Is it worth it
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nickngregTitle: Is it worth it
Chapter: 10, Packing.
Pairing: Nick and Greg
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Greg needs to pack.
Warning/Spoiler: Set after Grave Danger.
Disclaimer: They belong to the CBS and not me.
A/N: In this section Greg has a long conversation in Norwegian. The translation you’ll find at the end of this chapter.
“I want some clothes.” He held up a hand to stop Nick from going into his bedroom.
“And I want to do it myself. You can find some games and DVD’s, but my personal stuff I’ll pack myself.” He said as softly as possible not wanting to sound coldhearted. Nick gave him a shy look and moved over to the shelves with DVD’s.
“Understood.” Nick said in a happy confident voice which struck him as odd.
“Nick, what do say to take a walk with an old man?” His father approached Nick and maybe it was that well known Sanders-smile that made Nick agree because the two men left the apartment a minute later taking Louise with them.
“Hei Greg, kom å si hei til din mormor.” his mother beckoned him over to the phone.
”Hei mormor.” He knew he was in for a challenge because his grandmother spoke faster than anybody in the family.
“Hei min lille Greg, så jeg hører jeg har fått et nytt olderbarn?” The old strong voice was as clear as ever.
”Ja det er sant. Hun heter Louise Olivia Mortensen Sanders og hun er bare 10 måneder gammel.” He didn’t fail to hear the pride in his own voice.
“Skal du feire bursdagen hennes?” His grandmother was probably already planning on how to pamper the newest member of the family.
“Selvfølgelig.” Sometimes he wished he didn’t have such a fast mouth, but in for a penny in for a pound.
“Jeg kommer, skal jeg bake min spesielle kake?” The thought of his grandmothers’ birthday cake made his teeth water and he happily accepted the offer.
Twenty minutes later his ear was burning and his grandmother satisfied with the information she’d dragged out of him. He handed the phone back to his mother to leave them to chat away. In his bedroom he dragged out the suitcases from under the bed and snapped off the price tags. Only then did it occur to him that he hadn’t told Nick that he was going to Norway for Christmas with the whole family.
“All in good time Sanders. All in good time.” He mumbled as he looked at the suitcases and his closet and his bed. He was actually looking at his own bed and it would be so good to sleep in it again. Just to test it he laid down and as he stuffed the pillow, his pillow, under his neck the way he liked it best sleep captured him.
“Ga da ihhh.” Louise made contempt baby sounds right next to his ear and he reached an arm out to cradle her. But instead of landing on the mattress his hand landed on an arm. It made his brain allow his eyes to open to figure out what was going on. Next to him laid Nick protecting the little girl between them. He lifted his head to check the alarm clock and he saw that he had been out for five hours, a much needed five hours he decided.
Nick’s eyes slowly opened and they acknowledged the presence of each other by a simple hello. Louise was increasing her erratic moves and he turned his attention to her. It didn’t take long for either of them to register that she could do with a clean diaper.
“I’ll take her, then you can pack.” Nick offered and got up taking Louise with him.
“Thanks man, listen I’m sorry for…” He wasn’t all that sorry about having had a good sleep, but he felt guilty about not having been there for Nick.
“You needed to sleep; besides the doc was right about me becoming drowsy with the new stuff.” Nick yawned for emphasis and left the bedroom. As on cue his mother entered.
“Sleep well baby?” It had an ominous air to it that question, his mother hardly ever spoke English to him when they were alone and she hadn’t called him baby in eons.
“Yeah.” He sat up and took a closer look at her and found her looking all normal.
She returned his scrutinizing stare and he saw a hint of worry cross her face.
“Ok what’s up?” She fiddled with a fingernail and it was so unlike for them. He and his mother normally sounded like two waterfalls joining when they talked. She came over and sat down on the bed.
“Do you think that you… that you’ll be more than just a mental support beam to him?”
“A beacon in the dark, the light at the end of the tunnel or how about this one a crutch.” He filled in for her; she wasn’t the first to ask him just that.
“So you’ve thought about it?” She asked rhetorically and he nodded for good measure.
“I hate holding him off, but I want Nick, the real Nick, and not the hurting Nick on meds.” He patted down creases on the sheets. The sigh of relief from his mother marked the end of serious talk as always. Instead she helped him pack and the jokes flew fast between them in Norwegian often leaving him lost for words.
With two suitcases holding the majority of his wardrobe and one with shoes, yes he needed all those different pairs, no it wasn’t at all girly, he left his bedroom.
“Do you think they can be in your car?” His father never missed an opportunity to comment on his excess wardrobe.
“I’ll just take two trips if need be.” He panted and automatically scanned the room for Nick.
“Been to the bathroom to change her, came back, she burped, gone to the bathroom to clean up and change her again.” His father stated before he returned to his new found hobby, Su doku, those Japanese number puzzles. He went to the bathroom door.
“Do you need anything Nick?”
“Eh some clothes would be nice. She eh… peed on me.” Nick sounded a bit like he was dealing with a decomp and he couldn’t restrain his laughter.
“It ain’t funny; just get me something, some sweats.” For a moment he thought about stripping out of Nick’s clothes that he was wearing just to see the Texan in them, but for his own mental health he decided against it and went in search of something big enough for Nick. A minute later he was knocking on the bathroom door and a very distressed Nick opened and yanked the clothes out of his arms and shut the door again.
“Greg are you insane, there’s no fu… no way I’m wearing that.” Nick whined and he doubled over laughing.
“Why not, it ain’t too small… is it?” He couldn’t hide the mirth in his voice.
“You are joking!” Nick yanked the door open and revealed himself in a Hawaii-shirt and Bermuda-shorts. He was laughing so hard that tears came running down his cheeks.
“Greg this ain’t funny, I can’t wear this!” Nick’s voice was high-pitched and it provoked a shriek from Louise.
Still trembling with laughter he gave up the dark sweats he had hidden behind his back.
“Argh man you… you’re such a jerk.” Nick swatted out after him and he ducked escaping back into the living room.
“He didn’t appreciate my holiday outfit I take it?” His father remarked dryly before letting his face come apart in the classic Sanders grin.
“Guess not.” He snickered before falling onto the couch trembling from laughter.
“So Greggo, who does this outfit belong to?” A far more relaxed Nick came out from the bathroom with Louise in his arms.
“Me, the other belongs to him.” He pointed to his father. Nick gave him a puzzled look.
“After the explosion I needed something loose fitting.” Nothing more needed to be said about that and Nick sat down on the floor to play with Louise and some blocks.
“You boys planning on going out eating or shall I make something for all us.” His mother called from his kitchen, he looked at Nick and Louise before he answered.
“Make something for us. I don’t think any of us is up for public display.” Nick nodded in agreement and refocused on the game of him stacking blocks and Louise knocking them over again.
Two hours later with filled stomachs they left his apartment and he silently said goodbye to his many good years in that place. Nick was back in his old gentleman routine and insisted on carrying the biggest suitcase and Louise to the car. It was moments like that, that left him certain about his future, but it was also the most hurtful moments, simply because he never knew for how long he had the old normal Nick.
“Greg where are you gonna put the pram?” The trunk only took two suitcases leaving one to sit in the front.
“On the roof, there are some straps in the toolbox.” He was struggling to get the suitcase in the front seat without waking Louise up. Nick let out a series of profanities as one of the straps slipped off and sent him fishing for it in the folded pram.
“Don’t wake her.” He whispered and backed out the door only to bump into Nick, who lost his balance and landed hard on the ground.
“Give us a hand huh?” Nick stretched a hand up and he pulled him of the ground.
“Sorry about that man.” He smiled and Nick smiled and it was so the moment for a kiss to happen. Louise however thought differently and started crying. Nick went to comfort her and he finished securing the pram enabling them to be on their way.
A/N: I had a busy weekend and that left me hardly any time to write. So once again you’ll only get a few pages from me. I plan to catch up later today on the writing.
Dagsrommer helped me with the translations again and I am forever grateful.
Hei Greg, kom å si hei til din mormor= Hey Greg, come and say hello to your grandmother. (mormor= mothers mother)
Hei mormor= Hey Grandma. We don’t have a short version, so it is always mormor.
Hei min lille Greg, så jeg hører jeg har fått et nytt olderbarn?= Hello my little Greg I hear that I have got a new great grandchild?
Ja det er sant. Hun heter Louise Olivia Mortensen Sanders og hun er bare 10 måneder gammel= Yes that’s ture. Her name is Louise Olivia Mortensen Sanders and she is 10 months old.
Skal du feire bursdagen hennes?= Are you going to celebrate her birthday?
Selvfølgelig= Of course
Jeg kommer, skal jeg bake min spesielle kake?= I’ll be there, do you want me to bake my speciel birthday-cake?
Chapter: 10, Packing.
Pairing: Nick and Greg
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Greg needs to pack.
Warning/Spoiler: Set after Grave Danger.
Disclaimer: They belong to the CBS and not me.
A/N: In this section Greg has a long conversation in Norwegian. The translation you’ll find at the end of this chapter.
“I want some clothes.” He held up a hand to stop Nick from going into his bedroom.
“And I want to do it myself. You can find some games and DVD’s, but my personal stuff I’ll pack myself.” He said as softly as possible not wanting to sound coldhearted. Nick gave him a shy look and moved over to the shelves with DVD’s.
“Understood.” Nick said in a happy confident voice which struck him as odd.
“Nick, what do say to take a walk with an old man?” His father approached Nick and maybe it was that well known Sanders-smile that made Nick agree because the two men left the apartment a minute later taking Louise with them.
“Hei Greg, kom å si hei til din mormor.” his mother beckoned him over to the phone.
”Hei mormor.” He knew he was in for a challenge because his grandmother spoke faster than anybody in the family.
“Hei min lille Greg, så jeg hører jeg har fått et nytt olderbarn?” The old strong voice was as clear as ever.
”Ja det er sant. Hun heter Louise Olivia Mortensen Sanders og hun er bare 10 måneder gammel.” He didn’t fail to hear the pride in his own voice.
“Skal du feire bursdagen hennes?” His grandmother was probably already planning on how to pamper the newest member of the family.
“Selvfølgelig.” Sometimes he wished he didn’t have such a fast mouth, but in for a penny in for a pound.
“Jeg kommer, skal jeg bake min spesielle kake?” The thought of his grandmothers’ birthday cake made his teeth water and he happily accepted the offer.
Twenty minutes later his ear was burning and his grandmother satisfied with the information she’d dragged out of him. He handed the phone back to his mother to leave them to chat away. In his bedroom he dragged out the suitcases from under the bed and snapped off the price tags. Only then did it occur to him that he hadn’t told Nick that he was going to Norway for Christmas with the whole family.
“All in good time Sanders. All in good time.” He mumbled as he looked at the suitcases and his closet and his bed. He was actually looking at his own bed and it would be so good to sleep in it again. Just to test it he laid down and as he stuffed the pillow, his pillow, under his neck the way he liked it best sleep captured him.
“Ga da ihhh.” Louise made contempt baby sounds right next to his ear and he reached an arm out to cradle her. But instead of landing on the mattress his hand landed on an arm. It made his brain allow his eyes to open to figure out what was going on. Next to him laid Nick protecting the little girl between them. He lifted his head to check the alarm clock and he saw that he had been out for five hours, a much needed five hours he decided.
Nick’s eyes slowly opened and they acknowledged the presence of each other by a simple hello. Louise was increasing her erratic moves and he turned his attention to her. It didn’t take long for either of them to register that she could do with a clean diaper.
“I’ll take her, then you can pack.” Nick offered and got up taking Louise with him.
“Thanks man, listen I’m sorry for…” He wasn’t all that sorry about having had a good sleep, but he felt guilty about not having been there for Nick.
“You needed to sleep; besides the doc was right about me becoming drowsy with the new stuff.” Nick yawned for emphasis and left the bedroom. As on cue his mother entered.
“Sleep well baby?” It had an ominous air to it that question, his mother hardly ever spoke English to him when they were alone and she hadn’t called him baby in eons.
“Yeah.” He sat up and took a closer look at her and found her looking all normal.
She returned his scrutinizing stare and he saw a hint of worry cross her face.
“Ok what’s up?” She fiddled with a fingernail and it was so unlike for them. He and his mother normally sounded like two waterfalls joining when they talked. She came over and sat down on the bed.
“Do you think that you… that you’ll be more than just a mental support beam to him?”
“A beacon in the dark, the light at the end of the tunnel or how about this one a crutch.” He filled in for her; she wasn’t the first to ask him just that.
“So you’ve thought about it?” She asked rhetorically and he nodded for good measure.
“I hate holding him off, but I want Nick, the real Nick, and not the hurting Nick on meds.” He patted down creases on the sheets. The sigh of relief from his mother marked the end of serious talk as always. Instead she helped him pack and the jokes flew fast between them in Norwegian often leaving him lost for words.
With two suitcases holding the majority of his wardrobe and one with shoes, yes he needed all those different pairs, no it wasn’t at all girly, he left his bedroom.
“Do you think they can be in your car?” His father never missed an opportunity to comment on his excess wardrobe.
“I’ll just take two trips if need be.” He panted and automatically scanned the room for Nick.
“Been to the bathroom to change her, came back, she burped, gone to the bathroom to clean up and change her again.” His father stated before he returned to his new found hobby, Su doku, those Japanese number puzzles. He went to the bathroom door.
“Do you need anything Nick?”
“Eh some clothes would be nice. She eh… peed on me.” Nick sounded a bit like he was dealing with a decomp and he couldn’t restrain his laughter.
“It ain’t funny; just get me something, some sweats.” For a moment he thought about stripping out of Nick’s clothes that he was wearing just to see the Texan in them, but for his own mental health he decided against it and went in search of something big enough for Nick. A minute later he was knocking on the bathroom door and a very distressed Nick opened and yanked the clothes out of his arms and shut the door again.
“Greg are you insane, there’s no fu… no way I’m wearing that.” Nick whined and he doubled over laughing.
“Why not, it ain’t too small… is it?” He couldn’t hide the mirth in his voice.
“You are joking!” Nick yanked the door open and revealed himself in a Hawaii-shirt and Bermuda-shorts. He was laughing so hard that tears came running down his cheeks.
“Greg this ain’t funny, I can’t wear this!” Nick’s voice was high-pitched and it provoked a shriek from Louise.
Still trembling with laughter he gave up the dark sweats he had hidden behind his back.
“Argh man you… you’re such a jerk.” Nick swatted out after him and he ducked escaping back into the living room.
“He didn’t appreciate my holiday outfit I take it?” His father remarked dryly before letting his face come apart in the classic Sanders grin.
“Guess not.” He snickered before falling onto the couch trembling from laughter.
“So Greggo, who does this outfit belong to?” A far more relaxed Nick came out from the bathroom with Louise in his arms.
“Me, the other belongs to him.” He pointed to his father. Nick gave him a puzzled look.
“After the explosion I needed something loose fitting.” Nothing more needed to be said about that and Nick sat down on the floor to play with Louise and some blocks.
“You boys planning on going out eating or shall I make something for all us.” His mother called from his kitchen, he looked at Nick and Louise before he answered.
“Make something for us. I don’t think any of us is up for public display.” Nick nodded in agreement and refocused on the game of him stacking blocks and Louise knocking them over again.
Two hours later with filled stomachs they left his apartment and he silently said goodbye to his many good years in that place. Nick was back in his old gentleman routine and insisted on carrying the biggest suitcase and Louise to the car. It was moments like that, that left him certain about his future, but it was also the most hurtful moments, simply because he never knew for how long he had the old normal Nick.
“Greg where are you gonna put the pram?” The trunk only took two suitcases leaving one to sit in the front.
“On the roof, there are some straps in the toolbox.” He was struggling to get the suitcase in the front seat without waking Louise up. Nick let out a series of profanities as one of the straps slipped off and sent him fishing for it in the folded pram.
“Don’t wake her.” He whispered and backed out the door only to bump into Nick, who lost his balance and landed hard on the ground.
“Give us a hand huh?” Nick stretched a hand up and he pulled him of the ground.
“Sorry about that man.” He smiled and Nick smiled and it was so the moment for a kiss to happen. Louise however thought differently and started crying. Nick went to comfort her and he finished securing the pram enabling them to be on their way.
A/N: I had a busy weekend and that left me hardly any time to write. So once again you’ll only get a few pages from me. I plan to catch up later today on the writing.
Dagsrommer helped me with the translations again and I am forever grateful.
Hei Greg, kom å si hei til din mormor= Hey Greg, come and say hello to your grandmother. (mormor= mothers mother)
Hei mormor= Hey Grandma. We don’t have a short version, so it is always mormor.
Hei min lille Greg, så jeg hører jeg har fått et nytt olderbarn?= Hello my little Greg I hear that I have got a new great grandchild?
Ja det er sant. Hun heter Louise Olivia Mortensen Sanders og hun er bare 10 måneder gammel= Yes that’s ture. Her name is Louise Olivia Mortensen Sanders and she is 10 months old.
Skal du feire bursdagen hennes?= Are you going to celebrate her birthday?
Selvfølgelig= Of course
Jeg kommer, skal jeg bake min spesielle kake?= I’ll be there, do you want me to bake my speciel birthday-cake?
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