Fic: Fade 2/?
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csi_sanders1129Title: Fade
Chapters: 2/?
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
csi_sanders1129
Genre: Angst. Romance.
Ratings: M for language.
Word Count: ~950
Pairings/Characters: NickGreg. GregOC.
Synopsis: "Nicky, do you really think I wanted you to find out like that?” Greg retorted, with tears in his eyes.
Comments: Sorry this took so long, and, just a note, the first chapter underwent some editing, so it better fit the plot bunny.
Part One is Here
Part Two .
“You’re nothing to me!” The words hurt more he‘d thought they would. They seemed to be on permanent repeat in his mind, just echoing over and over and over, like a broken record. The scene just kept playing out before him every time he dared to close his eyes. That might explain why he hadn’t slept in three days.
In the two years they’d been together, they’d -never- had a fight like they’d had the other night.
And it was clearly beginning to take it’s toll on him.
The lack of sleep had effected him to the point that Grissom had sent him home for the night, ordering him to get some rest and be capable of keeping his eyes open for more than thirty seconds before he dared step foot back into the lab again.
His early arrival home had, of course, gotten his fiancé’s attention rather quickly. She questioned him and questioned him about why he was being so distant, so withdrawn, not sleeping. All Greg wanted was peace and quiet to sort this mess out…
“I’ll be back later.” He whispered, grabbing his jacket before heading out.
He drove to the old-fashioned bar he’d gone to once with Nick, before they’d started their... thing. When they were still just friends. He ordered a drink and retreated to one of the far corners of the place.
He hadn’t been expecting Nick to react that badly to the news. Granted, he had found out the wrong way, definitely not the way Greg had intended to tell him. But, how had he expected Nick to react? Did he want Nick to be happy for him? Or had he really expected the anger all along? He absentmindedly rubbed at the bruises that had indeed formed on his arms from the Texans grip on him that night and sipped nonchalantly at his beer.
“Why did this have to get so complicated…?” He asked himself aloud.
Maybe he’d wanted Nick to stop him somehow. To tell him that it wasn’t a good idea, wasn’t what he really wanted. Because at least that would be true. The engagement had been entirely her idea, Greg had just gone along with it because it seemed to be the next logical step. He really did love her… but, he loved Nick, too. And if it came down to that, he knew who he’d pick in a heart-beat.
Suddenly the empty seat across from him was filled, the familiar and remorseful face of his lover staring at him, waiting for some acknowledgement of his existence.
“Nick.” Greg greeted, steeling himself for any other heartless put-downs the elder may have prepared.
“Greggo…” The Texan reached out for him, eyes pleading. “Can we talk?”
He took another swig from his drink, keeping his eyes adverted from Nick‘s. That was one thing he loved about Nick. He could never resist his eyes, but right now, he was damn well going to try. “We are talking.”
“Someplace more private?” Nick offered, a hand covering Greg’s. “Please…”
Greg started to shake his head, but inadvertently looked up, eyes locking with his lovers. “Yeah… okay.” He nodded, slipping out of the booth.
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They ended up back at Nick’s, Greg sitting on the couch while the Texan leaned against the half-wall that separated the living room from the kitchen. “You wanted to talk, so talk.”
“I wanted… to apologize for how I reacted the other day…” Nick bit his lip. “I was seriously out of line.”
“Yeah, you were.” He shrugged. “But, so was I. I should have told you sooner.”
Nick moved to sit beside him on the sofa, a hand on the younger’s shoulder. “I want you to know I didn’t mean what I said when I asked you to leave.”
“You mean that I’m ‘nothing to you’?” Greg despised those words now, and his feeling was expressed upon his repeating of them.
The Texan nodded. “I’m sorry I said that, cause it’s the furthest possible thing from the truth.”
Greg tried to let his mind wander too far off onto what that could mean, exactly, instead focusing his attention on Maverick, who had just come prancing out of Nick’s room and flopping down across their feet. “I just… I don’t know, it’s kind of cruel to say I wanted you to be happy for me.”
“A bit, yes. But, I’ll manage.” Nick shrugged, remaining silent long enough to draw Greg’s attention, making the younger look at him. “Look, you know that I love you… So, for you… I’ll go to the wedding, I’ll be your best man, whatever you want, okay? As long as it makes you happy, I’ll do it.”
“…Okay.” Greg stared at his lover, his mind going 100 miles a minute, thoughts running through his head so fast that he couldn’t process what half of them were, the ones that did make it through to him, however, were screaming for him to do what he‘d wanted to all along. And he would. “No.”
“What?”
“No, don’t be happy for me.” He paused. “I’m not happy for me.”
The Texan shifted slightly, so he was angled more towards the younger man, unsure as to whether he’d heard that right. “Greggo… what…?”
Greg bit his lip, knowing that he needed to tell Nick how he really felt, because soon it would be too late. “I… I don’t want to do this… It was her idea. Entirely. She kept dropping these not-so-subtle hints, and finally… I didn’t know what else to do… But, God, Nicky, I close my eyes and think about my future, and it’s just… blank when I think of her.” He reached for the elder’s hand. “When I think of you…. It’s just… right.”
Chapters: 2/?
Author:
csi_sanders1129 Genre: Angst. Romance.
Ratings: M for language.
Word Count: ~950
Pairings/Characters: NickGreg. GregOC.
Synopsis: "Nicky, do you really think I wanted you to find out like that?” Greg retorted, with tears in his eyes.
Comments: Sorry this took so long, and, just a note, the first chapter underwent some editing, so it better fit the plot bunny.
Part One is Here
Part Two .
“You’re nothing to me!” The words hurt more he‘d thought they would. They seemed to be on permanent repeat in his mind, just echoing over and over and over, like a broken record. The scene just kept playing out before him every time he dared to close his eyes. That might explain why he hadn’t slept in three days.
In the two years they’d been together, they’d -never- had a fight like they’d had the other night.
And it was clearly beginning to take it’s toll on him.
The lack of sleep had effected him to the point that Grissom had sent him home for the night, ordering him to get some rest and be capable of keeping his eyes open for more than thirty seconds before he dared step foot back into the lab again.
His early arrival home had, of course, gotten his fiancé’s attention rather quickly. She questioned him and questioned him about why he was being so distant, so withdrawn, not sleeping. All Greg wanted was peace and quiet to sort this mess out…
“I’ll be back later.” He whispered, grabbing his jacket before heading out.
He drove to the old-fashioned bar he’d gone to once with Nick, before they’d started their... thing. When they were still just friends. He ordered a drink and retreated to one of the far corners of the place.
He hadn’t been expecting Nick to react that badly to the news. Granted, he had found out the wrong way, definitely not the way Greg had intended to tell him. But, how had he expected Nick to react? Did he want Nick to be happy for him? Or had he really expected the anger all along? He absentmindedly rubbed at the bruises that had indeed formed on his arms from the Texans grip on him that night and sipped nonchalantly at his beer.
“Why did this have to get so complicated…?” He asked himself aloud.
Maybe he’d wanted Nick to stop him somehow. To tell him that it wasn’t a good idea, wasn’t what he really wanted. Because at least that would be true. The engagement had been entirely her idea, Greg had just gone along with it because it seemed to be the next logical step. He really did love her… but, he loved Nick, too. And if it came down to that, he knew who he’d pick in a heart-beat.
Suddenly the empty seat across from him was filled, the familiar and remorseful face of his lover staring at him, waiting for some acknowledgement of his existence.
“Nick.” Greg greeted, steeling himself for any other heartless put-downs the elder may have prepared.
“Greggo…” The Texan reached out for him, eyes pleading. “Can we talk?”
He took another swig from his drink, keeping his eyes adverted from Nick‘s. That was one thing he loved about Nick. He could never resist his eyes, but right now, he was damn well going to try. “We are talking.”
“Someplace more private?” Nick offered, a hand covering Greg’s. “Please…”
Greg started to shake his head, but inadvertently looked up, eyes locking with his lovers. “Yeah… okay.” He nodded, slipping out of the booth.
-------
They ended up back at Nick’s, Greg sitting on the couch while the Texan leaned against the half-wall that separated the living room from the kitchen. “You wanted to talk, so talk.”
“I wanted… to apologize for how I reacted the other day…” Nick bit his lip. “I was seriously out of line.”
“Yeah, you were.” He shrugged. “But, so was I. I should have told you sooner.”
Nick moved to sit beside him on the sofa, a hand on the younger’s shoulder. “I want you to know I didn’t mean what I said when I asked you to leave.”
“You mean that I’m ‘nothing to you’?” Greg despised those words now, and his feeling was expressed upon his repeating of them.
The Texan nodded. “I’m sorry I said that, cause it’s the furthest possible thing from the truth.”
Greg tried to let his mind wander too far off onto what that could mean, exactly, instead focusing his attention on Maverick, who had just come prancing out of Nick’s room and flopping down across their feet. “I just… I don’t know, it’s kind of cruel to say I wanted you to be happy for me.”
“A bit, yes. But, I’ll manage.” Nick shrugged, remaining silent long enough to draw Greg’s attention, making the younger look at him. “Look, you know that I love you… So, for you… I’ll go to the wedding, I’ll be your best man, whatever you want, okay? As long as it makes you happy, I’ll do it.”
“…Okay.” Greg stared at his lover, his mind going 100 miles a minute, thoughts running through his head so fast that he couldn’t process what half of them were, the ones that did make it through to him, however, were screaming for him to do what he‘d wanted to all along. And he would. “No.”
“What?”
“No, don’t be happy for me.” He paused. “I’m not happy for me.”
The Texan shifted slightly, so he was angled more towards the younger man, unsure as to whether he’d heard that right. “Greggo… what…?”
Greg bit his lip, knowing that he needed to tell Nick how he really felt, because soon it would be too late. “I… I don’t want to do this… It was her idea. Entirely. She kept dropping these not-so-subtle hints, and finally… I didn’t know what else to do… But, God, Nicky, I close my eyes and think about my future, and it’s just… blank when I think of her.” He reached for the elder’s hand. “When I think of you…. It’s just… right.”
