fic: untitled
Sep. 9th, 2005 06:04 pmTitle: Untitled
Rating: G
Summary: Greg's going through a crisis. He really, really is.
AN: Written for the lovely
starry_midnight (i <3 you), who had a Really Bad Horrible Terrible Day. So I wanted to cheer her up.
The first thing Nick heard while doing the dishes was a mutter, he was sure of that. What he wasn't sure of is what came next: the horrified gasp or the crash of half the items scattered around the bathroom counter hitting the floor. It didn't matter either way, because he threw the dish towel he was holding onto the oven and, like a dutiful husband, went to see what Greg had done this time.
"You okay?" He called out as he walked down the hall. Just as he turned to step inside the bathroom, Greg slammed the door shut.
"I can't stand to have you see me like this," Greg said from the other side of the door, and Nick heard the lock click.
"See you like what?"
"I'm not telling you!"
"Okay," he said after a minute. "I'm going to wash the rest of the dishes, then."
"Good. You do that."
He walked back down the hall, sidestepped into their daughter's room and stopped. After a minute he heard the bathroom door open slowly, and quickly shut again. And really, he didn't feel bad for what he was about to do because Greg should know he would find a way in.
The locks in the house were the flimsy kind that even a three year old could open, so all he had to do, really, was put a penny in the groove and turn it slowly so Greg couldn't hear it. And he did so, taking almost a full minute to turn the handle and ease the door open.
Greg froze when Nick came into view, and hastily stuffed whatever he was holding in his pocket. "What are you doing in here?"
"I was about to ask you the same question," Nick replied as he wrapped his arms around Greg's waist. "What was so bad it caused you to knock everything to the floor?"
Greg looked at him miserably for moment before sighing heavily. "That," he said, gesturing to the counter.
He had to stifle a laugh when he saw the single hair lying on a blue towel. "That's the source of all your worries?"
"It's gray, Nick," Greg cried. "Gray!"
"Are you sure? Maybe it's a lighter blond," he said, trying his best to console his husband.
"It's not," Greg said in a flat tone. "It's gray."
"Greg," Nick said hesitantly, "you are forty-five."
"Don't remind me."
"You're a grown-up now."
"No!"
"It's all part of growing ol-"
"Don't say it," Greg hissed, covering Nick's mouth with his hand. "If you finish that sentence, I will move into the guest room."
"Will not," he said, although it came out muffled because Greg's hand was still pressed against his lips.
"Try me," Greg said, removing his hand and turning back to the mirror to inspect his hair.
"I'm sorry," Nick said after a minute. "You can always dye your hair, you know. You never had a problem with that before."
"I didn't have to before," Greg muttered. "That's why I did it."
"You don't have to now, either."
"I don't think you understand," Greg said, not taking his eyes off the mirror as he raked a hand through his hair.
"Maybe I don't," Nick said. "But you didn't seem to think it was a big deal when I found my first gray hair."
"That's because you're sexy with gray hair," Greg explained patiently. "See the difference?"
"No."
Greg muttered something under his breath and stood up straight. "I don't see any more," he announced. "But just to be sure, I'm dying my hair brown tonight."
Nick shook his head and sighed. "Want me to help?"
"Will you give me a head massage?"
"More than one," Nick said, and winked. "Come on. Let's go pick up Abby from school."
Greg shut the bathroom door behind them and laced his hand through Nick's. "Will you still love me when all my hair is gray?"
"As much as ever," Nick promised.
"Good," Greg said. "I'd hate to sleep in the guest room forever."
Rating: G
Summary: Greg's going through a crisis. He really, really is.
AN: Written for the lovely
The first thing Nick heard while doing the dishes was a mutter, he was sure of that. What he wasn't sure of is what came next: the horrified gasp or the crash of half the items scattered around the bathroom counter hitting the floor. It didn't matter either way, because he threw the dish towel he was holding onto the oven and, like a dutiful husband, went to see what Greg had done this time.
"You okay?" He called out as he walked down the hall. Just as he turned to step inside the bathroom, Greg slammed the door shut.
"I can't stand to have you see me like this," Greg said from the other side of the door, and Nick heard the lock click.
"See you like what?"
"I'm not telling you!"
"Okay," he said after a minute. "I'm going to wash the rest of the dishes, then."
"Good. You do that."
He walked back down the hall, sidestepped into their daughter's room and stopped. After a minute he heard the bathroom door open slowly, and quickly shut again. And really, he didn't feel bad for what he was about to do because Greg should know he would find a way in.
The locks in the house were the flimsy kind that even a three year old could open, so all he had to do, really, was put a penny in the groove and turn it slowly so Greg couldn't hear it. And he did so, taking almost a full minute to turn the handle and ease the door open.
Greg froze when Nick came into view, and hastily stuffed whatever he was holding in his pocket. "What are you doing in here?"
"I was about to ask you the same question," Nick replied as he wrapped his arms around Greg's waist. "What was so bad it caused you to knock everything to the floor?"
Greg looked at him miserably for moment before sighing heavily. "That," he said, gesturing to the counter.
He had to stifle a laugh when he saw the single hair lying on a blue towel. "That's the source of all your worries?"
"It's gray, Nick," Greg cried. "Gray!"
"Are you sure? Maybe it's a lighter blond," he said, trying his best to console his husband.
"It's not," Greg said in a flat tone. "It's gray."
"Greg," Nick said hesitantly, "you are forty-five."
"Don't remind me."
"You're a grown-up now."
"No!"
"It's all part of growing ol-"
"Don't say it," Greg hissed, covering Nick's mouth with his hand. "If you finish that sentence, I will move into the guest room."
"Will not," he said, although it came out muffled because Greg's hand was still pressed against his lips.
"Try me," Greg said, removing his hand and turning back to the mirror to inspect his hair.
"I'm sorry," Nick said after a minute. "You can always dye your hair, you know. You never had a problem with that before."
"I didn't have to before," Greg muttered. "That's why I did it."
"You don't have to now, either."
"I don't think you understand," Greg said, not taking his eyes off the mirror as he raked a hand through his hair.
"Maybe I don't," Nick said. "But you didn't seem to think it was a big deal when I found my first gray hair."
"That's because you're sexy with gray hair," Greg explained patiently. "See the difference?"
"No."
Greg muttered something under his breath and stood up straight. "I don't see any more," he announced. "But just to be sure, I'm dying my hair brown tonight."
Nick shook his head and sighed. "Want me to help?"
"Will you give me a head massage?"
"More than one," Nick said, and winked. "Come on. Let's go pick up Abby from school."
Greg shut the bathroom door behind them and laced his hand through Nick's. "Will you still love me when all my hair is gray?"
"As much as ever," Nick promised.
"Good," Greg said. "I'd hate to sleep in the guest room forever."
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Date: 2005-09-10 02:46 am (UTC)"Will you give me a head massage?"
"More than one," Nick said, and winked. - Ooooh. Even with gray hair they're still dirty horny boys. LOL
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Date: 2005-09-10 05:04 pm (UTC)Loff!
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Date: 2005-09-10 02:50 am (UTC)This was my favorite part:
Denial and stubbornness! Greg is my hero. And you are too. This was great!
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Date: 2005-09-10 05:05 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2005-09-10 06:34 am (UTC)My husband already had grey hairs when I met him and he was only 22 at the time. God I love being blond, and with my family history I won't see grey in it till I'm past 60.
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Date: 2005-09-10 05:15 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2005-09-10 02:18 pm (UTC)Anyway, great fic!!!!!
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Date: 2005-09-10 03:05 pm (UTC)That's so cute.
I can just see him freaking out like that.
I kept waiting for Nick to mention going bald. lol.
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Date: 2005-09-11 02:36 pm (UTC)ctx :D
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