Rating: T - Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.  I'm switching over to these Fiction Ratings.

Disclaimer: The Magnificent Seven is owned by Trilogy, Mirish and MGM. No money is being made. This fanfic is purely for entertainment purposes. Numbers is owned by CBS and other amazingly cool people... that... I don't know the names of. Obviously I don't own anything at all.

AU: ATF - Thanks Mog! :)

Author's Notes: This is my very first crossover. I love the CBS show Numb3rs and I wanted to see what I could do with it. I've seen all of the episodes of Numb3rs but I'm in no way an expert on the show. I'm hoping that this works, and... if not... well, it was an awful lot of fun to write. LOL Thanks to Phyllis for the beta.

Family Found Series - Magnificent Seven ATF and Numb3rs Crossover


By: Ruby

Alan walked out the back door of the house, Don on his heels. 

"What's wrong, Dad?" Don had never seen his dad so pale, so shaken. "You look like you've just seen a ghost."

Alan shook his head and rubbed his eyes with a shaking hand. "I..." his shoulders slumped and he sat down hard in a plump-cushioned patio chair.

Worried, Don squatted in front of him and patted him on the knee. "Take it easy, Dad. It's okay."

Smiling sadly, Alan shook his head at his oldest son. "You might not think so in a moment." He sighed. 

Don stood and pulled a chair closer to his dad's. He sat down and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together. "Tell me."

Alan looked down, wringing his hands together. "It was... a long time ago. Charlie was five, I think. Your mom and I... well, we were having a hard time." He cocked his head to the side, a self-depreciating smile on his face. "I... it was just a hard time for us. We hardly ever saw each other... your mom's time was taken up with Charlie... his extraordinary skills. You were into sports. I didn't have any time... I'd gotten that promotion and I had so much more responsibility at work and I was working all the time," he shook his head, "never home."

"I remember." Don nodded.

Swallowing hard, Alan glanced up, met his son's gaze. "I went to Boston for a conference. Even before I left, I was tired, burnt out. And the thing dragged on for a week. The last morning, well..." He looked away. "I'm not making excuses. What I did was wrong."

Don sat back, bracing himself for bad news. "I'm listening."

Alan pursed his lips, watching his son. He blinked a few times, licked his lips and looked down. "She was housekeeping at the hotel I was staying at. She knocked," he shrugged, "I let her in. She was going to come back, but I was just getting my stuff together and I told her it was fine, to go ahead and clean."

The corner of Alan's mouth turned up in a wistful half smile. He was looking at a point past Don's shoulder. "We talked while she did her work. Her name was Katherine, she was in her early twenties. She had this lilting Irish accent and when she laughed," he shuddered, "it was just such a sweet sound." He shrugged. "It'd been so long since I'd heard someone laugh like that. So free, without the weight of the world on her shoulders."

"She was so beautiful. Flawless ivory skin, wide hazel eyes, coffee colored hair tucked up under that cap." He looked at his son and then ducked his head. "There was an attraction, Don. I don't know what else to say. There was just... this thing between us. You could almost feel it in the air, heavy. We... well, it just happened."

Don blew out a harsh breath. "Jesus, Dad."

"I know." Alan shook his head. "I know," he pleaded. "I left that afternoon. I never saw her again. It was just that one time."

Don glared at him. "You cheated on Mom. I... just can't believe you."

Alan sighed, his shoulders slumped. "I know," he whispered.

"Did mom know?" Don asked.

Alan looked up at him. "For a few months, I... I tried to keep it from her. But it was killing me. I loved your mother, Don. I'll always love her." He shook his head, his eyes bright. Alan nodded. "I told her. We fought, cried, talked it over. I was *so* sorry. I never meant for it to happen. There was no excuse and I knew it. I told her that if she wanted me to move out, to leave, I would. It was the least I could do. I loved you guys, but I knew I'd ruined any trust she had for me. We talked some more. In the end, she forgave me."

Don's mouth opened, but no sound came out.

"I don't know why," Alan continued. "But she loved me. And I loved her. We never talked about it again. But it was the one thing I'll always regret. I'll always be sorry for it."

"Why are you telling me this now?" Don ran a hand through his hair. 

Alan glanced towards the house and back. "I'm telling you, Don, because that agent in there, the one from Boston, who's twenty three years old," he cocked his eyebrows up, "is a spitting image of her."

Gasping, Don sat forward. "There's no way, Dad. No way in hell. It's just a coincidence. The city, the time span - you're just putting two and two together and coming up with five."

Alan shook his head and shrugged. "Maybe, Don. I mean, he looks a lot like me, like you and Charlie. But... there's one last thing." He cocked his head towards the house. "The woman, Don, her last name was Dunne. Katherine Dunne."

May 3, 2005

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