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nickngregHere's the second in the Five Senses series. Totally different from I, because this is PG-13 angst. Smutless break-up angst. Oh, and Part I (The Perks of Overtime) was touch. This one should be obvious ;)
Title: Five Senses II: Unmistakable
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The feelings are unmistakable. (Nick/Greg)
A/N: Parts I and II are not directly connected. I.e., they can be read separate from each other.
Five Senses I: The Perks of Overtime
X-posted.
Five Senses II: Unmistakable
Three days. It had only been three days since they’d fought the fight to end all fights. When those last, stinging words had been shouted and a ringing silence filled the air, Greg had started gathering his stuff and he left. Walked out the door, back to his own apartment. Afterwards, Nick wandered aimlessly around his rooms, hurt and confused and experiencing a bunch of other feelings he couldn’t name.
Now, even though that was in the past, Nick still felt the same way. Greg was such a big part of his life; it felt like a huge gaping hole had been torn into him. Nick didn’t even understand what had caused it – a culmination of tiny annoyances and Greg yelling something about how he’d “rather be fucking someone else” and then Nick lost it, saying if Greg didn’t want to be here then he should just leave. Greg let those words sink in and then went along with it, packing up and getting out of Nick’s sight. All too soon, Nick realized it was the wrong thing to say.
Greg ignored Nick’s calls, avoided him at work. Nick desperately wanted Greg back but Greg would have none of it, and that hurt more than anything Nick had felt before.
Nick started cleaning. That always took his mind off anything that was bothering him. Sometimes he’d dust, wash windows, do all the laundry after an unusually stressful case. Looking around his apartment, he realized how dirty it seemed and started picking through the hamper. He found shirts stained from work, a pair of jeans with a hole in the knee, boxers that desperately needed washing, and then…
Greg had forgotten one thing.
Nick bent closer, pushing clothes aside so he could reach the bottom of the pile. He thought his eyes were deceiving him. It was a shirt: black, faded, with a band name stenciled across the chest. Plain but definitely Greg’s.
He grabbed the shirt, held it close as if hugging it could somehow make Greg magically appear in his arms. The shirt smelled like Greg – his unique cologne, a fresh fruity soap, and a less desirable, unrecognizable smell that he had picked up from work. The blend of scents could only be described, unmistakably, as Greg. He hadn’t smelled it in days.
Nick tried not to cry, wanted to hold it in as one shirt brought all the happy memories rushing back to him like a freight train. He gave into the feelings, letting his tears cascade into the fabric in a waterfall of sorrow. Nick sat on the bedroom floor for five minutes and mourned a lost love.
He dried his eyes with Greg’s shirt. Nick would find a way to get him back.
A/N: Maybe...just maybe...Five Senses III is a continuation of Five Senses II. *claps hand over mouth*
Title: Five Senses II: Unmistakable
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The feelings are unmistakable. (Nick/Greg)
A/N: Parts I and II are not directly connected. I.e., they can be read separate from each other.
Five Senses I: The Perks of Overtime
X-posted.
Five Senses II: Unmistakable
Three days. It had only been three days since they’d fought the fight to end all fights. When those last, stinging words had been shouted and a ringing silence filled the air, Greg had started gathering his stuff and he left. Walked out the door, back to his own apartment. Afterwards, Nick wandered aimlessly around his rooms, hurt and confused and experiencing a bunch of other feelings he couldn’t name.
Now, even though that was in the past, Nick still felt the same way. Greg was such a big part of his life; it felt like a huge gaping hole had been torn into him. Nick didn’t even understand what had caused it – a culmination of tiny annoyances and Greg yelling something about how he’d “rather be fucking someone else” and then Nick lost it, saying if Greg didn’t want to be here then he should just leave. Greg let those words sink in and then went along with it, packing up and getting out of Nick’s sight. All too soon, Nick realized it was the wrong thing to say.
Greg ignored Nick’s calls, avoided him at work. Nick desperately wanted Greg back but Greg would have none of it, and that hurt more than anything Nick had felt before.
Nick started cleaning. That always took his mind off anything that was bothering him. Sometimes he’d dust, wash windows, do all the laundry after an unusually stressful case. Looking around his apartment, he realized how dirty it seemed and started picking through the hamper. He found shirts stained from work, a pair of jeans with a hole in the knee, boxers that desperately needed washing, and then…
Greg had forgotten one thing.
Nick bent closer, pushing clothes aside so he could reach the bottom of the pile. He thought his eyes were deceiving him. It was a shirt: black, faded, with a band name stenciled across the chest. Plain but definitely Greg’s.
He grabbed the shirt, held it close as if hugging it could somehow make Greg magically appear in his arms. The shirt smelled like Greg – his unique cologne, a fresh fruity soap, and a less desirable, unrecognizable smell that he had picked up from work. The blend of scents could only be described, unmistakably, as Greg. He hadn’t smelled it in days.
Nick tried not to cry, wanted to hold it in as one shirt brought all the happy memories rushing back to him like a freight train. He gave into the feelings, letting his tears cascade into the fabric in a waterfall of sorrow. Nick sat on the bedroom floor for five minutes and mourned a lost love.
He dried his eyes with Greg’s shirt. Nick would find a way to get him back.
A/N: Maybe...just maybe...Five Senses III is a continuation of Five Senses II. *claps hand over mouth*
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