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Nick/Greg
spoilers: Erm, to be safe seasons 1-5, futurefic.
summary: He watched him dance with his beautiful new bride. He was glowing, and he, in all the time they were together, had never looked like that.
notes: Umm, and one point the point of view changes from he to I. I know, I know, but deal with it. XP
angst. angst. angst. Did I say angst?
eventual x-post to hey megalomaniac (my journal),![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
csi_slash
He sat there, and watched him dance. Dance with his beautiful new bride. He was smiling, and looked so happy. He was glowing, and he, in all the time they were together, had never looked like that. That hit him hard, and he took another sip. He was going to be so plastered. It didn't help that he was getting pity looks. It had come out by accident a few days after they had broken up and that wasn't what he needed at the time. Everything had come crashing down seemingly all at once. He had hit the bottom, and he was just starting to get better when he dropped this on him. His shoulders shook, and he realized he was laughing. The irony in this had just hit him, and his reaction was to laugh.
You know, normally, the roles were reversed. This was the first time in a long time that he was the one who had his heart broken. That sounded so pathetic, especially because he knew in the beginning, infact he was one who said, that nothing would come of this. Friends with benefits type deal. But in the end it was much more then that. At least he thought, he hoped it was like that. Taking another sip, he knew how wrong he had been. It hadn't really meant that much to him he guessed. Then why string me a long for more then a year?
Tears threatened to overflow, so he got up and went into the hallway. He saw Catherine standing there, against a wall.
"I hate weddings," she murmured. He smiled, took a deep breath and went back inside. He had to give his congratulations, and call it a night. Running a hand through his hair, he saw the two of them talking to her parents. With a determined stride, and a fake grin plastered on he said
"Hey."
"Hey. I'd like to introduce you to Sadies parents, George and DeLulah." He must of made small talk, because they were all still talking and smiling at him before they were pulled away. Sadie was soon called away too, so it left the two men alone, staring at each other. "Glad you could make it." He smiled and suddenly, his knees were weakening.
"Um, here's your present," I said as I handed him a blank white envelope. Heh, if I hadn't been part of it, I would of thought this was some sort of discreet drug deal. As he took the envelope, our hands brushed, it was almost as if I was letting go. Turning away, I heard him exhale and call out my name softly.
I kept walking.
I wanted to turn around, I really did. But I had come this far, and I was going to ruin His. Big. Night. Keeping my head up, I felt eyes watching me. Daring me to snap. Catherine wasn't in the hallway anymore. Running a hand through my hair, I decided I should leave. I was halfway out the door, when he called my name. I hated to admit it but that voice still did things to me.
"I'm sorry," he said and it looked like he meant it. I entertained that thought in my head for a moment before saying
"What for?"
He said my name again, long and wistful and god, I wanted him right then and there.
"Don't be sorry." I whispered. Smiling, an actual one this time, I added "I'll be waiting when the marriage falls apart." I stepped out the door and heard him say one more time "Greg...!"
I kept walking.
Nick/Greg
spoilers: Erm, to be safe seasons 1-5, futurefic.
summary: He watched him dance with his beautiful new bride. He was glowing, and he, in all the time they were together, had never looked like that.
notes: Umm, and one point the point of view changes from he to I. I know, I know, but deal with it. XP
angst. angst. angst. Did I say angst?
eventual x-post to hey megalomaniac (my journal),
csi_slash He sat there, and watched him dance. Dance with his beautiful new bride. He was smiling, and looked so happy. He was glowing, and he, in all the time they were together, had never looked like that. That hit him hard, and he took another sip. He was going to be so plastered. It didn't help that he was getting pity looks. It had come out by accident a few days after they had broken up and that wasn't what he needed at the time. Everything had come crashing down seemingly all at once. He had hit the bottom, and he was just starting to get better when he dropped this on him. His shoulders shook, and he realized he was laughing. The irony in this had just hit him, and his reaction was to laugh.
You know, normally, the roles were reversed. This was the first time in a long time that he was the one who had his heart broken. That sounded so pathetic, especially because he knew in the beginning, infact he was one who said, that nothing would come of this. Friends with benefits type deal. But in the end it was much more then that. At least he thought, he hoped it was like that. Taking another sip, he knew how wrong he had been. It hadn't really meant that much to him he guessed. Then why string me a long for more then a year?
Tears threatened to overflow, so he got up and went into the hallway. He saw Catherine standing there, against a wall.
"I hate weddings," she murmured. He smiled, took a deep breath and went back inside. He had to give his congratulations, and call it a night. Running a hand through his hair, he saw the two of them talking to her parents. With a determined stride, and a fake grin plastered on he said
"Hey."
"Hey. I'd like to introduce you to Sadies parents, George and DeLulah." He must of made small talk, because they were all still talking and smiling at him before they were pulled away. Sadie was soon called away too, so it left the two men alone, staring at each other. "Glad you could make it." He smiled and suddenly, his knees were weakening.
"Um, here's your present," I said as I handed him a blank white envelope. Heh, if I hadn't been part of it, I would of thought this was some sort of discreet drug deal. As he took the envelope, our hands brushed, it was almost as if I was letting go. Turning away, I heard him exhale and call out my name softly.
I kept walking.
I wanted to turn around, I really did. But I had come this far, and I was going to ruin His. Big. Night. Keeping my head up, I felt eyes watching me. Daring me to snap. Catherine wasn't in the hallway anymore. Running a hand through my hair, I decided I should leave. I was halfway out the door, when he called my name. I hated to admit it but that voice still did things to me.
"I'm sorry," he said and it looked like he meant it. I entertained that thought in my head for a moment before saying
"What for?"
He said my name again, long and wistful and god, I wanted him right then and there.
"Don't be sorry." I whispered. Smiling, an actual one this time, I added "I'll be waiting when the marriage falls apart." I stepped out the door and heard him say one more time "Greg...!"
I kept walking.
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