Throwing the covers off, he forced himself out of his bed and gathered what he needed. His brother’s room was still quiet and Charlie smiled. Must of beat Don to the shower, oh well, you snooze you lose. Quickly stripping, he stepped into the tub and turned on the shower. For a moment he allowed the hot water to cascade over his neck, shoulders and his backside enjoying the pleasant sensation. Then he finished his shower and got out. Drying himself off didn’t take that much time, but dealing with his curly hair that was another story. Finally presentable, he slipped downstairs.

Alan sipped his coffee and was reading an article in the newspaper. “Guess we need to work on soundproofing my room if you two are going to carry on so late at night. Hey, tell Don to come by for dinner…I’ll even bribe him with some rib eye.”

“Okay, sounds good…running late, so I’ll call him later. Kind of surprised that he hadn’t left already. But he was really out of it last night.” Charlie got slightly embarrassed, “Sorry about being so loud last night, Don started it”

“Oh that sounds like the mature Charlie, I’ve come to know and love, what age is that conversation. I’m glad you acknowledge the racket you two created about 3:00am, not that I’m keeping track or anything.” He smirked and then continued in that father’s voice which use to strike terror and guilt so well when Charlie was growing up. “I thought you had grown past that. Just tone it down a little.” Alan looked toward the kitchen and then glanced back at Charlie. “By the way, your cleaning the kitchen tonight to make up for the mess you two created. Care to explain how the flour is covering almost everything?”

“What?” Charlie’s jaw dropped and he turns around sputtering. “But I did…what are you talking about?”

Alan chuckled and treasured the expression on his son’s face. “Just that you missed a few spots…next time turn on the lights. I thought you two had outgrown food fights.”

“I’ll take care of it when I come home. The white glove police.” he muttered. “Fine, I got to go…meeting can’t wait.”

Alan nodded. “Perhaps I need to call son, number one, a little later just in case you get distracted by something.”

“Sure, what ever makes you happy.” He noticed that Don had left his cell phone, badge and gun on the table near the door. He pointed to the items, “I think that proves just how out of it Don was last night. When have you known him to store his stuff there for the night. Okay, now I’m really going to be late, gotta run.”

Opening the front door Charlie got another surprise. Don’s SUV was still in the driveway, effectively blocking his car in. Sweet, payback. Spying Don’s cell phone, he borrowed it to make an important phone call. “Hey Megan, Don is going to be in late today.”

“How did you manage that? I mean all of us have been trying to get him to take some time off and take care of himself and he has ignored all of our sound advice. Not that it surprises anyone.” Responded Megan.

“Simple, He finally collapsed. Anyway, I’ve got his cell phone and I’m turning it off. So he’ll be in when…well later.”

“Charlie, he’s going to kill you. But I love it. I suggest you make sure no one is home to incur his wrath.”

“Nothing I can’t handle and I’ll give a peace offering…Rib eye. Besides if you had seen him last night…He was laughing at anything and it wasn’t that funny. I should be worried, but I know that being sleep deprived can do funny things to your psyche. Okay, I got to run…got about 20 minutes before my first class today.”

“Okay, talk to you later and I hope you are still alive after Don gets a hold of you.” Megan chuckled as she hung up.

Charlie looked at his Dad. “Um, maybe you want to be gone when he gets up?”

“Actually, I’ve got to run. So I guess he can fend for himself.” He winked as walked out the door with a cup of coffee and drove off to his meeting. Charlie followed stopping to lock up. Nice day for a bike ride, what the heck, I can make it. If I woke Don up to get the keys, well that would defeat the purpose.
Quickly he got his bike and made sure the house was secure. Then climbing on his bike, he headed off to CalSci. In a hurry, Charlie didn’t notice that the driver’s door was slightly a jarred.

Arriving at CalSci, he quickly chained his bike and grabbed his backpack started the walk to his office. When two men dressed in dark suits stepped in front of him and blocked his path.

“Excused me, we seem to be lost. We’re searching for the math building, can you point us in the right direction?” The older man was slightly bald and wore glasses. The other gentleman was younger and had a red curly hair.

“Not a problem, I happen to be going in that direction. It can be confusing for first time visitors or if you want you could follow me…I’ll take you part of the way. It can be tricky.” His hand automatically slapped the side of his neck when he felt a slight prick. “Hey, no fair…” was about all he manage to get out when he collapsed into the waiting men’s arms. Before anyone was any wiser, the professor was shoved into an open back seat of the car. No one followed when they drove off.

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Charlie groaned and managed to sit up. He was laying on top of a bed. Checking out his surroundings, he noticed that it was a pretty bare room. A video camera had a pretty good view of his movements. Looking around the room he spotted at least two more. Why am I being watched so carefully? Standing cautiously, he explored his space. He discovered the door allowing him to leave this space was locked, which didn’t surprise him too much. The only other door led to a bathroom. The stove was electric and the refrigerator was stocked with 4 apples and six pack of water. So they might not be planning on starving him. No phone, microwave or even TV. Why did he feel trapped in a cage, but with no windows, it might as well be one.

Knowing he was being watched, he got a little brave and yelled. “You made a really bad mistake and kidnapped the wrong person. I don’t want to be in your shoes when my brother shows up.” He waited but no one answered. “What is this the dark ages, no laptop? Where is my laptop? You could of at least have left me with some paper and pencils.” For a moment he gives up and sits on the bed with his hands holding his head. “I don’t know what this is about, but you’ve got the wrong person.”

A voice from a speaker answered his pleas. “Sorry, you’re not pleased with your accommodations. I suggest you make yourself comfortable, because you’re not going anywhere. I’ll see if paper or pencils pose any threats. We don’t intend to harm you if you follow directions. For the time being, I suggest you calm down…the room is soundproof, so you can yell all you want…if that helps any.”

Silence reigned. Charlie paced for a bit and tried to calculate how much time between the kidnapping and now had passed, but he needed more variables, like being able to see outside. But what leads did anyone have to go on? He hadn’t followed his normal pattern. Don, please find me. Why would someone do this? Worry and boredom tugged at his mind, so rested on the bed on his back with his legs bent. Before he knew it, he slept.

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“How’s he doing?”

Glancing at the monitors that allowed him to survey the captive’s movements during the day, he replied. “Bored out his mind. He demanded some paper and pencils…but of course we ignored him till further orders.”

“Afraid, that’s not possible right now. I need him unbalanced. Are you up to the next task…I can’t let him see me right now. We don’t have much time.”

“Are you sure it was necessary? I mean he is just a math professor.”

“Oh, he is much more than that. In time…I’ll let him go, and he’ll never know who brought him here today to save his life. Normal channels and following orders would get him killed.” Colby let a small grin cover his mouth. “I like the whiz kid, and I’m kind of fond of his brother. We’ve been lucky, they just reported him missing. Good thing our Intel was off, otherwise he would already be in their hands and having a very miserable and painful experience. If you had to choose between torture and boredom…which would you pick?”

“You’re the boss. Don’t you get tired of the cloak and dagger. Never being able to let anyone know the whole truth, just on a need to know?”

“The war taught me a lot of things, things I wished I had never experienced. But duty and trust are still important to me. And if I can get out of this with Whiz Kid’s respect and his brother’s trust, well that will be good enough. I’ll lose it all soon enough. But not today if I can help it.” Colby looked at both the gentlemen in the room. “For now, he will think you kidnapped him…and you’re not to give him any information. If he asks, just say it’s on a need to know. I don’t think he will pose any threat, but if you give him an inch he will be out of here, and that will make our job a lot harder.”

For a moment everyone watched the young man with the curly brown hair slept For once, I’m glad our Intel was wrong. According to the information Charlie was kidnapped in the wee early hours.” He smiled, “Don’s going to be one mad bull, I imagine spitting nails when he discovers his brother is missing. His little brother has some guts...don’t forget that. I’ve got to get back to work. I just hope this is an easy case, and he’ll be released without ever knowing why he was here. Luckily, without any technology, he’ll be harder to trace. Should make Charlie appreciate all the luxuries he has taken for granted. Just make sure it isn’t possible for him to escape. He’s not as helpless as he looks, remember that.” He waved and left the room.

“Why do we always get stuck with the babysitting details.” The young man with the red curly hair asked.

“It could be worse, we could have to kill him after it was all over. I hate those assignments. Don’t worry Kirk, I have a feeling this one won’t be as easy as we hope it will.”

“Stan, it never is…is it?”

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A/N:
Time Line: This story takes place after “The Mole but before Janus List.” There may be a few spoilers. I know that the season finale is influencing this story and I must have been guilty of reading too many of Miz Em’s stories. I am also trying to mix in angst and humor.

I plan to post all the chapters in this thread. I’m trying something new and writing the parts that come to me as the muse strikes. I have already started Chap. 2 and 3 so I have reserved two posts and I’ll try to link it so that you can find the next part pretty easy.

Kathleen
06-12-2007, 09:12 PM
Chap 3 posted 8/25
I had reserved this space, I won't do it this way again, since it is too confusing, I'll just post chapters as they are done. I put a link for 4 when I post it.
Kathleen

Don stirred and slowly lifted his head up. Accessing his situation, it appeared bleak under the circumstances. I’m blind as a bat. So I guess I have to rely on my other senses. The cloth bag covering his head created his sightlessness and the rope around his neck reminded him how vulnerable he was at the moment. Guess shaking this sack off my head is out of the question unless I desire a little suffocation to go. He couldn’t help it; he grinned at his dire predicament. I must be giddy from the lack of fresh air. At least I’m not suffocating although that could change any moment. His legs cramped but he couldn’t do anything to relieve the pain much less stretch them as each leg was secured to a chair leg with a rope. Guess I should be grateful for one small favor…why do I feel like a cooked goose. With his hands cuffed painfully behind his back, his arms felt numb from the lack of circulation. And they say I have control issues.

Alright Don think, you can’t do anything about the physical, but the fog is slowly lifting so maybe you can figure out a way to escape and warn Charlie. A door opened and he heard some steps, dress shoes by the sound, which stopped a few inches away from him.

“Sorry for such lousy conditions, I would have preferred a more luxurious and civilized atmosphere. Unfortunately, I’ve learned the hard way that I can’t just ask my captives to work for me, you have to be trained.” The voice sneered.

A cold chill crept up Don’s back. “Just how many captives have you trained?” No response although he really didn’t expect one. Thank God, they didn’t get their hands on Charlie…If I get out of this alive…he is so going to owe me. Now how long can I fool them? “Look my brother is a FBI agent. Do you really think that no one will come looking for me?”

“Oh an easy remedy to fix, and it’s already been taken care of…it won’t be long before your family thinks you’re dead.” A hand yanked his head back and a finger slid down his neck. “Dental records and parts of your clothing will create the perfect illusion.” A hand applied pressure on his left shoulder. “Did you know that cults have excellent ways of conditioning people? The fools just give everything over and never even notice that they’ve been brainwashed.”

“I’m not a fool and I’m not going to do what you ask.” Don winced as his head was shoved forward with some force and his head hit something hard, if he was guessing a wall, but that didn’t make any sense. He didn’t feel close to any walls. Something hard cracked some glassware near him that was all he could figure out.

“Oh Mr. Eppes, notice I haven’t asked you to do anything…. yet. Enjoy your stay; I’m afraid it won’t be pleasant. Every man has a breaking point; the question is what is yours? He stood behind him and yanked his head back and jerked the cord tight cutting off his air. “If you won’t break, well, then, I’ll just have to kill you. Or maybe I’ll have you watch someone else die. What about your brother or your father? Neither is out of my reach.”

Don wished he could say he fought valiantly before nearly blacking out, but the man just didn’t play fair. Charlie, Thank God…you’re not here. On the brink of losing consciousness, he heard something that sent more chills down his spine.

“Take him back to the cell, you know what to do. Begin stage one. The one thing we have on our side is time. Besides, one reason I picked him…everyone knows that a genius is just on the brink of going insane. With a slight push to the edge he’ll crack. He flipped out when his mother died, so this will be a piece of cake. Anyone that weak will be easy to break.”

Barely conscious, he could only use his mind to fight back. You prick; you don’t know my brother at all. He’s not that helpless. Don wasn’t sure if he understood everything the man was saying but one thing he could detect that this man had miscalculated and greatly underestimated Charlie. He felt his body being released but he had no energy to fight. Funny the many thoughts that fluttered through your mind in a dire situation. Hey be careful with merchandise, I’m a human being not a slab of meat. You goon… where did you get your training….Don grunted in slight pain as his stomach painfully connected with man’s shoulder. All the blood rushed into his brain and it got harder to breath. Just how gigantic was this mammoth anyway? This would be funny in the movies, wonder who they could get to play me? Finally the blessed place of oblivion and he didn’t feel anything else.

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A terrible headache greeted him when he finally woke up, most likely in his cell. The hood was still in place and his hands cuffed behind his back. He felt the chain against his left leg. An aroma caused his mouth to water, despite the smell wasn’t something he really liked. Damn he was feeling giddy again…he hadn’t come into this situation in his top form. He was starving and already sleep deprived. The perfect setup for brainwashing. He knew he would be killed once they figured out he wasn’t Charlie. He couldn’t help it he started laughing.

How many times had he wished to be like Charlie growing up, to be the smart one and now he was mistaken as Charlie and he had to pray that he could keep fooling them. Oh the irony of life. The hood was yanked off; he hadn’t even noticed it being untied. He blinked for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the light. It was the massive brute that greeted his eyes. At least 7 feet tall give or take a few inches, and around 345 pounds with brown curly hair.

“Don’t talk. Eat. You shouldn’t hurt people. Eat, because you won’t survive unless you do what I ask. Besides, I won’t be able to feed you again until you’ve been cleansed by the fire. Best to have a full belly before you are purified. Open mouth.”

Laughter filled the room. Don turned toward the sound and felt a sharp sting on his cheek.

“I said open mouth.” Don complied and had a spoon shoved forcefully into his mouth. “Good boy, see he can be taught.” The man wrung his hands and seemed to make a plea to the other man standing in the doorway. “I’ll teach him to be good; he doesn’t need the fire to learn to be good.”

Don decided for this moment he would play along. Observing how these two interact could give him some valuable information so he could get the upper hand. The man in the doorway was about his height, slightly bald, and not necessarily in tiptop shape. Another slap reminded him that he had been too slow in opening his mouth. A drop of blood on his shirt showed him how vulnerable he was at the moment.

“Sunny, enough. You remember the last time what happened when you disobeyed me don’t you?” Crossing to the table he stood directly in front of Don and across from the large man named Sunny. “Sunny, after he has been cleansed you will have a new baby brother. God has rewarded you for being so good lately. You always wanted a baby brother, and he has provided you one. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Sunny, I’m not your brother, you know that don’t you? If you release me, I could take care of myself.” A fist slammed into the side of his face, cutting his forehead over his right eye.

“Silence, until you have been cleansed, your words are evil. Sunny, you see we have to cleanse him by the fire or he will not be worthy of you. You do want a baby brother, don’t you?"

Sunny sniffed as he realized he could not save this one from the fire, and he prayed he wouldn’t lose this one. He hadn’t really cared about the others, but this one seemed worth saving. He couldn’t help but plead for his little brother one more time. “I’ll teach him to be good and pure…can’t you at least let me try first…

“No, Sunny we cannot ignore God’s orders. He can’t help it, his evil ways control him but we can help him even if he doesn’t want to be purified. Remember, you cannot listen to his words, for he is still contaminated and very bad. He’s hurt people and he will hurt you if you let his evil words twist your heart.” He smiled at Don and a chill crept up his spine. Right now it was hopeless to try anything in this man’s presence, but maybe when the man left?

The older man leaned forward and placed his hand on Sunny’s shoulder and whispered, “Don’t fail me, or you will have to be cleansed in the fire again. Then who will help your little brother when he needs someone the most?” After speaking those words, he smiled at the captive man once again sending a very strong silent message. “I suggest you eat, for it will be a while before mercy can be showed to you again. God have mercy on your soul.” Then he left and closed the door.

Don stared at Sunny. Evidently he didn’t open his mouth fast enough and he got slapped hard on the jaw. After a few bites he tried a question, “ My name is Charlie, and your name is Sunny?”

For a moment Sunny wrung his hands and then he glanced around before he spoke. “Don’t talk, just eat. If you keep talking I can’t finish feeding you. You don’t want more lessons; I promise you…it hurts.”

“What are they planning, what is the cleansing by the fire?

Sunny didn’t respond and only shoved the food harder in his mouth. “I told you no talking. If you don’t learn to shut up and do what they say, you will never get saved.”

“Why did he say I would be your baby brother?”

Sunny smiled, “You smart, you’re not like the others. I like that. You’re not scared of me. The others were. But you don’t understand about the rules. You must learn discipline. Now open mouth.”

Don could tell in some ways the man was just repeating words that he had heard and didn’t really understand what they meant. He knew the fire was a horrible experience and one he would have to try to avoid. An idea popped into his head and knowing he had nothing to loose, he wondered could it be really this simple, “If you undo the cuffs, I could be a big boy and feed myself.”

“You funny, you must be a comedian. Silly boy, don’t got key.” He scraped the bowl and filled the spoon with more lumpy oatmeal. “Open mouth.”

Don tried to figure out what everything meant. He managed not to choke to death on the food. Then he watched Sunny put the bowl down. The cloth bag was once again shoved hard over his face and his leg freed although his hands remained cuffed. His body was thrown over the man’s shoulder hard and making it difficult to breath. He tensed when he heard the man stop and another addressed Sunny.

“Sunny, remember your being tested too, Good thing you didn’t undo the cuffs. You don’t want to be cleansed again, do you?”

Fear, he responded in fear. “Please, I’ve been good…I did what you asked, I followed the rules. He’s been fed.”

“As long as you do, you won’t have to be punished by God…I hate punishing you Sunny. I’d hate to take you back where I rescued you from so long ago. You remember where I saved you…don’t you? I would hate to have to take you back there.”

“No, Please…I’ll be good. I promise…don’t take me back.”

“I think I’ll keep you a little longer, but don’t make me regret this brother. Take him inside, you know what to do. Make sure he can’t hurt himself.” He chuckled and addressed the captive, “See Charlie…you never had a chance…my baby brother knows he must listen to me and you will learn…in time.” He ordered the other two guards, “Make sure that Sunny obeys. Sunny report back to me when you are finished. Don’t disappoint me, again…Is that clear?”

“I will, I’m being good. I’ll teach Charlie to be good, you’ll see. You haven’t made a mistake. Thank you for letting me stay…I promise to be good, you’ll see.”

Don wondered where he was, it felt different…Hot and still. He didn’t know how to describe it, but he became afraid and struggled not wanting to be left in this place. Although it didn’t do him any good as he was tossed and landed hard on his side. Dirt…he’d been thrown down on dirt. Having the hood over his head didn’t help matters.

As he caught his breathe, a hand patted his back. “I’m sorry. I know you are scared and you should be. You must pray for your soul and ask for your sins to be forgiven. If God forgives you, you will survive the fire. Soon you’ll sleep, and then when you wake you will learn to let go of your wicked ways.”

Don started to struggle with everything he had when the first shovel of dirt was placed on over his legs. It just wasn’t fair…he felt as if he had been drugged, and found it difficult to focus. They just didn't play fair, and being tied up didn't help. Also the dirt was coming faster than he could clear it off his legs. More than one person was covering his body with dirt. Finally only his upper half of his body was free when the shoveling stopped. He felt a cushion being placed under his head.

“Look, I don’t know what you think I’ve done…please you have to help me.”

“I know you’re scared and I wish I could make you feel safer. But if you are forgiven, you will live and I will take care of you. If you don’t live, I’ll make sure you get a nice resting spot. I hope you live.” He patted Don’s shoulder, “Please God, save him from the fire.” Then he left. A few minutes later a man entered laughing.

“Sunny won’t help you no matter how much you plea. He hates this place and the fear of coming back in here will keep him in line. This place is like an oven and before you know it, you will feel the heat. He closed the lower metal part of the coffin. “I imagine being buried alive is really scary. I wonder what you will think about knowing that at any minute, I can close the top half and take your life. Since you can’t see, I’ll leave you with those enlighten thoughts. I wonder if you will pray for your soul before the night is out?” A cackle filled the air as the man left.

Don felt the heat radiating off the ground. The stillness in the air magnified the warmth. As his body perspired, Don reflected on his predicament. Half buried alive and no way to replenish the moisture that was evaporating out of his body. This would become a problem as the day progressed. The metal would heat up and most likely burn his skin. Dehydration would become a real issue in a short time. No wonder Sunny hated this place and was scared to death of doing anything that would make him return. Now the real question, could he survive?

No real sense of time existed anymore. How long he had been left in the metal coffin he couldn’t figure out. He had tried to figure out a way to keep track of time, but his mind couldn’t focus anymore. He was so thirsty and no longer cared what anyone thought. If someone walked through that door he would beg for something to drink. He heard someone crying. He tried to call out, but he couldn’t find any moisture to form any words. Images flooded his mind and he stayed with it till it disappeared and a new one took his place.

“Charlie, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Huge eyes looked up at him and a curly head bobbed up and down. Little Charlie sniffed and rubbed his nose on his sleeve. “I didn’t mean too.” He whispered in embarrassment.

Did you break something?

No.

Why don’t you go and tell Mom. Tears flowed harder and finally recognition, “Charlie did you have an accident?”

Charlie just cried harder.

“Charlie, I know you sometimes get caught up in your numbers…but your body can’t be ignored…Come on…I’ll get you cleaned up and no one has to know.”

“Really, no one…you won’t tell Mom?”

“No, now quickly before we get caught.” A huge grin appeared on his younger brother’s face. “I bet if we work on it, I can help you figure out how to tie your shoes so next time you can do it by yourself. Okay.”

Don was rewarded with a fierce hug but for once he didn’t mind.

Reality no longer existed, his mind jumped from image to image and he was so hot. His skin felt like it was on fire; no wonder he couldn’t enlist Sunny’s aid earlier. What he wouldn’t give for a drink of water.

"Daddy, but he needs me. I won’t get sick, I promise.

Honey, Donny is really sick and I don’t want you to catch it too. I’ll tuck you back in bed. Sweetie, please be a big boy and do what I ask.

He pouted but did as he was asked. But once in his room he grabbed his blankie and offered it up to his mother, “Please…I know it will help him to get better.”

Are you sure, I mean I know how much this means to you. Big round eyes looked up and with a very serious expression… “He needs it more; I can get it back when he is better.”

Mommy is very proud of you. She kisses the top of his head and tucks him back into bed. By the time she returned to her older son’s room, she hears a frantic Alan on the phone requesting an ambulance. Many would argue that it was the doctors or the medicines that had saved little Donnie that night, but she knew that a little blankie had created a miracle. For after she had placed it on his frail body, he had suddenly made a turn for the better. Two weeks later, he was once again fighting with his little brother, but it had been music to her ears.

Don felt his body dying, but he no longer cared, it was getting really hard to breathe. Maybe it was time to join his mother…anything would be better than being so alone.

“Donny, you are not alone…live because your brother needs you. It’s not your time to join me yet.”

Don smelled her scent and smiled. Something wonderful in this hellhole. He clung to the memories and hoped he really was strong enough to survive. He never even noticed the hands that lifted him out of his prison, nor did he hear any of the conversations as a doctor started the process that would save his life.

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Unfortunately, freedom was not in the cards and his recovery would be a very slow process.

A cool cloth rubbed his face and neck. His arms felt like rubber and he could barely recognize the sensations of cool clothes under his armpits and torso. His tongue licked his lips and Don found moisture. A hand lifted his head up and a voice commanded him, “Open your mouth. That’s it.”

Cool ice cubes were place on his tongue and he couldn’t believe he was alive. Barely, but he was alive. Hot, and most likely burning up with a fever. His head pounded and opening his eyes was not an option. He could barely understand what was happening to him and wondered how he had gotten in this predicament in the first place.

“God forgave you, you survived the fire. Now brother, I will take care of you. God finally granted me my wish. I always wanted a baby brother. You’ll see, I’ll be a good older brother.” The man continued to mumble encouraging thoughts or at least what he thought would be reassuring while he followed the directions to save his brother’s life. He prayed he wasn’t lying, that God had truly forgiven Charlie. But he promised God, that if his brother lived, he would never hurt him or be bad again. He couldn’t understand why he felt so protective of this one, the others he hadn’t really cared when they had died.

Kathleen
06-12-2007, 09:13 PM
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Chap. 3 continued
Time drifted and Don slowly woke up, to a voice talking to him. He didn’t recognize it at first. Finally, for the first time he was free. Nothing covered his head, he wasn’t wearing handcuffs, but it did nothing to improve his opportunity to escape. For the first time he had a chance, but he couldn’t even lift his head off the pillow. An ice cube was rubbed over his forehead, and then proceeded down his neck and torso.

You just rest; I’ll take care of you. Before you know it, you’ll be strong like me. Then he whispered, “Sometimes I have to wear them too, don’t tell anyone. Our secret. I like you…you not like the others; you don’t make fun of me. All clean now. I got to get back to my room before they find out I sneaked out…smells better don’t it.”

Then before Don could figure out what had happened he heard a door shut? For a moment he thought over Sunny’s ramblings. Then he realized what he was wearing…tears filled his eyes, as the memory got clearer. He didn’t think he would ever be able to watch a Depends commercial again.


“Don’t worry; your genius is doing fine. The doctor gave him just enough medical assistance to keep him alive. He’s as weak as a newborn kitten, but the bonding has begun. Ready to start stage 2….Yes, I’ll keep you informed. Before you know it, he’ll be ready to help us.”

After hanging up the phone, he talked with the guard watching the prisoner’s room. “How many times has Sunny visited his little brother?” He couldn’t help but laugh at his own joke.

“I did as you ordered and allowed him access every time he tried to get in. He’s already checked on him three times this evening.”

“Good, that means that Sunny really likes this one, unlike the others. By allowing him to come on his own, we’ve got him hooked. Poor Charlie, wonder how he will feel being treated like a four year old?”

“You didn’t. Sunny isn’t that gullible is he? I mean can’t he tell he is a grown man?”

“Let’s just say, he has been convinced to treat him like a baby for now. The man’s too sick to persuade him otherwise. By the time he has gotten better, Sunny’s mind will have been made up and we both know how stubborn he can get. Sunny tired of always being the baby, and now I’ve given him what he’s always wanted, someone who is younger than him. We don’t have to let him know it is because he is so sick, he thinks Charlie is like him now. Sunny’s on a mission and I’m doing everything I can to encourage it. When Charlie does get better, he’ll be restrained so in a way, he will be like a young child, now won’t he?” Both men laughed.
“Okay, keep watch. I don’t expect our poor captive will be able to more than sleep, but check on him every half hour, and make sure he is still breathing. By the time we’re done with him, he’ll be too happy to comply. We should get some good work out of him before I have to kill him. Once he’s bonded to Sunny, we’ll begin stage 3.”

“I understand him helping us to stop the torture, but will he really bond to Sunny? I mean he is a stranger, you might have Sunny convinced that he is his little brother, but I doubt Charlie will ever think of him as that.”

“We’ve learned a lot from our other mistakes. This stage will take a bit of time, but yes, I do believe he will bond with him. It’s already started, Sunny will be the only one allowed to show him any kindness, and he is truly trying to save his life. He will react to that, and that will be his downfall. I’ll be the one to try to break him and his anger will be directed at me. Sunny will be all he has to count on helping him stay alive, to protect him. He’ll bond, remember the last one did, and he hated Sunny before it started. Shame he lost his mind…that one could have provide us with lots of opportunities. But at least the boss now understands that when I say I need more time, I really need more time. We can’t rush this. We got the time, by now; they have discovered our dead body. The family will mourn their loss and we will brainwash our captive. Nothing is going to go wrong this time.”

TBC

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Chapter 4 (http://www.fanrush.com/forums/showthread.php?t=8960)

A/N: Yes this is a WIP. I have Chapter 4 almost ready to be betaed. I do try to follow Jels advice. I have to admit, I'm nervous about this chapter; it is harsh. I guess I would like feedback, do you want me to continue? Are you enjoying it? Are you going to continue reading? Feedback will only encourage me to write faster, and help me to improve my story. Thanks for everyone who is reading the story, and huge thank you for those that leave feedback! ;)

Chap. 4 will be added here and then I'll try to link the rest so you can find it easily.

Miz Em
06-12-2007, 09:30 PM
...and I must have been guilty of reading too many of Miz Em’s stories.

:eek: Poor you! ;)

But great start, because I can't wait to see what happens next!

tinkoo
06-12-2007, 09:37 PM
wowee the whumper at work! Great start K, anxious for the next chapter. :D

K8T
06-13-2007, 10:55 AM
*slides a plate of cookies across the table* Kathleen, please feed your muse, perhaps it will work faster. :D

This was a great start. I can't wait for more.

3rdgal
06-13-2007, 02:54 PM
Good to see another whumper back at whump... I mean, *work*. :D

Great start!

newgirl
06-13-2007, 05:25 PM
You're off to a great start. Can't wait to read more.

jlm110108
06-13-2007, 06:31 PM
Kathleen,

Oh, my! What an amazing opening.

Jo

Evenstar656
06-14-2007, 05:16 AM
Sounds exciting!!

DreamBrother
06-16-2007, 08:53 AM
Lol, poor Charlie. I feel his pain

And poor Don, we like his pain.

Great opening, hope to see more soon

Kathleen
06-19-2007, 09:10 PM
I need to get a new computer. I don't know how long it will take, but I won't be able to get back online till I do. I risked it today...but won't till I get a new computer. Stupid viruses!!!!!!!!!!! :mad:

Kathleen
08-09-2007, 11:55 PM
Sorry it took so long to update. Chapter 2 is now posted. Feedback is appreciated. ;) :p

Afraid no answers yet and no this is not a death fic, just so you know.

tinkoo
08-10-2007, 11:02 AM
aha Kathleen,

Glad you've updated.

Not a death fic, yea good.. but a whumper fic. he he...
oh no, now Charlie's kidnapped too.

OK next one up soon?

Kathleen
08-25-2007, 08:19 PM
Okay, I posted Chapter 3, had to break to fit. I'm almost ready to send Chapter 4 to Jels to have it betaed. I hope you will continue the story, but I admit, I'm nervous about this chapter. Some feedback would be nice, please leave some if you are willing. ;)

jlm110108
08-26-2007, 07:20 AM
Kathleen,

The way your posting the chapters confused me at first. I was looking at the date of the messages, and since chapter 3 was dated June, I kept thinking it was an old chapter. Duh!

This was a really intense chapter! I tried to read it last night, but it was too much for me to take. I did read it this morning, and while it's still hard to handle, it left me anxious for more.

It had been so long since I read chapter 2, I forgot Charlie had been kidnapped as well. Who has him and what the heck is going on? I hope your computer problems are resolved so we can get a quick update!

Jo

newgirl
08-26-2007, 02:15 PM
I was confused about the posting dates as well. So I just went and reread the whole thing. This is really intense. Can't wait til Colby realizes Don has been kidnapped. Looking forward to more.

Kathleen
08-26-2007, 03:46 PM
I'm sorry so many of you are confused. I won't do this again, I'll just post one chapter at a time unless I have them finished. Lesson learned...don't reserve spaces for chapters doesn't work.

Again, this is NOT a death fic and I plan a happy ending. I understand if you don't want to finish this story. I tried to figure out a happier one, but my muse wouldn't listen. Chap. 4 needs to be revamped but I hope to have it posted this week. I have a new computer, so hopefully my computer problems are over. Knock on wood. Unfortunately, my summer vacation is over and I go back to work.

I would love suggestions to help me improve and what you liked. Feedback will encourage me to write faster, but I will not withhold the story for reviews. So as soon as 4 is done, I'll post it. Hopefully, in a week.