My very first fic!
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nickngreg Wolverine Blues
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Credit -geekwriter143 (For Mrs. Palmbach, who shows up in chapter six)
Rating: NC17
Genre: romance, drama
Pairings: Nick/Greg
Warnings: Violence and/or graphic sexual content
Cross-story: X Men/CSI
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters (although owning Nick and Greg would be nice *s* p.s. - I‘m sorry, I can’t shave Nick‘s head - I know it’s season five, but…)
(One - The Mutants)
The first person to greet Nick, Greg and Grissom at the Charles Xavier School for Gifted Children was Professor Xavier himself. Calm, gracious and professional, he led them into the front hall of the school. “Welcome to my school. I hope that you’ll be able to find the 31 missing students from what was left behind. I’ve tried locating them myself, but so far have been unsuccessful.”
“What methods are you using to find these children?” Grissom asked. “Nick, take Greg into the kitchen and start processing the first scene there.”
Being alone with him makes me so nervous! Charles chuckled to himself when he caught the tail-end of the younger man’s thought as the two of them were led by an officer into the kitchen.
“May I ask what you’re laughing at?” Grissom inquired, cocking his head. “And I believe you were going to tell me how you were trying to find the missing children. Maybe you’d also like to tell me what went on earlier tonight.” The two of them passed by several uniforms, talking to a couple of teenagers in their pyjamas.
“Please, come into my office.” Xavier opened a door to reveal a large, oak-paneled room with an expansive desk and a blackboard. Books covered two of the walls, and a huge window dominated a third.
“Mr. Grissom, I’d like to let you know what sort of school I run here. My children are not gifted in the same way that you were gifted as a child. My school houses children, teenagers and adults that are genetically different than yourself. The common term is ‘mutant’.” Grissom raised an eyebrow.
“Mutant?”
“Yes. If you test any of our DNA, you’ll find massive and extensive aberrations on each strand. My school is a haven for these children that have been rejected by their families, or have just come to a school where they are ‘normal’. Mutants are not well-responded to in your society.” Grissom eyed Xavier cautiously, a question forming in his mind.
“Yes, there are families who will disown their children because they are different. Here, they are safe.” Xavier responded. Grissom looked uncharacteristically surprised. “I’m telepathic,” the Professor explained. “I read thoughts, I can make you hear mine as well.” The man that your CSI’s are looking for is in the gym, sparring. Again, Grissom looked startled. His phone rang.
(Two - The Kitchen)
Greg kneeled by the fridge to examine the first body.
“He looks like he’s got three stab wounds through his body armour… what sort of knife or object could get through that?” Nick turned from the counter, where he was dusting for fingerprints. A thought flashed through his mind of Greg… kneeling… He squashed the image before it was barely formed. What the hell are you doing, Nick? You have to be professional. The second thought was about how when someone talks to himself, it’s in second-person. Odd.
“Don’t know, Greggo. We’ll have to get the body to Doc Robbins and see what he says. According to the officers that responded to the call, most of the bodies have similar wounds. I’ve got a couple of good prints here. It’s too bad you’re not in the lab anymore, you were the best.” Oops, was that too much? Greg looked up at Nick again, a lazy smile playing around his lips.
“I know. I’m smart, I’m talented, I’m fast, and don’t forget… I’m good looking, too. I just miss being able to have a cup of my Hawaiian Blue whenever I want. This guy doesn’t look like he’s got any other trauma. Let’s get him bagged and….” He trailed off, looking at the closed fridge. “Would you get a load of this.” He pointed at three diagonal slash marks that cut right through the door. “What the hell are we dealing with?” Usually being so close to Nick flustered Greg, but there was something about this crime scene that was just… strange.
“I’m going to call Griss and tell him that we’re going to the hallway to check out the next scene.” Nick flipped his phone open and dialed. “Hey Griss? Yeah. We’re going to the… what? What?? How do you know? O…kay… Yeah, we‘ll be careful.” He hung up. Greg looked at him, expectantly. “We’re going to the gymnasium. Griss just told me that our suspect is in there.”
“Is he dangerous?”
“Griss just said to be careful.” A shot of fear ran through Greg, and he had the absurd urge to hold Nick’s hand. This was only his third time in the field, and all of a sudden he missed his little glass box, with its great coffee and his CD collection.
(Three - The Gym)
She was almost on top of Wolverine before he managed to duck out and rake his claws up her side. She was his favourite sparring partner, but she was cold. There was no passion when she fought him, and it was confusing. He let all his rage out on her, and it provoked no response. It seemed as interesting to her as watching a boring movie. Yet she was more than his equal, she was his superior. As she wheeled away from him, wounds healing almost spontaneously, her own claws unsheathed and she stabbed him in the side. Blood squirted down his shirt.
Logan was livid about what had happened earlier in the evening, and even more furious that he had been told to wait behind. When he met Karma in the gym, it was natural that they turned on each other.
“Shit. SHIT,” he yelled. “Get back here, you fucking BITCH.” Karma had leapt away and was crouched in a nook, high up on a wall. She smiled coolly down at him, her dark eyes cold and unresponsive.
Both of them started when the gym door swung open. Karma hopped blithely down from her perch to meet the newcomers. Both the men were amazed at her agility and her ability to land neatly from a nearly twenty-foot jump.
“I’m Nick Stokes and this is Greg Sanders. We’re here to question you about what happened tonight. And you are…?”
“Wolverine.”
“Karma.”
“Could I get your real names, please?” Greg asked. Logan scowled at him.
“It’s Logan.” He dared the skinny, freckled geek to ask more questions.
“Is that a first name or a last name?”
“It’s Logan.” Greg shot Nick a fast glance. Nick nodded at him. Greg turned to the girl.
“Olivia Huntington. I use Karma.” She half-smiled at him, and held out her hand. He shook it, tentatively.
I can’t stop thinking about Nick. It’s killing me, the smell of him when he leans over my shoulder, the touch of his chest against my back, I want him to take me home and… take me. Hard. I want his mouth on mine, I want to taste him. I want him to taste ME. To suck him and fuck him and have him make me all his. Oh God, I think I’m in love with him.
She smiled broadly. Greg’s face dropped comically and he flushed dark red. “Just remember, Greg. You can’t control Karma, but when Karma touches you, you can’t stop it.” Logan stalked away. “Don’t mind him. He’s… temperamental. Especially after what happened tonight. The professor wanted some of us to stay behind to talk to people like you.”
“Well,” Nick started, “would you mind telling us your account of what went on tonight?” Eyewitnesses were the worst evidence that a CSI could base his judgment on, but it was, at least, a start.
“Well, I was getting ready for bed when I heard Logan yell from the kitchen. I came out of my bedroom and there were men in black suits, helmets and guns running towards me. Several of them broke into the students’ rooms and fired at them. I don’t think they were standard rounds, as one of them shot me, too. It stuck to my skin, like a dart.” Nick frowned. “Did Professor Xavier not tell you what sort of school this is?” Nick shook his head. Greg simply watched. “Sir, you might want to get your camera out for this one.” She smiled brightly at him, and shot out her claws. “Adamantium,” she continued. “The strongest metal in existence. Only a sub-atomic particle beam can cut it, but other than that, it’s utterly indestructible. I heal very quickly, too.” Greg snapped two or three pictures of her, then brought out what looked to Karma like an extra-long Q-tip.
“May I swab… your… things?” She laughed.
“Sure.” Greg put on his latex gloves and got the swabs ready.
“Do they hurt?”
“Yes.“ He quickly wiped down each blade and sprayed the cotton tips with Luminol. They turned red.
“Positive.”
“Of course it is,” she said. “I had to defend myself somehow. The three that are in the dorm hallway are mine, there is one in the kitchen and five more between the foyer and the kitchen. Those are Logan’s. We had to get the other ones out safely. I don’t know where they took those kids. I don’t know. What are they going to do to them?” She looked at Nick, angry. “And here you are, judging me on what I am, making me look like a killer. I was defending them!” Nick put his hand on her arm and got the shock of his life.
He loves you, he really does. He wants to touch you and feel you inside him, love him, kiss him and take him all the way.
Nick looked at her, startled. She dropped her voice.
“I’m a sensitive kinetic, as well. I can touch objects and know things. I can’t wear gloves because of the adamantium, so I have to be careful with what or who I touch.” Her voice came back to a normal level. “We are a school of mutants, but there isn‘t anything to fear from us. If you need anything else from me, please let me know.”
“Uh, we’re going to need a DNA sample from you,” Greg piped up. He was oblivious to what had passed between Nick and Karma.
“Of course.” He swabbed the inside of her mouth and took her fingerprints. “Just… don’t judge me because I’m different. Logan is angry about it, but… the people here have been very good to me.”
“We don’t think you’re bad or that you’re a killer,” Nick said quietly. “We just want to know what happened, here.”
“I hope you find out the truth, Mr. Stokes.”
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_slytherin_girlCredit -
geekwriter143 (For Mrs. Palmbach, who shows up in chapter six)Rating: NC17
Genre: romance, drama
Pairings: Nick/Greg
Warnings: Violence and/or graphic sexual content
Cross-story: X Men/CSI
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters (although owning Nick and Greg would be nice *s* p.s. - I‘m sorry, I can’t shave Nick‘s head - I know it’s season five, but…)
(One - The Mutants)
The first person to greet Nick, Greg and Grissom at the Charles Xavier School for Gifted Children was Professor Xavier himself. Calm, gracious and professional, he led them into the front hall of the school. “Welcome to my school. I hope that you’ll be able to find the 31 missing students from what was left behind. I’ve tried locating them myself, but so far have been unsuccessful.”
“What methods are you using to find these children?” Grissom asked. “Nick, take Greg into the kitchen and start processing the first scene there.”
Being alone with him makes me so nervous! Charles chuckled to himself when he caught the tail-end of the younger man’s thought as the two of them were led by an officer into the kitchen.
“May I ask what you’re laughing at?” Grissom inquired, cocking his head. “And I believe you were going to tell me how you were trying to find the missing children. Maybe you’d also like to tell me what went on earlier tonight.” The two of them passed by several uniforms, talking to a couple of teenagers in their pyjamas.
“Please, come into my office.” Xavier opened a door to reveal a large, oak-paneled room with an expansive desk and a blackboard. Books covered two of the walls, and a huge window dominated a third.
“Mr. Grissom, I’d like to let you know what sort of school I run here. My children are not gifted in the same way that you were gifted as a child. My school houses children, teenagers and adults that are genetically different than yourself. The common term is ‘mutant’.” Grissom raised an eyebrow.
“Mutant?”
“Yes. If you test any of our DNA, you’ll find massive and extensive aberrations on each strand. My school is a haven for these children that have been rejected by their families, or have just come to a school where they are ‘normal’. Mutants are not well-responded to in your society.” Grissom eyed Xavier cautiously, a question forming in his mind.
“Yes, there are families who will disown their children because they are different. Here, they are safe.” Xavier responded. Grissom looked uncharacteristically surprised. “I’m telepathic,” the Professor explained. “I read thoughts, I can make you hear mine as well.” The man that your CSI’s are looking for is in the gym, sparring. Again, Grissom looked startled. His phone rang.
(Two - The Kitchen)
Greg kneeled by the fridge to examine the first body.
“He looks like he’s got three stab wounds through his body armour… what sort of knife or object could get through that?” Nick turned from the counter, where he was dusting for fingerprints. A thought flashed through his mind of Greg… kneeling… He squashed the image before it was barely formed. What the hell are you doing, Nick? You have to be professional. The second thought was about how when someone talks to himself, it’s in second-person. Odd.
“Don’t know, Greggo. We’ll have to get the body to Doc Robbins and see what he says. According to the officers that responded to the call, most of the bodies have similar wounds. I’ve got a couple of good prints here. It’s too bad you’re not in the lab anymore, you were the best.” Oops, was that too much? Greg looked up at Nick again, a lazy smile playing around his lips.
“I know. I’m smart, I’m talented, I’m fast, and don’t forget… I’m good looking, too. I just miss being able to have a cup of my Hawaiian Blue whenever I want. This guy doesn’t look like he’s got any other trauma. Let’s get him bagged and….” He trailed off, looking at the closed fridge. “Would you get a load of this.” He pointed at three diagonal slash marks that cut right through the door. “What the hell are we dealing with?” Usually being so close to Nick flustered Greg, but there was something about this crime scene that was just… strange.
“I’m going to call Griss and tell him that we’re going to the hallway to check out the next scene.” Nick flipped his phone open and dialed. “Hey Griss? Yeah. We’re going to the… what? What?? How do you know? O…kay… Yeah, we‘ll be careful.” He hung up. Greg looked at him, expectantly. “We’re going to the gymnasium. Griss just told me that our suspect is in there.”
“Is he dangerous?”
“Griss just said to be careful.” A shot of fear ran through Greg, and he had the absurd urge to hold Nick’s hand. This was only his third time in the field, and all of a sudden he missed his little glass box, with its great coffee and his CD collection.
(Three - The Gym)
She was almost on top of Wolverine before he managed to duck out and rake his claws up her side. She was his favourite sparring partner, but she was cold. There was no passion when she fought him, and it was confusing. He let all his rage out on her, and it provoked no response. It seemed as interesting to her as watching a boring movie. Yet she was more than his equal, she was his superior. As she wheeled away from him, wounds healing almost spontaneously, her own claws unsheathed and she stabbed him in the side. Blood squirted down his shirt.
Logan was livid about what had happened earlier in the evening, and even more furious that he had been told to wait behind. When he met Karma in the gym, it was natural that they turned on each other.
“Shit. SHIT,” he yelled. “Get back here, you fucking BITCH.” Karma had leapt away and was crouched in a nook, high up on a wall. She smiled coolly down at him, her dark eyes cold and unresponsive.
Both of them started when the gym door swung open. Karma hopped blithely down from her perch to meet the newcomers. Both the men were amazed at her agility and her ability to land neatly from a nearly twenty-foot jump.
“I’m Nick Stokes and this is Greg Sanders. We’re here to question you about what happened tonight. And you are…?”
“Wolverine.”
“Karma.”
“Could I get your real names, please?” Greg asked. Logan scowled at him.
“It’s Logan.” He dared the skinny, freckled geek to ask more questions.
“Is that a first name or a last name?”
“It’s Logan.” Greg shot Nick a fast glance. Nick nodded at him. Greg turned to the girl.
“Olivia Huntington. I use Karma.” She half-smiled at him, and held out her hand. He shook it, tentatively.
I can’t stop thinking about Nick. It’s killing me, the smell of him when he leans over my shoulder, the touch of his chest against my back, I want him to take me home and… take me. Hard. I want his mouth on mine, I want to taste him. I want him to taste ME. To suck him and fuck him and have him make me all his. Oh God, I think I’m in love with him.
She smiled broadly. Greg’s face dropped comically and he flushed dark red. “Just remember, Greg. You can’t control Karma, but when Karma touches you, you can’t stop it.” Logan stalked away. “Don’t mind him. He’s… temperamental. Especially after what happened tonight. The professor wanted some of us to stay behind to talk to people like you.”
“Well,” Nick started, “would you mind telling us your account of what went on tonight?” Eyewitnesses were the worst evidence that a CSI could base his judgment on, but it was, at least, a start.
“Well, I was getting ready for bed when I heard Logan yell from the kitchen. I came out of my bedroom and there were men in black suits, helmets and guns running towards me. Several of them broke into the students’ rooms and fired at them. I don’t think they were standard rounds, as one of them shot me, too. It stuck to my skin, like a dart.” Nick frowned. “Did Professor Xavier not tell you what sort of school this is?” Nick shook his head. Greg simply watched. “Sir, you might want to get your camera out for this one.” She smiled brightly at him, and shot out her claws. “Adamantium,” she continued. “The strongest metal in existence. Only a sub-atomic particle beam can cut it, but other than that, it’s utterly indestructible. I heal very quickly, too.” Greg snapped two or three pictures of her, then brought out what looked to Karma like an extra-long Q-tip.
“May I swab… your… things?” She laughed.
“Sure.” Greg put on his latex gloves and got the swabs ready.
“Do they hurt?”
“Yes.“ He quickly wiped down each blade and sprayed the cotton tips with Luminol. They turned red.
“Positive.”
“Of course it is,” she said. “I had to defend myself somehow. The three that are in the dorm hallway are mine, there is one in the kitchen and five more between the foyer and the kitchen. Those are Logan’s. We had to get the other ones out safely. I don’t know where they took those kids. I don’t know. What are they going to do to them?” She looked at Nick, angry. “And here you are, judging me on what I am, making me look like a killer. I was defending them!” Nick put his hand on her arm and got the shock of his life.
He loves you, he really does. He wants to touch you and feel you inside him, love him, kiss him and take him all the way.
Nick looked at her, startled. She dropped her voice.
“I’m a sensitive kinetic, as well. I can touch objects and know things. I can’t wear gloves because of the adamantium, so I have to be careful with what or who I touch.” Her voice came back to a normal level. “We are a school of mutants, but there isn‘t anything to fear from us. If you need anything else from me, please let me know.”
“Uh, we’re going to need a DNA sample from you,” Greg piped up. He was oblivious to what had passed between Nick and Karma.
“Of course.” He swabbed the inside of her mouth and took her fingerprints. “Just… don’t judge me because I’m different. Logan is angry about it, but… the people here have been very good to me.”
“We don’t think you’re bad or that you’re a killer,” Nick said quietly. “We just want to know what happened, here.”
“I hope you find out the truth, Mr. Stokes.”
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Date: 2004-12-17 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-17 10:48 pm (UTC)Looking forward to the rest
Oh, your icon... Is that Drusilla from Buffy/ Angel? 'cuz it kinda looks like it *unsure*
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Date: 2004-12-17 11:04 pm (UTC)The icon is me :)
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Date: 2004-12-18 02:25 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-17 11:16 pm (UTC)“May I swab... your... things?” She laughed.
Funniest thing ever.
Very well done. I'm looking forward to more.
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Date: 2004-12-17 11:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-18 12:02 am (UTC)And I have to say, I'm really curious now to see how Mrs. Palmbach's involved. =)
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Date: 2004-12-18 02:55 am (UTC)I have a feeling Nick's going to be super-freaked-out by Nightcrawler.
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Date: 2004-12-18 08:28 am (UTC)excellent I loved it
Date: 2004-12-18 06:40 pm (UTC)