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Just a couple of fics for the cause!
They are *duh* Nick/Greg The Love slash! I really hope you like 'em, these are some of my first attempts at it, and I worked really hard! If you wanna comments on them or something, or just tell me you hate them, you can start a thread below or something. THANKS!
Dear Journal
Well, I've got another one! lol. Uh, the prompt was packing. I don't know where it came from. This one is actually my first one. But, I forgot about it! lol. Beta'd by Queen. Hope it's good!
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“Dear journal!” Greg yelled loudly from somewhere in the general kitchen aria. “Today I worked a case! It was really hard! Good thing I had Greg with me! I love working cases with him! He makes them fun!”
Nick had found him. Greg was on a chair, his head almost but not quite scraping the top of the low kitchen ceiling.
“Aw! Nick! I never knew you felt that way!” he cried, dramatically.
“Greg! If you value your life you’ll shut up right now, get off that chair, and give me my journal!” Nick bellowed at the blond on the chair.
“Dear journal! I can’t stop this feeling inside of me! It’s all weird! It happens when ever Greg is around! I’ve heard what it is before! It’s love!” Greg nearly fell out of the chair, but kept on reading. “Is it true, do I love him? He’s sleeping next to me right now; I think his sugar rush has worn off. And he’s cute with his hair messed up. Yup, it’s love. I can tell. But how do I tell him? I don’t know, but I’ll figure something out. I love you, Greg Sanders…”
Nick had hesitantly made his way up to Greg at this point. Greg lowered the ‘journal’ to see the taller man standing in front of him. He hopped off his chair, all the better to see Nick’s eyes. “Really?” he whispered, swallowing hard. “You do?”
Nick nodded, his face flushed from running, still breathing heavily. But, both of those things could be from the man standing before him, as well. “I really do. With all my heart.”
Greg stood on tip-toe, gently touching his lips to Nick’s. “Good,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against Nick’s. “Because I love you, too.”
Nick smiled as Greg wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss.
“Babe, we need to pack,” Nick mumbled against Greg’s lips after a few minutes. “Wait, can I call you that?” he pulled back, staring quizzically at Greg.
“’Course,” Greg replied, grinning as he pulled Nick back down.
“Greg,” Nick warned, pushing him back again. “We need to pack. Conference to go to and everything, remember?”
“Few more minutes?” Greg begged, working his magic on Nick’s neck. Nick couldn’t help but moan a bit, but, pushed Greg gently away, all the same. “Packing now,” Nick told him, sternly. “But we’ll pack quickly…”
Greg grinned, running into the back room and beginning to pack. Most likely, Nick and Greg would forget fifty things each, but, who cares?
You're worth more
Well, I was sitting here in front of my computer, begging the heveans for an idea; then, THIS hit me. like tone of bricks. I was watching Fannysmakin' on Spike TV, and this just came to me. I hope y'all like!
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Nick entered the small hospital room and winced; Greg, unmoving, on the hospital bed, as pale as the surrounding sheets. Well, I was sitting here in front of my computer, begging the heveans for an idea; then, THIS hit me. like tone of bricks. I was watching Fannysmakin' on Spike TV, and this just came to me. I hope y'all like!
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He drifted over, sitting in the chair by the bed and grabbing onto Greg’s hand. He was used to a reassuring squeeze back, but not this time. Greg’s hand rested limply in his and it made him want to burst into tears. But, no, he had to be strong, for him and Greg.
“Mmm…” Greg mumbled, eyes fluttering open. He sucked in a breath when he realized who was sitting next to his bed. “Nick…”
“Hey, G,” the Texan answered, running his thumb soothingly over the back of Greg’s hand. “How’re you doin’, huh?”
Greg stared at him. “Fine.”
“Now, we all know that’s not true,” Nick said. “You say that but you’re not.”
Greg was silent for several minutes, and Nick began to wonder if this was a refusal to talk to him, but then Greg voiced his thoughts, voice shaky. “He’s dead.”
“Who?”
“Demetrius James,” Greg replied, still staring strait ahead.
“So?” Nick asked, shocking even himself.
“I killed him, Nick. I killed him,” Greg said, moving his hand out of Nick’s and dropping into his lap. “I took another’s life…”
“He was going kill you, Greg,” Nick said.
“Yeah, look at how well my little plan turned out,” Greg said, bitterly. “Dragged out of my car through the window, beaten to a pulp, and left for dead.”
“Greg…” Nick whispered, leaning down to get his head right next to Greg’s. “You’re gonna listen to me, and you’re gonna listen good, got it?” It pained him to have to speak to Greg like that, but obviously the gentle convincing of him hadn’t worked.
Greg stared at him, but nodded all the same. “You, Greg Sanders, are worth so much more than the scum that was Demetrius James; he helped in the deliberate attempts at killing three people, and succeeded once. Did you mean to kill Demetrius James?” Greg shook his head. “See? You are worth so much more than him, got it?”
Greg stared at him. “But-.”
“No ifs ands or buts about it,” Nick said. “Now, really, how are you doing?” Greg was silent for several more minutes. Nick was just about to ask again, when a tear slid down Greg’s cheek, his bottom lip quivering severally. “I was scared,” he whispered. “I really thought I was going to die tonight, Nick.”
“Oh, Greg,” Nick whispered, taking Greg into his arms. “Shh…”
“And, the worst part about it, you’d never know how much I care about you…” Greg whispered. “So, I’ll just go ahead and say it; I love you, Nick Stokes.”
Nick smiled, hugging Greg tighter. “Love you too, G.” he pulled back, kissing Greg’s cheek and pushing him back towards his pillows. “You rest, now.”
Greg nodded, scooting over and patting the mattress next to him. “Just until I fall asleep.”
Nick smiled, getting into the hospital bed, and wrapping his arms around Greg. “Okay.”
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