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Nov. 9th, 2005 07:17 pmThis is my first ever CSI fic, so I would be grateful if you commented. Flames are also welcome, I like them:)
Title: Memories
Author:
el_gilliath
Category: Angst
Spoilers: None really, but can be seen as Post-Play With Fire
Rating: Pg-13'ish
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Summary: Nick remembers
AN: Written in 20 minutes
Warning! Character Death
Disclaimer: Under no circumstances does these characters belong to me. The belong to CBS and the writers. I just borrow them!
You look at him, lying in the brown coffin.
You imagine the big, beautiful brown-eyes you know are underneath his closed eyelids. The eyes you fell in love with so long ago, the eyes that smiled at you every time you kissed him, every time you dared to show the world that he was yours.
You look at his lips. His gorgeous full lips that you loved to kiss, loved to suck on his lower lip. And all you want is to kiss him and feel the lips respond against your own, his fantastic tongue rubbing against yours. But you know that will never happen again.
You look at his hands, remembering the feeling of his hands against your skin, in your hair, holding your hand, stroking your cock. The long nimble fingers who used to tickle you whenever you where play-fighting, the fingers who would caress your skin lightly, in hope of getting you aroused, the fingers he would suck in his mouth just because he knew you liked it.
And you imagine the rest of his body, his lean frame, who you loved to have pressed against you as you slept, his long, perfect legs, who would curl around yours as you slept, or curl against your waist as you pounded into him.
You remember his voice, which would whisper sweet words into your ears whenever you had a bad dream, which would murmur soothing words when you had a rough case, which would give a laugh so wonderful that you had to smile, which would say words full of hidden meanings whenever you visited the lab. The voice, which would tell you ‘I love you’ whenever you dared to show that he was yours, which would scream ‘I love you’ when you brought him swirling into a strong orgasm.
But most of all, you remember the way he would just sit next to you in complete silence, because he knew that was exactly what you needed. He always knew what you needed, like he knew you better than you do yourself.
“Nick, it’s time”
You look at Catherine, her eyes so full of shining tears, threatening to spill. You nod at her, before you turn back to look at him. You look at his ring finger, and smile as you see the beautiful golden wedding ring there, the ring that will forever show that he’s yours, and noone can ever take that away from you. You brush your finger against his cheek, before you go and sit down next to his mother, who takes your hand with a teary smile. You look down on your clasped hands, smiles at your own wedding ring. You remember the joy you felt that day, how beautiful he looked, and how happy you both where. You smile, despite the tears that are now spilling down your cheek, and you know that even though he’s gone, you’re going to be okay. The memories you have, will be enough until you can see him again.
“We are gathered here today, to celebrate the memory of Gregory Hojem Sanders, beloved co-worker, loving son and loving husband…”
Title: Memories
Author:
Category: Angst
Spoilers: None really, but can be seen as Post-Play With Fire
Rating: Pg-13'ish
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Summary: Nick remembers
AN: Written in 20 minutes
Warning! Character Death
Disclaimer: Under no circumstances does these characters belong to me. The belong to CBS and the writers. I just borrow them!
You look at him, lying in the brown coffin.
You imagine the big, beautiful brown-eyes you know are underneath his closed eyelids. The eyes you fell in love with so long ago, the eyes that smiled at you every time you kissed him, every time you dared to show the world that he was yours.
You look at his lips. His gorgeous full lips that you loved to kiss, loved to suck on his lower lip. And all you want is to kiss him and feel the lips respond against your own, his fantastic tongue rubbing against yours. But you know that will never happen again.
You look at his hands, remembering the feeling of his hands against your skin, in your hair, holding your hand, stroking your cock. The long nimble fingers who used to tickle you whenever you where play-fighting, the fingers who would caress your skin lightly, in hope of getting you aroused, the fingers he would suck in his mouth just because he knew you liked it.
And you imagine the rest of his body, his lean frame, who you loved to have pressed against you as you slept, his long, perfect legs, who would curl around yours as you slept, or curl against your waist as you pounded into him.
You remember his voice, which would whisper sweet words into your ears whenever you had a bad dream, which would murmur soothing words when you had a rough case, which would give a laugh so wonderful that you had to smile, which would say words full of hidden meanings whenever you visited the lab. The voice, which would tell you ‘I love you’ whenever you dared to show that he was yours, which would scream ‘I love you’ when you brought him swirling into a strong orgasm.
But most of all, you remember the way he would just sit next to you in complete silence, because he knew that was exactly what you needed. He always knew what you needed, like he knew you better than you do yourself.
“Nick, it’s time”
You look at Catherine, her eyes so full of shining tears, threatening to spill. You nod at her, before you turn back to look at him. You look at his ring finger, and smile as you see the beautiful golden wedding ring there, the ring that will forever show that he’s yours, and noone can ever take that away from you. You brush your finger against his cheek, before you go and sit down next to his mother, who takes your hand with a teary smile. You look down on your clasped hands, smiles at your own wedding ring. You remember the joy you felt that day, how beautiful he looked, and how happy you both where. You smile, despite the tears that are now spilling down your cheek, and you know that even though he’s gone, you’re going to be okay. The memories you have, will be enough until you can see him again.
“We are gathered here today, to celebrate the memory of Gregory Hojem Sanders, beloved co-worker, loving son and loving husband…”
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Date: 2005-11-09 06:31 pm (UTC)Of all the people that you could have offed, you killed my Greggo.
My heart can't bear that. It's too sad. I have stated earlier that I will happily off anybody but him for a good story....
But it is well written and the memories are so loving and beautiful.
"You smile, despite the tears..." Wonderful absolutely wonderful.
This is good, but next time can we keep Greggo alive, pretty please.
/A
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Date: 2005-11-09 06:45 pm (UTC)Thank you, and the next time, he'll be alive, promise
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Date: 2005-11-09 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 07:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 07:45 pm (UTC)Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance
So Greg died, and Nick's at his funeral. If you're going by Eurpoean standards (I don't know what it is in the US), you wait three days until the burial. At this point, you're very likely to still be in shock. Nick would probably be starting the whole denial thing about then.
He's not gone, he's not gone, he's not gone.
I suppose he could move through those stages quickly, but then I would question whether or not he truly loved him, because people tend to get stuck on those for a very long times. Years, sometimes. Depression, at the very least.
I don't think it's possible for Nick to be okay at his funeral. I don't think any amount of memories for a person is enough. I've lost people, and there's never enough memories.
I also think that sex would be the furthest thing from Nick's mind when he's watching dirt being shoveled on top of his husbands coffin. But hey, maybe that's just me.
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Date: 2005-11-09 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 08:30 pm (UTC)The memories you have, will be enough until you can see him again.
Read that out loud. The pause doesn't make sense in accordance to American grammar. It doesn't need to be there. It shouldn't be there, because it breaks the flow of the story.
And the norwegian authors are offended by my comments that they should follow the rules they're writing in, perhaps they should stick to their own lanaguage.
Besides, it's Nick's voice in the story. Not hers. She should be writing through him.
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Date: 2005-11-09 08:33 pm (UTC)I have read a lot of Stephen King and P. D. James and they have very different writingstyles, which I find good.
As long as the text is fairly easy to read, the style is just the signature of the writer.
When I first started writing, I accidently chose the US English spell-checker. I was raised to write Uk English and there is a significant difference. One of them is the use of commas.
As for the grieving process:
We are all different.
Yes there are some 'guidelines' for grief, but this is Mr. tough guy. I can see him wanting to give Greg a nice send of and then after the funeral and the wake he will go home and crawl into bed and go through hell alone.
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Date: 2005-11-09 08:35 pm (UTC)And if him going home alone is the case, why is it written that he knows he'll be fine? Even if he doesn't outwardly cry, he wouldn't think that.
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Date: 2005-11-09 08:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 08:42 pm (UTC)As to writing in Norwegian - I would love to! It is much easier. But take a look around - how many sites do you wee where we can actually post and discuss in Norwegian? There isn't many people (And at least not many Nick/Greg fanfiction writers... so far I have found only myself and El-Gilliath)
You are, in this case, lucky to be born in a country where the native language is the one that is used global.... we aren't. But are you not willing to give us a little bit of leeway? Is it really that bad? You know, I feel sorry for you if those mistakes bother you that much, because you must miss out on a great deal of good stories!
As to the tone – yes it is Nicks tone, but every author has a tone as well, and I am sure that if Ibsen and Shakespeare wrote the same piece, it would come out differently. Let the author keep her tone!
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Date: 2005-11-09 08:49 pm (UTC)OMG Greg! Oh noz!
And we had to establish this community, you know. If you so desperetly want a place to post Norwegian fics, make one up!
As for the tone - it's one thing if you have original work. But if you're writing through someone else's character, there needs to be effort involved to keep it in that characters tone.
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Date: 2005-11-09 08:56 pm (UTC)I said it would be nice to be giving some leeway when you write in a foreign language. I honestly don’t thing that is too much to ask. It is a fanfic for god’s sake, not an official report and not an exam!
Excuse me, I think it is harsh when you say only negatives. Isn’t there anything you like that you could have mentioned as well?
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Date: 2005-11-09 09:00 pm (UTC)You have no idea how long Greg's been dead - if there was an investigation, it was the result of a crime, it could've been weeks, even months.
People will move through those 5 stages at different speeds - one person may take years, another a matter of weeks. And it's not a matter of 1 to 2 to 3 - you can go backwards on the scale too, from bargainging for example it's possible to slip back into anger. Just because there's a handy chart of how things should work, doesn't mean that's the way they always will.
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Date: 2005-11-09 09:02 pm (UTC)And who are you, the review police?
If I write in another language (which I do, at times), I use their grammar. Not American. It's hard, because I know American grammar far better, and if I make a mistake, so be it. At least I tried.
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Date: 2005-11-09 09:06 pm (UTC)As for long long Greg has been dead: he had an open coffin. If he was decomposing at all, that wouldn't have happened. Actually, come to think of it, her spoilers were sort of for Playing With Fire, telling us that he died then. So unless she changes it, that's how I'm assuming he died.
And I said that I understood people go through the stages at different speeds, but three days to be completely over the death of you HUSBAND is very unlikely.
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Date: 2005-11-09 09:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 09:11 pm (UTC)I'm particularly impressed as someone says English isn't your first language! Anyone who wants to throw stones should, I think, stay quiet until they can write a fic in something other than their native tongue...
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Date: 2005-11-09 09:15 pm (UTC)Don't morgues keep bodies chilled so they don't decompose?
Unlikely maybe - but still not impossible. He could have skipped to the final stage, only to slip backwards again later.
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Date: 2005-11-09 09:15 pm (UTC)mywheezy; I'm well aware of the fact that I passed 4 out of 5 stages, and not to be rude, but did you ever think abou the fact that maybe the story was written that way intentionally?
I also think that sex would be the furthest thing from Nick's mind when he's watching dirt being shoveled on top of his husbands coffin. But hey, maybe that's just me.
You're right, it probably would be the furthest thing from his mind, but they weren't shoveling dirt on his coffin, they were inside the church, waiting for the service to begin. Probably should have mentioned that I wrote this based on Norwegian funerals, my bad.
As for the commas; I don't write US grammar. I write UK grammar, always have.
So that line that you pointed out, when you look at it in UK grammar, it's not that bad. It's written that way for a reason, with all the commas in there. My English teacher calls it dramatic breaks.
Besides, it's Nick's voice in the story. Not hers. She should be writing through him.
That was a little uncalled for. The memories was written as his memories, not mine, and therefore it is Nick's voice. I'm sorry if you don't like the way I write, but hey, that's your choice. I'm not going to force you to read my stories if you don't want to.
And hey, he did cry! Of course he cries at his husbands funeral, I'm not a total nutcase. But in this story Nick is happy with the tought that he'll see Greg again someday. If I write another one, I'll go through all the stages of grief, I promise.
You know, I don't think you were harsh. Sure, you said only negative things, but as I said, flames are needed to make a writer better. So thank you for a lovely flame, best one I've gotten in years!
And no more arguing.
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Date: 2005-11-09 09:16 pm (UTC)I forgot to address this earlier, but you said something along the lines of "It's fanfic, not an exam". Fanfic or not, it's still something you write. It should be taken seriously.
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Date: 2005-11-09 09:16 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-11-09 09:21 pm (UTC)When I said that part about decomp, I meant that if they had found him as result of a crime months after it happened.
And it's very, very rare that one skips to the final stage and then regresses. VERY rare. You don't really do that.
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Date: 2005-11-09 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-11-09 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 09:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 09:35 pm (UTC)But sometimes it feels okay to write and post, even though there probably is some mistakes in there, just because you were in that mood. And it would be okay to do that even though you are not American…. I just want that tiny bit of leeway that I think you also like when you write in a foreign language (As you said you do…. And where you also do mistakes, as you also said you do)
It is okay not to like a fic. It is okay to say it even. I am just a person that likes to point out the positives as well, because face it: we people like to hear positives. If you had said “I liked the story, but…..” and then all you said, I would probably not have thought twice about it. That was all that stopped me. (Maybe I read you wrong) Constructive critique is good - and that is how we learn and get better.
I am sorry if I launched at you. As you said, it is okay to disagree, and I guess we do :-)
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Date: 2005-11-09 09:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 09:48 pm (UTC)No, I didn't. I didn't have a reason to think that. There was not one little hint that made me stop and think, "is there something more to this?" Should I have? It felt very imcomplete. If there was something more, I would love to hear it.
You're right, it probably would be the furthest thing from his mind, but they weren't shoveling dirt on his coffin, they were inside the church, waiting for the service to begin. Probably should have mentioned that I wrote this based on Norwegian funerals, my bad.
Sorry, figure of speech. I don't think he would think about sex at all if his husband was laying it a coffin, no matter if it was in a church or in the cemetery.
I have to admit, I don't know a lot about UK grammar, so I'll believe you.
That was a little uncalled for. The memories was written as his memories, not mine, and therefore it is Nick's voice. I'm sorry if you don't like the way I write, but hey, that's your choice. I'm not going to force you to read my stories if you don't want to.
I don't see how that was uncalled for. I meant that given Nick's personality, I don't think those would be his memories.
And really, if you want to be technical, I didn't flame you. If I would have flamed you, I would have said your story sucked, pairing sucks, blah blah blah. I just disagreed on the whole basis for your story.
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Date: 2005-11-09 09:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 09:58 pm (UTC)I suppose I just don't like making mistakes. I edit myself very harshly when I write in a second language, and then I ask others to do so before I post. I don't like it if people give me leeway, because I feel that it means I'm not trying hard enough.
And usually, if I review, I do try and find something I like to start it off with. A lot of the time, that doesn't happen (because, like I've said, I have high standards), and I don't like lying and saying I liked something when I didn't. And I think that's not fair to the author, either.
And maybe I was a little bitchy. I can get like that. I'm sorry if I was.
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Date: 2005-11-09 10:01 pm (UTC)Hmm, maybe not. Though I was remembering good memories, and even though this is going to sound stupid, I think sex would be a good memory for Nick and Greg.
Nice to know. If I one day decide to know more about American grammar, could I give you a buzz? Never did worry to much about the American grammar. Guess I should have.
No, maybe not uncalled, but we all have different views on Nick's personality. This is mine. But you have a different view, and you are a much better CSI author than me, but this is my first. Practice makes perfect!
No need to be technical, I know it's not a flame. But I call it flames. Sorry, creature of habit
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Date: 2005-11-09 10:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 10:31 pm (UTC)I don't have an opinion of the grief thing. Touch wood, no one that close to me has ever died. I think you might conceivably think about sex, etc, the good times, I think maybe you could bring out the contrast with the still, cold (sniff!) dead Greg in front of him. Greg's such a vibrant character, I think that might be one choice of overwhelming emotion. That he would seem so empty, dead.
So this isn't the best fic I've ever read. Nor is it horrible. I think there's a lot of potential there. I'm in deep admiration of you for throwing it out there, and for dealing so AWESOMELY with some negative critique. Please don't let this be the last thing you write/post.
Okay now I'm just meandering. But! Don't give up on the Nick POV. Is all.
PS. If you want an extra native-English speaking beta, I'd be pleased to!
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Date: 2005-11-09 10:40 pm (UTC)Thank you, I don't think I handled it all to bad myself. Negative opinions is a part of being a writer, and Lord knows I'm not good enough for everyone to like my writing. Wild horses or super-sized tarantulas couldn't drag me away, so don't worry. I'll write again, even if it kills me.
PS. I might just take you up on that offer:)
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Date: 2005-11-09 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 10:47 pm (UTC)I liked him too, thought I didn't do so bad for a first try:) And I will, thanks!
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Date: 2005-11-10 02:39 am (UTC)I know my Nick's no where near perfect, but I see him as a really strong and controlled person foremost. Of course I need to fine tune it, and I quote myself and countless others; practice makes perfect:)
I won't, cause no matter how hard I try, my writing style is never going to be the same as all others. I'm simple to foreign for that.
Thank you again, and I will:)
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Date: 2005-11-11 11:03 pm (UTC)I could feel my eyes welling up lol. That's the sad twat I am =P
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Date: 2005-11-11 11:20 pm (UTC)