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nickngregNew chapter. I hope you enjoy!
Title: Shoebox
Chapter: 3/?
Author: verisimilit_de
Pairing: Nick and Greg, though they don't show for a while.
Rating: Pg-13
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: They belong to the CBS and not me.
Summary: A mystery is uncovered while cleaning.
Author’s note: This isn’t a very typical Nick and Greg story. They don’t even show up for a while, and it’s not going to be heavy on the Nick/Greg aspect. However, since I can no longer vision them being apart, they are together in the fic and I swear they will show up eventually.
Previous chapters (provided the links work, of course)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Life is wonderful. I have a mission that will save my dad; revitalize him after years of loneliness and misery. Although, he wasn’t too miserable—he does have me and mom. I can’t believe he was married before and we didn’t know. She couldn’t have known and not told me about it, right? I wonder what happened to Greg? Where is he now? Why did he leave?
All of a sudden it hit me. Hit me like a cloud opening up and suddenly the light shines forth. My steps slow to a stop and I stand there on the sidewalk staring ahead of me. That picture. Greg’s arm was around Mr. O’Sullivan’s neck and they smiling and pressed up rather close. Mr. O’Sullivan said they were the best of friends and fought when Greg left. Could they…? Could they have been dating? Could they really?
As my thoughts increase in speed so does my pace. I start walking again and pretty soon I am moving along at quite a pace, thinking and muttering to myself about this new development. That has to be why Greg left. He didn’t want to disappoint dad. He gave up everything he knew so that he wouldn’t disillusion his father. What a noble gesture!
But, dad has never shown any sign of having a problem with homosexuality—not that I can think of. Maybe he does, we’ve never discussed it. Or maybe he used to and then Greg left and he figured it out and regretted, repented and changed his ways hoping against hope that his son would come back to him? I should test him. Find out what he feels so that when I find Greg I know exactly why he left and can use it to convince him to come back.
I arrive home with a plan and am absolutely convinced that it is the best possible tactic to broach the subject. I smile as I put my book bag down in the hall and take off my shoes.
“I’m home!” I call out to my parents.
“It’s about time too,” my mom yells back from the kitchen, “dinner’s almost ready. Go wash up and then set the table.”
I wash up and then go into the kitchen to grab the knives, forks and plates, eagerly sniffing the lasagna that my mom is taking out of the oven.
We sit down to dinner—my dad at the head of the table with me on his left and mom on his right. They chatter about their day at work, what clients they have and what legal processes they’re going to have to do. Mom has been dad’s secretary at his law firm for a long time. I open my mouth to put my plan into action when my dad interrupts and does it for me:
“Did you get good books at the library, sweetie? What’s your project about?”
“Homosexuality throughout history. Did you know it used to be a crime? People were persecuted and incarcerated for their love. Can you believe anyone could be so hateful toward same-sex couples?” I lied emphatically, staring into his eyes so I could catch any flicker of a reaction; any deep-seated emotions buried in his heart about his gay son. But I’m not finding any.
“Yes, I did know that honey. It’s sad what people do to each other over misconceived notions of normalcy and…
“Alexander, I don’t think this is a proper discussion for the dinner table.” Interjects my mother, interrupting my father and then turning to me, “It sounds like a good project for you dear but it is not polite dinner conversation. I will not have this kind of talk over the lasagna I worked so hard to prepare for you two.”
Dad and I stop talking and both look down at our plates of lasagna instead of meeting her blue eyes. I’m shocked. Dad didn’t show any signs while Mom…this is a strange development. Dad tries to sooth things over with Mom by complimenting her cooking skills, then I suddenly come up with a plan to salvage the situation and say:
“You make incredibly good lasagna, Mom. In fact, you’re a really great cook. Have you ever thought about having any other kids so they can enjoy your cooking too?”
My mom looks taken aback, but the compliment helped slide the question in. She takes a moment to arrange her thoughts and get over her surprise, and answers with a simple “No, no I haven’t honey. But, thank you.”
“What about you dad?” I forge ahead, “Have you ever thought about having other kids? What about a son to carry on the Sanders name?”
“Alexandra,” Dad addressed me earnestly, “You are my namesake. You are my very own and I don’t need nor want any other child but you.”
I smile back and we finish eating dinner in silence.
Title: Shoebox
Chapter: 3/?
Author: verisimilit_de
Pairing: Nick and Greg, though they don't show for a while.
Rating: Pg-13
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: They belong to the CBS and not me.
Summary: A mystery is uncovered while cleaning.
Author’s note: This isn’t a very typical Nick and Greg story. They don’t even show up for a while, and it’s not going to be heavy on the Nick/Greg aspect. However, since I can no longer vision them being apart, they are together in the fic and I swear they will show up eventually.
Previous chapters (provided the links work, of course)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Life is wonderful. I have a mission that will save my dad; revitalize him after years of loneliness and misery. Although, he wasn’t too miserable—he does have me and mom. I can’t believe he was married before and we didn’t know. She couldn’t have known and not told me about it, right? I wonder what happened to Greg? Where is he now? Why did he leave?
All of a sudden it hit me. Hit me like a cloud opening up and suddenly the light shines forth. My steps slow to a stop and I stand there on the sidewalk staring ahead of me. That picture. Greg’s arm was around Mr. O’Sullivan’s neck and they smiling and pressed up rather close. Mr. O’Sullivan said they were the best of friends and fought when Greg left. Could they…? Could they have been dating? Could they really?
As my thoughts increase in speed so does my pace. I start walking again and pretty soon I am moving along at quite a pace, thinking and muttering to myself about this new development. That has to be why Greg left. He didn’t want to disappoint dad. He gave up everything he knew so that he wouldn’t disillusion his father. What a noble gesture!
But, dad has never shown any sign of having a problem with homosexuality—not that I can think of. Maybe he does, we’ve never discussed it. Or maybe he used to and then Greg left and he figured it out and regretted, repented and changed his ways hoping against hope that his son would come back to him? I should test him. Find out what he feels so that when I find Greg I know exactly why he left and can use it to convince him to come back.
I arrive home with a plan and am absolutely convinced that it is the best possible tactic to broach the subject. I smile as I put my book bag down in the hall and take off my shoes.
“I’m home!” I call out to my parents.
“It’s about time too,” my mom yells back from the kitchen, “dinner’s almost ready. Go wash up and then set the table.”
I wash up and then go into the kitchen to grab the knives, forks and plates, eagerly sniffing the lasagna that my mom is taking out of the oven.
We sit down to dinner—my dad at the head of the table with me on his left and mom on his right. They chatter about their day at work, what clients they have and what legal processes they’re going to have to do. Mom has been dad’s secretary at his law firm for a long time. I open my mouth to put my plan into action when my dad interrupts and does it for me:
“Did you get good books at the library, sweetie? What’s your project about?”
“Homosexuality throughout history. Did you know it used to be a crime? People were persecuted and incarcerated for their love. Can you believe anyone could be so hateful toward same-sex couples?” I lied emphatically, staring into his eyes so I could catch any flicker of a reaction; any deep-seated emotions buried in his heart about his gay son. But I’m not finding any.
“Yes, I did know that honey. It’s sad what people do to each other over misconceived notions of normalcy and…
“Alexander, I don’t think this is a proper discussion for the dinner table.” Interjects my mother, interrupting my father and then turning to me, “It sounds like a good project for you dear but it is not polite dinner conversation. I will not have this kind of talk over the lasagna I worked so hard to prepare for you two.”
Dad and I stop talking and both look down at our plates of lasagna instead of meeting her blue eyes. I’m shocked. Dad didn’t show any signs while Mom…this is a strange development. Dad tries to sooth things over with Mom by complimenting her cooking skills, then I suddenly come up with a plan to salvage the situation and say:
“You make incredibly good lasagna, Mom. In fact, you’re a really great cook. Have you ever thought about having any other kids so they can enjoy your cooking too?”
My mom looks taken aback, but the compliment helped slide the question in. She takes a moment to arrange her thoughts and get over her surprise, and answers with a simple “No, no I haven’t honey. But, thank you.”
“What about you dad?” I forge ahead, “Have you ever thought about having other kids? What about a son to carry on the Sanders name?”
“Alexandra,” Dad addressed me earnestly, “You are my namesake. You are my very own and I don’t need nor want any other child but you.”
I smile back and we finish eating dinner in silence.
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Date: 2006-01-25 02:53 am (UTC)And man. The more I read this, the more I want more. This is good!