Wolverine Blues
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nickngregOkay guys... Here's the next few chapters... I've got up to chapter nine finished, but... well... all in moderation ;-)
Beta - Slytherin Girl
Credit - geekwriter (For Mrs. Palmbach)
Rating: NC17 (well, it will be after chapter eight - but rated R for now)
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…)
(Four - Nick’s truck)
The two of them sat in Nick’s truck outside the school, a deep, uncomfortable silence between them.
“I don’t like that place,” Nick started. “That Logan guy has serious aggression issues.”
“I dunno,” Greg said, and laughed. “I think it’d be pretty cool to have mutant powers. Can you imagine being able to… I don’t know… fuck someone from across the room, with your mind?” Nick chuckled and looked at his hands, which gripped the steering wheel.
“What do you mean? Mental intercourse? Or just screwing with their head?”
“Mental intercourse, duh.” Greg reached over with both hands and joggled Nick’s head. Laughing, Nick reached up and took Greg’s hands to remove them. Suddenly he found his mouth on Greg’s and his hands slid up Greg’s arms and laced themselves behind the younger man’s neck. The kiss was hot and urgent, nothing like Nick had ever felt before. Gently, he pulled away.
“We can’t let Griss catch us here. Plus, we have to get the evidence back to the lab.” Greg looked at him, his eyes dark and his mouth swollen. Nick had the overwhelming need to kiss him again.
“When can we….?”
“After shift ends. I’ll meet you out in the parking lot. You can follow me to my place.” Greg smiled lopsidedly, and Nick’s gut lurched. It was the first time Greg’s smile seemed not-so-innocent. Nick planted one more quick kiss on that mouth, and started the truck.
(Five - Doc Robbins‘ Autopsy)
“This man died of three stab wounds to the upper chest area, shearing right through the adipose tissue and severing his aorta. He bled out, and fast. There‘s also a secondary blood source on these wounds. I‘ve swabbed them and sent them to trace for DNA.” Robbins pointed to a large black-purple area surrounding the puncture marks. “Post-mortem bruising, too large even for a pitchfork. Broken ribs, underneath. Just like the others.”
“It’s from a fist,” Nick mentioned. “We met the woman who did it. Her name’s Olivia Huntington. Her prints check out in AFIS. There’s no history on her, aside from her admission papers to the school in 1994.” Robbins interrupted him.
“You mean a woman did this? There’s no way she’d have the strength to cause damage like this. The vic’s ribs were shattered. It would take a huge amount of force to leave a bruise like that.” Nick shrugged.
“She admitted to it. She’s a pretty amazing woman. Did anything come back on the tox screen?”
“No, he’s clean.”
“Anything else I need to know?” Dr. Robbins shook his head. “I’m going to call Griss, I think. See if we can get Miss Huntington to come in so we can cast her… weapons.”
(Six - The School)
“What are you doing, talking to them?” Wolverine stood in the doorway of Karma’s bedroom. She had just hung up the phone. “Do you want them to bring attention to us? Do you want the school closed?” His voice crept up in volume. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”
“Yes, I do.” She stood and faced him. “I am going to help those two young men catch who invaded our school, our privacy and our lives.” She brushed by him and he grabbed her by the arm, hard.
“You disgust me,” he hissed. “You side with the people who look at us like we’re freaks. These guys want nothing more than to make us into their newest science project.” She regarded him impersonally.
“I’m not afraid of you, Logan. I know what you don’t. Just hope that I don’t tell you who you were… before.” She ran her hand through his hair and he jerked away. “I am tired, I’m angry and I’m very sick of your ‘I’m-so-pissed’ song and dance. I’m going to meet with those boys, and I’m going to help them in any way I can.”
“I hope Charles knows what you’re doing,” Wolverine growled. She stopped for a moment, thinking, then smiled.
“He does.”
(Seven - The Lab - Karma)
Karma sat grimly, her right arm extended, claws unsheathed. Nick casted her whole arm, up to the elbow. A cup of coffee sat by her left hand, Hawaiian Blue. She thanked Greg absently when he offered it to her, and had only drank a few sips.
“Are you uncomfortable, ma’am?” Nick asked, his Texan charm coming through. Greg smiled at him, a sweet smile that said everything.
“A little. Nothing I haven’t felt before. It’s just… cold. And wet.” She laughed a little, and Nick returned Greg’s smile. It was apparent to her that while they were doing their job professionally and efficiently, they were in their own world together. “Do you think this is very strange? My being here, so you can test me?”
“It’s certainly admirable, ma’am,” Nick said. “With the way you guys are treated in the media, you’d think that mutants are born with 14 heads and fangs and claws and just want to hurt us. I‘ve never been in close contact with one before.”
“It’s Karma, and no. We don’t want to hurt you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a mutant with more than one head, either. Claws and fangs, definitely…” She waved her left hand around, “…tails, fur, the occasional set of horns… but never more than one head.” Greg’s beeper went off, and he excused himself. They had sent the hairs she had gotten from Logan’s head to Mia, to establish his own DNA pattern in comparison to hers. Nick and Karma sat in relative silence until Greg bounded back into the examination room.
“You are NOT going to believe this!” He exclaimed. “How well do you know this Logan guy?”
“Well enough,” she said, dryly. “There’s no love lost between us, I can assure you.”
“There may be no love lost, but there’s also no DNA lost between you, either. You’ve got eight alleles in common on your strands. Congratulations, you’ve got a brother!” Nick stripped the latex mold off of Karma’s arm and filled it with plaster while she sat there, utterly dumbfounded. It amazed him that such a violent weapon could come out of a smooth, delicate hand like hers. I wonder what Greg’s hands feel like? He thought, and shivered. He had a suspicion he’d know within a few hours.
“My brother? He can’t stand me. I don‘t remember having a brother, and he has no memory of me, either. I guess that would explain the similar mutations. If one of my… our… parents had the mutant gene, then chances are two out of three that it’s passed on to the children.” Both Greg and Nick sat back, impressed. Suddenly, Greg slapped himself on the forehead and left the room, muttering.
“Greggo’s got more energy than anyone I know,” Nick smiled. “He’s forgotten to get his neighbour to feed his fish, I’ll bet.”
“He cares very much about you.”
“I know he does,” Nick admitted. “Thanks for letting me know, though. God, I thought he just flirted with everyone!” He laughed.
“But it’s you he wants. Here he comes.” Greg came back into the room.
“Sorry, guys. I forgot to call Mrs. Palmbach before my shift started, to get her to feed my fish.” Both Nick and Karma laughed. “What?”
“I knew it, Greggo. Don’t worry, we’re off in an hour.” He tipped Greg what he thought was a subtle wink. “Well, ma’am… we’ll contact you if we need anything else.”
(Seven - The Lab - Greg)
Before Karma showed up, Nick and Greg prepared the exam room for her. Greg could barely keep himself under control with the older man being so close to him. Having Nick hover over his shoulder didn’t seem quite so harmless anymore. He could smell Nick’s cologne, his clean clothes and what must be Just Nick’s Smell.
Nick watched Greg buzz around and smiled. This was the Greg he was attracted to, who always thrummed with an almost-electric sort of drive. Even when he was sitting still, he was never actually at rest. He bobbed his knees and tapped his fingers, nodded his head as if following his own beat.
Greg couldn’t understand how Nick was so calm all the time. He hoped that the last two hours of their shift together would go quickly, so he could take Nick home, where the walls were thick and dear old Mrs. Palmbach respected his privacy.
When Karma came in, Greg was amazed at her transformation, between meeting her in the gym at the school and now. Before, her dark hair had been in a loose ponytail and she was wearing close-fitting track pants and a tank top, no makeup, and sneakers. Now, her hair was loose, falling almost to her waist and she wore… well… Greg would consider it business-casual: a short-sleeved white blouse and a black skirt, and open-toed sandals. But when he saw the colour of her hair, he thought of Nick’s, which was also dark and thick. He was dying to feel the texture of it in his hands. Later, later, he reminded himself. Work has to be done now and playtime comes after. This could possibly be the longest two hours of his entire life.
Things progressed smoothly enough, she sat with her arm out while Nick took the mold of it and Greg even offered her a cup of his famous Hawaiian Blue coffee, which she barely touched. When his beeper went off, he excused himself and paid Mia a visit.
“Hey, what’ve you got?” She handed him the printout.
“Look at these anomalies. Have you ever seen anything like this before? Compare this with a normal DNA strand. This is crazy!” Seeing the actual test results on paper drove the point home to Greg, who had been a lab rat for the entirety of his career with the Las Vegas CSI. He had never been the one to see the physical evidence, he had only dealt with the paperwork. “Oh, and here’s the results between your Logan guy and Olivia Huntington. They’ve got eight alleles in common, which means he’s either her father or her brother. I’m making the call for brother, since what you said about them being close in age.” Greg nodded, concentrating on the paper in front of him. “The blood that Doc Robbins gave me from…” She leafed through a pile of files, “…Hey Greg?”
“Yeah.”
“Are they…”
“Mutants? Yeah. She’s pretty cool, he’s sort of an asshole.” Understatement of the century, Greg, he chided himself. That guy would have been more than happy to tear you a new one.
“The reason I’m asking is not only because of the DNA, but her blood reacted really strangely to the EDTA that I added to thin it. Blood cells generally can’t live in it for very long, but hers absorbed it completely.”
“Yeah,” Greg said for a third time. “She’s got regenerative abilities, too. Did you find anything on the dart that she was shot with?“
“Yeah, it’s a tranquilizer dart. I’m surprised it didn’t knock her out entirely - from the size of the chambers and what was in them, there was enough drug in them to take out an elephant.“ Greg thought it might have something to do with her ability to heal, and Mia agreed with him.
“I’m going to take this back and show Nick.” He made a kiss-face at Mia and left the lab. He realized that he missed it, but knew that being in the field was right for him.
The moment he barged into the exam room, his senses were full of Nick: the sight of his smile, those beautiful white teeth; the mouth that had been on his not three hours previously; his hands, which were large and strong-looking; his shoulders; and That Smell again. He felt like he was blushing, but the blood certainly wasn’t in his face. Knob, he thought, and almost slapped himself on the forehead. That word only made it worse. He managed to cover his churning guts and emotions and announced what Mia had told him. She took it well, he thought, all things considered.
“Well, ma’am,” Nick said in that voice that made Greg’s skin want to crawl right off his body and wrap itself around the other man, “We’ll contact you if we need anything else.” After she left, Nick made some notes to the growing case-file. Greg hovered over his shoulder, reading.
Self-defense, suspect (victim?) shows no sign of injury due to genetic mutation causing regeneration of the body’s tissues. She seems non-aggressive and eager to help. Need to keep tabs on her anyway, just in case.
“Do you want to get some breakfast when we’re done?” Greg asked. Nick turned, bumping Greg’s chest with his shoulder. “I make way better pancakes than any restaurant around here.”
“Sure,” Nick answered, casually. “I’ll meet you out in the parking lot in half an hour. I’m dying for a shower before we go.”
Beta - Slytherin Girl
Credit - geekwriter (For Mrs. Palmbach)
Rating: NC17 (well, it will be after chapter eight - but rated R for now)
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…)
(Four - Nick’s truck)
The two of them sat in Nick’s truck outside the school, a deep, uncomfortable silence between them.
“I don’t like that place,” Nick started. “That Logan guy has serious aggression issues.”
“I dunno,” Greg said, and laughed. “I think it’d be pretty cool to have mutant powers. Can you imagine being able to… I don’t know… fuck someone from across the room, with your mind?” Nick chuckled and looked at his hands, which gripped the steering wheel.
“What do you mean? Mental intercourse? Or just screwing with their head?”
“Mental intercourse, duh.” Greg reached over with both hands and joggled Nick’s head. Laughing, Nick reached up and took Greg’s hands to remove them. Suddenly he found his mouth on Greg’s and his hands slid up Greg’s arms and laced themselves behind the younger man’s neck. The kiss was hot and urgent, nothing like Nick had ever felt before. Gently, he pulled away.
“We can’t let Griss catch us here. Plus, we have to get the evidence back to the lab.” Greg looked at him, his eyes dark and his mouth swollen. Nick had the overwhelming need to kiss him again.
“When can we….?”
“After shift ends. I’ll meet you out in the parking lot. You can follow me to my place.” Greg smiled lopsidedly, and Nick’s gut lurched. It was the first time Greg’s smile seemed not-so-innocent. Nick planted one more quick kiss on that mouth, and started the truck.
(Five - Doc Robbins‘ Autopsy)
“This man died of three stab wounds to the upper chest area, shearing right through the adipose tissue and severing his aorta. He bled out, and fast. There‘s also a secondary blood source on these wounds. I‘ve swabbed them and sent them to trace for DNA.” Robbins pointed to a large black-purple area surrounding the puncture marks. “Post-mortem bruising, too large even for a pitchfork. Broken ribs, underneath. Just like the others.”
“It’s from a fist,” Nick mentioned. “We met the woman who did it. Her name’s Olivia Huntington. Her prints check out in AFIS. There’s no history on her, aside from her admission papers to the school in 1994.” Robbins interrupted him.
“You mean a woman did this? There’s no way she’d have the strength to cause damage like this. The vic’s ribs were shattered. It would take a huge amount of force to leave a bruise like that.” Nick shrugged.
“She admitted to it. She’s a pretty amazing woman. Did anything come back on the tox screen?”
“No, he’s clean.”
“Anything else I need to know?” Dr. Robbins shook his head. “I’m going to call Griss, I think. See if we can get Miss Huntington to come in so we can cast her… weapons.”
(Six - The School)
“What are you doing, talking to them?” Wolverine stood in the doorway of Karma’s bedroom. She had just hung up the phone. “Do you want them to bring attention to us? Do you want the school closed?” His voice crept up in volume. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”
“Yes, I do.” She stood and faced him. “I am going to help those two young men catch who invaded our school, our privacy and our lives.” She brushed by him and he grabbed her by the arm, hard.
“You disgust me,” he hissed. “You side with the people who look at us like we’re freaks. These guys want nothing more than to make us into their newest science project.” She regarded him impersonally.
“I’m not afraid of you, Logan. I know what you don’t. Just hope that I don’t tell you who you were… before.” She ran her hand through his hair and he jerked away. “I am tired, I’m angry and I’m very sick of your ‘I’m-so-pissed’ song and dance. I’m going to meet with those boys, and I’m going to help them in any way I can.”
“I hope Charles knows what you’re doing,” Wolverine growled. She stopped for a moment, thinking, then smiled.
“He does.”
(Seven - The Lab - Karma)
Karma sat grimly, her right arm extended, claws unsheathed. Nick casted her whole arm, up to the elbow. A cup of coffee sat by her left hand, Hawaiian Blue. She thanked Greg absently when he offered it to her, and had only drank a few sips.
“Are you uncomfortable, ma’am?” Nick asked, his Texan charm coming through. Greg smiled at him, a sweet smile that said everything.
“A little. Nothing I haven’t felt before. It’s just… cold. And wet.” She laughed a little, and Nick returned Greg’s smile. It was apparent to her that while they were doing their job professionally and efficiently, they were in their own world together. “Do you think this is very strange? My being here, so you can test me?”
“It’s certainly admirable, ma’am,” Nick said. “With the way you guys are treated in the media, you’d think that mutants are born with 14 heads and fangs and claws and just want to hurt us. I‘ve never been in close contact with one before.”
“It’s Karma, and no. We don’t want to hurt you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a mutant with more than one head, either. Claws and fangs, definitely…” She waved her left hand around, “…tails, fur, the occasional set of horns… but never more than one head.” Greg’s beeper went off, and he excused himself. They had sent the hairs she had gotten from Logan’s head to Mia, to establish his own DNA pattern in comparison to hers. Nick and Karma sat in relative silence until Greg bounded back into the examination room.
“You are NOT going to believe this!” He exclaimed. “How well do you know this Logan guy?”
“Well enough,” she said, dryly. “There’s no love lost between us, I can assure you.”
“There may be no love lost, but there’s also no DNA lost between you, either. You’ve got eight alleles in common on your strands. Congratulations, you’ve got a brother!” Nick stripped the latex mold off of Karma’s arm and filled it with plaster while she sat there, utterly dumbfounded. It amazed him that such a violent weapon could come out of a smooth, delicate hand like hers. I wonder what Greg’s hands feel like? He thought, and shivered. He had a suspicion he’d know within a few hours.
“My brother? He can’t stand me. I don‘t remember having a brother, and he has no memory of me, either. I guess that would explain the similar mutations. If one of my… our… parents had the mutant gene, then chances are two out of three that it’s passed on to the children.” Both Greg and Nick sat back, impressed. Suddenly, Greg slapped himself on the forehead and left the room, muttering.
“Greggo’s got more energy than anyone I know,” Nick smiled. “He’s forgotten to get his neighbour to feed his fish, I’ll bet.”
“He cares very much about you.”
“I know he does,” Nick admitted. “Thanks for letting me know, though. God, I thought he just flirted with everyone!” He laughed.
“But it’s you he wants. Here he comes.” Greg came back into the room.
“Sorry, guys. I forgot to call Mrs. Palmbach before my shift started, to get her to feed my fish.” Both Nick and Karma laughed. “What?”
“I knew it, Greggo. Don’t worry, we’re off in an hour.” He tipped Greg what he thought was a subtle wink. “Well, ma’am… we’ll contact you if we need anything else.”
(Seven - The Lab - Greg)
Before Karma showed up, Nick and Greg prepared the exam room for her. Greg could barely keep himself under control with the older man being so close to him. Having Nick hover over his shoulder didn’t seem quite so harmless anymore. He could smell Nick’s cologne, his clean clothes and what must be Just Nick’s Smell.
Nick watched Greg buzz around and smiled. This was the Greg he was attracted to, who always thrummed with an almost-electric sort of drive. Even when he was sitting still, he was never actually at rest. He bobbed his knees and tapped his fingers, nodded his head as if following his own beat.
Greg couldn’t understand how Nick was so calm all the time. He hoped that the last two hours of their shift together would go quickly, so he could take Nick home, where the walls were thick and dear old Mrs. Palmbach respected his privacy.
When Karma came in, Greg was amazed at her transformation, between meeting her in the gym at the school and now. Before, her dark hair had been in a loose ponytail and she was wearing close-fitting track pants and a tank top, no makeup, and sneakers. Now, her hair was loose, falling almost to her waist and she wore… well… Greg would consider it business-casual: a short-sleeved white blouse and a black skirt, and open-toed sandals. But when he saw the colour of her hair, he thought of Nick’s, which was also dark and thick. He was dying to feel the texture of it in his hands. Later, later, he reminded himself. Work has to be done now and playtime comes after. This could possibly be the longest two hours of his entire life.
Things progressed smoothly enough, she sat with her arm out while Nick took the mold of it and Greg even offered her a cup of his famous Hawaiian Blue coffee, which she barely touched. When his beeper went off, he excused himself and paid Mia a visit.
“Hey, what’ve you got?” She handed him the printout.
“Look at these anomalies. Have you ever seen anything like this before? Compare this with a normal DNA strand. This is crazy!” Seeing the actual test results on paper drove the point home to Greg, who had been a lab rat for the entirety of his career with the Las Vegas CSI. He had never been the one to see the physical evidence, he had only dealt with the paperwork. “Oh, and here’s the results between your Logan guy and Olivia Huntington. They’ve got eight alleles in common, which means he’s either her father or her brother. I’m making the call for brother, since what you said about them being close in age.” Greg nodded, concentrating on the paper in front of him. “The blood that Doc Robbins gave me from…” She leafed through a pile of files, “…Hey Greg?”
“Yeah.”
“Are they…”
“Mutants? Yeah. She’s pretty cool, he’s sort of an asshole.” Understatement of the century, Greg, he chided himself. That guy would have been more than happy to tear you a new one.
“The reason I’m asking is not only because of the DNA, but her blood reacted really strangely to the EDTA that I added to thin it. Blood cells generally can’t live in it for very long, but hers absorbed it completely.”
“Yeah,” Greg said for a third time. “She’s got regenerative abilities, too. Did you find anything on the dart that she was shot with?“
“Yeah, it’s a tranquilizer dart. I’m surprised it didn’t knock her out entirely - from the size of the chambers and what was in them, there was enough drug in them to take out an elephant.“ Greg thought it might have something to do with her ability to heal, and Mia agreed with him.
“I’m going to take this back and show Nick.” He made a kiss-face at Mia and left the lab. He realized that he missed it, but knew that being in the field was right for him.
The moment he barged into the exam room, his senses were full of Nick: the sight of his smile, those beautiful white teeth; the mouth that had been on his not three hours previously; his hands, which were large and strong-looking; his shoulders; and That Smell again. He felt like he was blushing, but the blood certainly wasn’t in his face. Knob, he thought, and almost slapped himself on the forehead. That word only made it worse. He managed to cover his churning guts and emotions and announced what Mia had told him. She took it well, he thought, all things considered.
“Well, ma’am,” Nick said in that voice that made Greg’s skin want to crawl right off his body and wrap itself around the other man, “We’ll contact you if we need anything else.” After she left, Nick made some notes to the growing case-file. Greg hovered over his shoulder, reading.
Self-defense, suspect (victim?) shows no sign of injury due to genetic mutation causing regeneration of the body’s tissues. She seems non-aggressive and eager to help. Need to keep tabs on her anyway, just in case.
“Do you want to get some breakfast when we’re done?” Greg asked. Nick turned, bumping Greg’s chest with his shoulder. “I make way better pancakes than any restaurant around here.”
“Sure,” Nick answered, casually. “I’ll meet you out in the parking lot in half an hour. I’m dying for a shower before we go.”
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