we almost become dizzy / I am who I am who I am

[themeletor]

ok guys, fuck that last challenge thing. new plan (though I mean, feel free to play there, or here, or there and here, or whatever, but yeah).

HUGS FOR COLBY!
(because um. I just spent all of German class ignoring modal verbs and going "man, Colby really needs a hug. or eighty." BECAUSE HE DOES, THOUGH.)

so, for the purpose of this quixotic little venture, a hug is anything from 50-500 words, and man you can totally write/link to something longer if you want, but 50-500 is a nice manageable target length I think, and it can be het or slash or gen or fluff or angst or snark or porn or backstory or some combination or pretty much anything, with anyone, as long as it has at its core the Colby-love. somewhere (possibly very deeply hidden, because Colby is, yes, adorable, but also a soldierboy, which is a) why we love him, and b) something that sets him up for a lot of trouble, sometimes). because you know what, Colby Needs A Hug. for serious.

so! post hugs here, please! I am maybe even writing one or several myself! that's what lunch is for, I think! also, here are some free bonus exclamation points for you! --> [!!!!!!!]

ok no, but, really, please humor me (and Colby). even though I'm kinda crazy.



(OT PS - ian_edgerton girls, I PROMISE I have a picspam/post/apology in the works for tonight. gack. o_o)

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[phurie-dae.livejournal.com]

The grass is cold and prickly and Colby's pretty sure that's a beetle crawling over his skin as his shirt rides up, belly pressed flat into the damp ground. His elbows are starting to hurt too, but he digs them harder into the dirt and peers through the rifle scope, pretending to do the math so he won't miss by as much this time, but he's really just wishing he'd worn long sleeves. Not that it's cold - it's LA, come on - but all the hairs on his forearms are standing to attention anyway.

Might be because Edgerton is practically on top of him.

He has his left arm slung over the back of Colby's shoulder's, and his right is helping guide the rifle. Their cheeks are pressed close so Edgerton can get the same view of the target - and Colby is pissed that the man barely needs the scope at all - and it also means Edgerton gets a close up view of Colby's exposed - and totally over-reacting - arms.

Yeah, Edgerton sees all right. And seems to know perfectly well that he's causing it.

Just as Colby squeezes the trigger, Edgerton squeezes too, tightening his grip around Colby's shoulder's, leaning in...and catching Colby's ear in a gentle nip.

The shot, quite obviously, goes wide.

Ah, fuck it, thinks Colby, as he turns around and tackles Edgerton in a bear-hug. He'll never be as good a shot as Edgerton anyway.

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P.S. You get this in your inbox twice, because I hit Post Comment by accident before I'd finished, dammit!

Yeah, so...this is how military boys hug. When holding guns, and sometimes wrestling.

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! this, yes! hugs for Colby! YAY! omg ♥

the whole first paragraph is SO MUCH PERFECTION. and so is everything else, of course, but OH MAN, THAT FIRST PARAGRAPH. YES.

also, sly Edgerton. always a good thing. teeth a bonus. to conclude, ♥. again.


(ps- YOUR ICON! IT WINS AT ALL THINGS.)

[shrieking-ell.livejournal.com]

EEEEEEE!!!!!

This is wonderful! Elbows. And sniper rifles and cheek to cheek

*tackle bear hug*

[shrieking-ell.livejournal.com]

I have written a Numb3rs fic (sort of). Inevitable, really. Colby is my favorite woobie ever. Except for John Sheppard. Together, they break my woobie meter

[dsudis.livejournal.com]

A little belatedly: Cookies for Colby.

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

it is not at all belated! one cannot set a time limit on Colby love! and no, I am not just saying this because I'm waiting on a dead computer myself. .:: clicks! ::.

[jaredsexual.livejournal.com]

Colby opened the door to his apartment, stunned when he suddenly had an armful of math professor in his arms. Charlie'd flung himself at Colby, wrapping his arms around his neck and burying his head against Colby's shoulder. He was mumbling unintelligibly, though Colby was almost positive that anything he was saying would go completely over his head.

"Hey, hey Charlie," he encouraged, pulling back just enough to get a good look at Charlie's face. His brows were furrowed and he looked…well, more than worried. Way more than worried. Colby tangled his fingers in Charlie's hair. "What's going on?"

"You, I…Don told me what happened." Oh. OH. Charlie bit his lip, pain racing across his face. Colby noticed there was a smudge of chalk on Charlie's cheek. Colby really wanted to wipe it off. Or maybe lick it off before—focus Granger.

Colby smoothed his knuckles over Charlie's cheek bone. "I was so worried, I didn't think…I, it was worse than with Don. At least then he had his gear on and the gunman wasn't near as clo--" Colby rolled his eyes and rested his fingers over Charlie's lips.

"Stop babbling, genius. I'm fine, see?" Charlie looked him up and down, making sure for himself that Colby was in one piece. Satisfied, he tugged up against Colby again.

"I was so afraid that you'd-- that something had happened and--" Colby rolled his eyes, pushing Charlie away from him and tilting his head back, claiming his lips. Charlie's eyes widened momentarily, like they usually did, and he curled his hands over Colby's biceps. His eyes fluttered shut, savoring the contact. Colby pulled away, hands on Charlie's shoulders.

"You gonna be ok now?" Colby's eyes narroed a bit, searching Charlie's face. Charlie's face was blank when he trailed his hand up Colby's neck and around the back of his head.

"Will you?" Colby blinked, eyes softening at the worry and love written all over Charlie's expression. He smiled, caressing the skin near Charlie's collar.

"Yeah, I'm good."
er, I blame irena_adler. I think this is kinda like...mutual hugs? or something. whatever.

Also, I'm pretty sure my don!muse will never ever forgive me. ever. D:

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

AWWWWWWWWWWWW!

(you know what, your don!muse can just get the fuck over himself and deal with it)

[jaredsexual.livejournal.com]

yay!

(AHAHAHA. he's sulking in the corner mumbling about how he's better than that "GI asshat". Now don's stealing phrases I stole from you. er. *is scared*)

How a mathematician gives a hug.

[jobiegirl6.livejournal.com]

OK---so 1. I've only ever finished one thing of fanfiction. 2. It wasn't numb3rs. 3. It was quite bad. So I've always been more of a reader, than a writer. But anyways...I saw this and since I absolutely fricking love Colby, especially in The Mole, I thought of this and ....I don't know---it is what it is.



The day returning to work after the incident with Dwayne Carter, Colby expected there to be a lot of tension. Scratch that---a lot of tension. The kind of tension that makes you wish you never came to work, but certainly the kind of tension that makes you think for the (what had Charlie once told him was the larges number---a quadrillion?) quadrillionth time that putting the man who saved your life in front of doing your job was not the smartest thing he’s done.

He kept his head down as he walked towards his desk, to avoid any of those looks he had been receiving since the incident, but mostly because he did not want to see if Don had arrived yet.

Along with all the paperwork on his desk when he finally arrived, was a bag full of red gumballs.

“What the heck?” he thought to himself, and then asked David, “hey man, did you put these here?”

“No, they were there when I got here this morning. I’m not sure who put them there. The only one around here then was Don. Oh---and Charlie was here about the fraud case Don wants him to work on.”

“Charlie?” Colby thought back to all the times going to Charlie’s office and taking out a red gumball, making sure to let Charlie note his choice of color.

“Maybe today’s not going to be so bad after all” he thought to himself as he started to chew one of the gumballs.

Re: How a mathematician gives a hug.

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

*SQUEE~!*

I'm in the computer lab right now, and about to run off, so that's all I can give you. but, DEFINITELY, SQUEE! I'm ever so happy you decided to come out and play! red gumballs! ee!

Re: How a mathematician gives a hug.

[jobiegirl6.livejournal.com]

Thanks very much:)