Fic: A Growing Family (4/?)
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nickngregTITLE: A GROWING FAMILY
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Nick/Greg
WARNINGS: Adult scenes and language
SUMMARY: Family situations change
SPOILERS: None
Previous parts of this story can be found here
There was complete silence in the Stokes breakfast room. Nick, the youngest of seven had managed to shut down everything and everyone. He had waited until everyone was seated and then asked for their attention. He started by saying, “Mom, Dad, William, Savannah, Leslie, Joanie you know I love you guys with all my heart and I’m grateful for the way you’ve all just given up your lives to help me get mine back. I need to tell you all something about me; something important. I know Mom you especially have thought I was going to be single forever but I do have someone special in my life. I’m in love and I’m ready to commit to one person for the rest of my life.”
There was an explosion of noise; everyone started talking at the same time. How long? Had they set a date? Why wasn’t Nick’s love there in Texas with him? Had he picked out a ring?
His mother, Jillian and his sisters went into instantaneous wedding planner mode. His dad, William and his brother (also William) were both talking at the same time only they were a little more direct. Was Nick sure? How well did he know this girl and again, why wasn’t she here taking care of him if they were so serious? Was this more on Nick’s side than hers?
Finally, Nick put his fingers in his mouth and let out a whistle that could have put a warning siren to shame. He shook his head at his rowdy family and said, “Good God Almighty, will you all stop and breathe for a second? We’ve known each other for five years now but it’s only gotten serious in the last eight or nine months. No we haven’t set a date. No I haven’t picked out a ring. Yes I’m very sure and I’m also sure the feelings between us are mutual. My love’s name is Greg Sanders. He work’s with me at the crime lab.”
The cone of silence descended. Nick was sure he could hear the grass growing outside the French doors. Everyone was sitting there with their mouths hanging open. Nick had an irreverent thought that it was like having breakfast with a family of goldfish.
Then the cone lifted.
Judge Stokes: “Greg Sanders? But son, that’s a mans name. Mother didn’t we meet a Greg Sanders at the hospital?”
Mrs. Stokes: “Oh Nick you can’t be serious?”
William: “Nick, have you taken your meds today?”
Joanie: “Way to go little brother. Leave it to you to shake things up.”
Leslie: “No wonder you never lasted with any one of my friends more than a few days.”
Savannah: “You know Nicky-poo, I’ve sort of wondered about you since your first year at college.”
“Yes, daddy…Greg Sanders is a mans name. Greg is a man. I’m in love with a man I work with and yes you did meet Greg in the hospital”.
“Mom, I’m very, very serious. Don’t you think I’ve spent hours and hours trying to rationalize this whole thing and the only think I can come up with is he makes me happy and safe and warm and loved. Isn’t that the way you felt about Daddy when you realized you loved him?”
“Will, I haven’t taken my meds for several days now and before you open your mouth and stick your foot in it, I have no intention of taking those meds again”.
“Joanie, I wasn’t trying to upset anyone. I was trying to talk to my family about the most important thing that’s ever happened to me”.
“Leslie, your friends were dipsticks and one step short of being whores”.
“Sanna, I have no idea why you wondered. I wasn’t interested in guys in college”.
Savannah or Sanna as Nick called her tilted her head to one side in an almost exact copy of her little brother. She was obviously puzzled and it showed. “So Nick, are you gay, bi, homo…what the hell are you?”
“Young Lady you are not too old to take over my knee. There will be none of that trashy talk in this house”; Mama Stokes was appalled at the antics of her two youngest.
“Sanna, I don’t really know what I am. I don’t like labels; I think they’re unnecessary. I don’t think I’m homo-sexual but since I’m in love with a man, deeply in love I might add, I’m obviously NOT true-blue hetero-sexual. Maybe I’m just Greg-sexual. He’s the only man I’ve ever had feelings for and they were there the moment we met”.
That was pretty much the last coherent statement made as the discussion rapidly devolved into a heated argument. Finally, Nick let out one of his loud whistles again and said, “Look, I know this has been a shock for you but I’m not going to sit here and let you try to decide whether I’m still in shock from my ‘recent experience’ or whether I need to go back on my meds. I was going to come here anyway over Labor Day and tell you then. Now, I’m going back to Vegas and tell my guy that I’ve told my family about us and it’s time to go looking for a place all our own. If you don’t want to see me anymore, I will accept your decision. I won’t understand it because I’m still your son and your brother. Who I love hasn’t changed who I am and have always been”.
Nick left the table and headed for the office and Sanna’s laptop. He found that there was a flight (one-way) to Las Vegas leaving DFW in three hours. Since he’d come to Texas with nothing except his watch and billfold, he didn’t have to worry about packing. He bought a ticket and started to call a cab. Sanna stuck her head around the door, gave him a big smile and said, “That’s right little brother; stir up the pot and then cut out. Did you get a flight?”
“Yeah I did and it leaves in three hours. I don’t need to pack, I’m just going to call a taxi and head out right now.”
“No you’re not Nicky-poo, I’m taking you. Let me go get my keys and tell the folks.”
She was back in just a very few minutes. “Well, I guess everyone has retired to their rooms to have a complete breakdown. Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah, I’m ready to go.”
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It was sort of funny. After all the screaming and tears, the rest of the day was downright blah. Sanna got him to the airport in plenty of time. His lack of any kind of luggage got him a few odd looks but he showed security his CSI ID and told them it was an unexpected, hurried trip. They of course assumed he’d come to Dallas for a case and didn’t bother him. Sanna hugged him tight and told him she loved him and she was on his side. Then she grinned and added, “Of course I want all the juicy details…like who bottoms and do you swallow?”
Nick let out an indignant and out-raged ‘SANNA’ but finally agreed to give her certain edited facts if she swore too never again as long as she lived call him Nicky-poo. He got on the plane knowing that at least one member of his family still loved him. When he got off the plane in Las Vegas, he found a pay phone and called to tell Sanna he’d arrived safely. She told him to hang on, someone wanted to talk to him. He felt a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach and sure enough his Dad came on the line. After some hemming and hawing, his Dad told him that of course he was not disowned BUT it was a shock and he and his Mom needed some time to get used to the idea. In the meantime, everyone wanted to hear from him and they needed to be reassured that he was happy and still healing.
Nick let out a huge sigh when he hung up and thought to himself…”one catastrophe contained and a couple of hundred to go!
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Nick/Greg
WARNINGS: Adult scenes and language
SUMMARY: Family situations change
SPOILERS: None
Previous parts of this story can be found here
There was complete silence in the Stokes breakfast room. Nick, the youngest of seven had managed to shut down everything and everyone. He had waited until everyone was seated and then asked for their attention. He started by saying, “Mom, Dad, William, Savannah, Leslie, Joanie you know I love you guys with all my heart and I’m grateful for the way you’ve all just given up your lives to help me get mine back. I need to tell you all something about me; something important. I know Mom you especially have thought I was going to be single forever but I do have someone special in my life. I’m in love and I’m ready to commit to one person for the rest of my life.”
There was an explosion of noise; everyone started talking at the same time. How long? Had they set a date? Why wasn’t Nick’s love there in Texas with him? Had he picked out a ring?
His mother, Jillian and his sisters went into instantaneous wedding planner mode. His dad, William and his brother (also William) were both talking at the same time only they were a little more direct. Was Nick sure? How well did he know this girl and again, why wasn’t she here taking care of him if they were so serious? Was this more on Nick’s side than hers?
Finally, Nick put his fingers in his mouth and let out a whistle that could have put a warning siren to shame. He shook his head at his rowdy family and said, “Good God Almighty, will you all stop and breathe for a second? We’ve known each other for five years now but it’s only gotten serious in the last eight or nine months. No we haven’t set a date. No I haven’t picked out a ring. Yes I’m very sure and I’m also sure the feelings between us are mutual. My love’s name is Greg Sanders. He work’s with me at the crime lab.”
The cone of silence descended. Nick was sure he could hear the grass growing outside the French doors. Everyone was sitting there with their mouths hanging open. Nick had an irreverent thought that it was like having breakfast with a family of goldfish.
Then the cone lifted.
Judge Stokes: “Greg Sanders? But son, that’s a mans name. Mother didn’t we meet a Greg Sanders at the hospital?”
Mrs. Stokes: “Oh Nick you can’t be serious?”
William: “Nick, have you taken your meds today?”
Joanie: “Way to go little brother. Leave it to you to shake things up.”
Leslie: “No wonder you never lasted with any one of my friends more than a few days.”
Savannah: “You know Nicky-poo, I’ve sort of wondered about you since your first year at college.”
“Yes, daddy…Greg Sanders is a mans name. Greg is a man. I’m in love with a man I work with and yes you did meet Greg in the hospital”.
“Mom, I’m very, very serious. Don’t you think I’ve spent hours and hours trying to rationalize this whole thing and the only think I can come up with is he makes me happy and safe and warm and loved. Isn’t that the way you felt about Daddy when you realized you loved him?”
“Will, I haven’t taken my meds for several days now and before you open your mouth and stick your foot in it, I have no intention of taking those meds again”.
“Joanie, I wasn’t trying to upset anyone. I was trying to talk to my family about the most important thing that’s ever happened to me”.
“Leslie, your friends were dipsticks and one step short of being whores”.
“Sanna, I have no idea why you wondered. I wasn’t interested in guys in college”.
Savannah or Sanna as Nick called her tilted her head to one side in an almost exact copy of her little brother. She was obviously puzzled and it showed. “So Nick, are you gay, bi, homo…what the hell are you?”
“Young Lady you are not too old to take over my knee. There will be none of that trashy talk in this house”; Mama Stokes was appalled at the antics of her two youngest.
“Sanna, I don’t really know what I am. I don’t like labels; I think they’re unnecessary. I don’t think I’m homo-sexual but since I’m in love with a man, deeply in love I might add, I’m obviously NOT true-blue hetero-sexual. Maybe I’m just Greg-sexual. He’s the only man I’ve ever had feelings for and they were there the moment we met”.
That was pretty much the last coherent statement made as the discussion rapidly devolved into a heated argument. Finally, Nick let out one of his loud whistles again and said, “Look, I know this has been a shock for you but I’m not going to sit here and let you try to decide whether I’m still in shock from my ‘recent experience’ or whether I need to go back on my meds. I was going to come here anyway over Labor Day and tell you then. Now, I’m going back to Vegas and tell my guy that I’ve told my family about us and it’s time to go looking for a place all our own. If you don’t want to see me anymore, I will accept your decision. I won’t understand it because I’m still your son and your brother. Who I love hasn’t changed who I am and have always been”.
Nick left the table and headed for the office and Sanna’s laptop. He found that there was a flight (one-way) to Las Vegas leaving DFW in three hours. Since he’d come to Texas with nothing except his watch and billfold, he didn’t have to worry about packing. He bought a ticket and started to call a cab. Sanna stuck her head around the door, gave him a big smile and said, “That’s right little brother; stir up the pot and then cut out. Did you get a flight?”
“Yeah I did and it leaves in three hours. I don’t need to pack, I’m just going to call a taxi and head out right now.”
“No you’re not Nicky-poo, I’m taking you. Let me go get my keys and tell the folks.”
She was back in just a very few minutes. “Well, I guess everyone has retired to their rooms to have a complete breakdown. Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah, I’m ready to go.”
======================================================
It was sort of funny. After all the screaming and tears, the rest of the day was downright blah. Sanna got him to the airport in plenty of time. His lack of any kind of luggage got him a few odd looks but he showed security his CSI ID and told them it was an unexpected, hurried trip. They of course assumed he’d come to Dallas for a case and didn’t bother him. Sanna hugged him tight and told him she loved him and she was on his side. Then she grinned and added, “Of course I want all the juicy details…like who bottoms and do you swallow?”
Nick let out an indignant and out-raged ‘SANNA’ but finally agreed to give her certain edited facts if she swore too never again as long as she lived call him Nicky-poo. He got on the plane knowing that at least one member of his family still loved him. When he got off the plane in Las Vegas, he found a pay phone and called to tell Sanna he’d arrived safely. She told him to hang on, someone wanted to talk to him. He felt a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach and sure enough his Dad came on the line. After some hemming and hawing, his Dad told him that of course he was not disowned BUT it was a shock and he and his Mom needed some time to get used to the idea. In the meantime, everyone wanted to hear from him and they needed to be reassured that he was happy and still healing.
Nick let out a huge sigh when he hung up and thought to himself…”one catastrophe contained and a couple of hundred to go!
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Date: 2009-03-15 05:29 am (UTC)PS- Aren't these true-blue Texans gonna go to hell for naming their daughter after a city in Georgia? Lol!
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Date: 2009-03-15 08:31 pm (UTC)But even more poor Greg.
I love their love here<333