Weirdest Title Ever!
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nickngregSeriously, this is weirdest title I've ever come up with. This is
pretty short, I'd call it a ficlet, and sprung from that place where
plot bunnies spring from. Enjoy!
Title: Fishing For Comfort
Author: Quettaser
Rating: PG-13 (Two cusses, and one line of suggestive dialogue)
Summary: Greg needs consoling.
“Nicky, I need you,” were the first words Nick heard as he answered his cell phone. Greg sounded like he was near tears. Fear stabbed in Nick’s heart. He moved out of earshot of the others at the scene, praying his cell phone would hold onto the signal.
“What’s wrong, baby? What happened?”
“I don’t know. I just came home and he was dead. Just there.”
“Dead? Greg, who’s dead?” urged Nick. He could see Greg’s face so clearly in his mind. He could hear the tears through the phone. Arms arched to hold him, to make it better. But a more desperate thought pushed past that. Was someone dead in their home?
“Lestat.” Nick let out a sigh of relief. Just Greg’s pleco, one of his fish. If there had been a real corpse in their house the lab would have swarmed the place, immediately outing Greg and himself and making them both prime suspects in the process.
“Jesus, Greg. You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“You had a heart attack? I had to come home and find him like this. He looked so small just floating there. And I think the others were traumatized.”
Nick paused for a moment. It was sweet that Greg was so affected, but then again, it was just a fish. “I’m sorry,” he finally said.
“Don’t make fun of me. I’m grieving,” sniffled Greg.
“I’m not making fun. I’m just relieved. That’s all,” insisted Nick.
“Relieved? Lestat is dead. Think of all the algae he won’t eat. The glass he won’t suck. The water he won’t filter. And what will Louis do without him?” Louis was Greg’s other pleco, and although it was in fact a female pleco, Greg thought it would be more appropriate to call her Louis de Pont du Lac.
Louis is practically a woman around Lestat anyways, Greg had reasoned.
“Louis will be just fine. She’s a very independent pleco. And she has little Claudia.”
“Claudia’s a bitch,” growled Greg.
Nick sighed. He had to get back to the case, but he wanted to make sure that Greg was okay before he got off the phone, because if he didn’t, he would come home to a very grumpy boyfriend. “What about Talbot? You have Armand and Memnoch too. And Akasha’s still there.”
There was a pause, and Nick could hear Greg thinking. “That’s true,” he finally sighed.
“Are you going to be okay?”
“I guess so.” The pout was audible.
“Look, when I get home, we’ll go out and get you a new fish. You could call her Merrick.”
“How did you know what I wanted to call her?” asked Greg, grief forgotten for a moment.
“I listen when you babble about books. Actually, I listen when you babble about anything. I love your voice,” said Nick, after carefully checking that no one was too near, or that they hadn’t come looking for him.
“Really? What else do you love about me?” urged Greg. Nick could tell he was smiling.
“There wouldn’t be enough time in the world to tell you everything I love about you.”
“Suck up. Don’t avoid the question.”
Nick sighed again, this time laughing slightly at himself and Greg. “I love that a dead fish can make you cry, I love the way I can hear your smile in your voice, I love the way you make my arms ache to hold you, I love the way you fish for compliments, I love it when you tell me you need me, and I love the way you can pull me away from a crime scene to help you grieve. But mostly I just love you.”
He could hear Greg sighing happily into the phone. “I love you too. Mmm, I needed that. You’re still a suck up though.”
“Well, there are some other things I could suck when I get home,” suggested Nick.
“Tease.”
“You love it.”
“Yeah, I really do.” There was another pause. “Wait, you’re at a scene? What the fuck are you doing talking to me? Get off the phone! You could get in serious trouble.”
Nick laughed outright. “It’s okay, Greg.”
“Shh! Don’t say my name! What if someone hears you?”
“Goodbye, love,” said Nick, trying to hold back his laughter.
“Goodbye, casual acquaintance with whom I have no romantic involvement!” Greg yelled into the phone, as if that were going to trick anyone. Nick hung up his cell phone and headed back towards the scene.
Catherine looked up from her work with a questioning gaze. “Who was that?”
“Oh, just one of my sisters,” replied Nick. “Her dog died and she needed some consoling.”
“Ah,” said Catherine. She waited until Nick’s back was turned before she smiled to herself, silently wondering why Nick’s “sister” was called Greg.
Fin!
A/N: In case you weren’t aware, Greg has named all his fish (in this story) after characters from Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles. Lestat and Louis are plecos (plecostomus, although that’s actually a small family of similar breeds of fish, Greg’s are Liposarcus multiradiatus, but the entire pleco family can be very difficult to tell apart, and there’s lots of interbreeding going on).
And, if you care, Claudia is a Gold Angelfish (Pterophyllum scalare), Talbot is a Serpae Tetra (Hyphessobrycon serape), Armand is a Blue Kribensis, or Krib (Pelvicachromis pulcher, which I find hilarious, because they’re very territorial and get easily pissed when trying to breed, hehe), Memnoch is a Red Oscar fish (Astronotus ocellatus), and Akasha is a Snowflake Eel (Gymnothorax tile).
These are all in one large (80+ gallon) community tank. Now, I’m not a fish expert, but according to my research, these fish should get along together relatively well (although fishes have distinct personalities, so every time it’s a gamble). And these aren’t the only fish in the tank. For example, Kribs usually live in medium sized groups, so Armand isn’t the only one, but he’s the boss and I didn’t feel like bogging you down with names.
...I swear I have a life...really...
Title: Fishing For Comfort
Author: Quettaser
Rating: PG-13 (Two cusses, and one line of suggestive dialogue)
Summary: Greg needs consoling.
“Nicky, I need you,” were the first words Nick heard as he answered his cell phone. Greg sounded like he was near tears. Fear stabbed in Nick’s heart. He moved out of earshot of the others at the scene, praying his cell phone would hold onto the signal.
“What’s wrong, baby? What happened?”
“I don’t know. I just came home and he was dead. Just there.”
“Dead? Greg, who’s dead?” urged Nick. He could see Greg’s face so clearly in his mind. He could hear the tears through the phone. Arms arched to hold him, to make it better. But a more desperate thought pushed past that. Was someone dead in their home?
“Lestat.” Nick let out a sigh of relief. Just Greg’s pleco, one of his fish. If there had been a real corpse in their house the lab would have swarmed the place, immediately outing Greg and himself and making them both prime suspects in the process.
“Jesus, Greg. You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“You had a heart attack? I had to come home and find him like this. He looked so small just floating there. And I think the others were traumatized.”
Nick paused for a moment. It was sweet that Greg was so affected, but then again, it was just a fish. “I’m sorry,” he finally said.
“Don’t make fun of me. I’m grieving,” sniffled Greg.
“I’m not making fun. I’m just relieved. That’s all,” insisted Nick.
“Relieved? Lestat is dead. Think of all the algae he won’t eat. The glass he won’t suck. The water he won’t filter. And what will Louis do without him?” Louis was Greg’s other pleco, and although it was in fact a female pleco, Greg thought it would be more appropriate to call her Louis de Pont du Lac.
Louis is practically a woman around Lestat anyways, Greg had reasoned.
“Louis will be just fine. She’s a very independent pleco. And she has little Claudia.”
“Claudia’s a bitch,” growled Greg.
Nick sighed. He had to get back to the case, but he wanted to make sure that Greg was okay before he got off the phone, because if he didn’t, he would come home to a very grumpy boyfriend. “What about Talbot? You have Armand and Memnoch too. And Akasha’s still there.”
There was a pause, and Nick could hear Greg thinking. “That’s true,” he finally sighed.
“Are you going to be okay?”
“I guess so.” The pout was audible.
“Look, when I get home, we’ll go out and get you a new fish. You could call her Merrick.”
“How did you know what I wanted to call her?” asked Greg, grief forgotten for a moment.
“I listen when you babble about books. Actually, I listen when you babble about anything. I love your voice,” said Nick, after carefully checking that no one was too near, or that they hadn’t come looking for him.
“Really? What else do you love about me?” urged Greg. Nick could tell he was smiling.
“There wouldn’t be enough time in the world to tell you everything I love about you.”
“Suck up. Don’t avoid the question.”
Nick sighed again, this time laughing slightly at himself and Greg. “I love that a dead fish can make you cry, I love the way I can hear your smile in your voice, I love the way you make my arms ache to hold you, I love the way you fish for compliments, I love it when you tell me you need me, and I love the way you can pull me away from a crime scene to help you grieve. But mostly I just love you.”
He could hear Greg sighing happily into the phone. “I love you too. Mmm, I needed that. You’re still a suck up though.”
“Well, there are some other things I could suck when I get home,” suggested Nick.
“Tease.”
“You love it.”
“Yeah, I really do.” There was another pause. “Wait, you’re at a scene? What the fuck are you doing talking to me? Get off the phone! You could get in serious trouble.”
Nick laughed outright. “It’s okay, Greg.”
“Shh! Don’t say my name! What if someone hears you?”
“Goodbye, love,” said Nick, trying to hold back his laughter.
“Goodbye, casual acquaintance with whom I have no romantic involvement!” Greg yelled into the phone, as if that were going to trick anyone. Nick hung up his cell phone and headed back towards the scene.
Catherine looked up from her work with a questioning gaze. “Who was that?”
“Oh, just one of my sisters,” replied Nick. “Her dog died and she needed some consoling.”
“Ah,” said Catherine. She waited until Nick’s back was turned before she smiled to herself, silently wondering why Nick’s “sister” was called Greg.
Fin!
A/N: In case you weren’t aware, Greg has named all his fish (in this story) after characters from Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles. Lestat and Louis are plecos (plecostomus, although that’s actually a small family of similar breeds of fish, Greg’s are Liposarcus multiradiatus, but the entire pleco family can be very difficult to tell apart, and there’s lots of interbreeding going on).
And, if you care, Claudia is a Gold Angelfish (Pterophyllum scalare), Talbot is a Serpae Tetra (Hyphessobrycon serape), Armand is a Blue Kribensis, or Krib (Pelvicachromis pulcher, which I find hilarious, because they’re very territorial and get easily pissed when trying to breed, hehe), Memnoch is a Red Oscar fish (Astronotus ocellatus), and Akasha is a Snowflake Eel (Gymnothorax tile).
These are all in one large (80+ gallon) community tank. Now, I’m not a fish expert, but according to my research, these fish should get along together relatively well (although fishes have distinct personalities, so every time it’s a gamble). And these aren’t the only fish in the tank. For example, Kribs usually live in medium sized groups, so Armand isn’t the only one, but he’s the boss and I didn’t feel like bogging you down with names.
...I swear I have a life...really...
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