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Sequel/second part thing to Vainglorius. Link to Vainglorius is to be found here.

Vainglorius Part Deux, because I am -that- original
by Tali

spoilers: None in particular, seasons 1-5 to be safe though. Futurefic
warnings: none
ship: Nick/Greg
notes: I finally updated. ~~And I know how many people were waiting for this and looking forward to it, so be happy. And I only wrote this because people requested it, so they better.~~ XD This one is kind of bland, but sets up for the next one. In the beginning it kind of repeats the same thing over and over, I know, but I wrote it that way because. Also, there might be some tense changes, because I have trouble doing that, and catching it more importantly.

dedication: To Mr.K, because you're a fan of CSI, remind me of Greg constantly, and are the best grade Seven advance Math/Science teacher.

"I'll be waiting when the marriage falls apart."

Those words rang in his head as he stared at the door infront of him. He'd been staring for quite awhile and had made several unsuccessful attempts to try and reach for the doorknob. Sighing, he wondered what would happen if he went through that door. It shouldn't be such a big deal, but it is. It's a big deal because his life will change dramatically either way. If he walks through the door, of if he doesn't. Looking at his watch he realizes that shifts gonna start soon, and he has to make a decision. When had his life come to this? All these years, and it comes down to a simple door. He feels like punching it, but then he would just have a sore hand and that wouldn't really help. He wanted to go through the door, but that was complicated. It would be simpler to walk away, but he doesn't want to do that. So he's divided, stuck and feels like he doesn't know which way is up. He hates it and god, he wishes it would end. But it won't. Not til he goes through the door. This is getting repetitive, his trail of thought. Wandering around in never-ending circles.

Getting up, he took a deep breath and speed-dialed.

"Hello?" He cursed softly, because he didn't think anyone would pick up.

"It's over. I'm sorry, I didn't think it would end like this." He hung up, not waiting for the reply. One call down, one to go. Nobody answered, and he was directed to voicemail. "Hey, it's me. It fell apart." Nothing left to do but walk through that door, that door labeled Divorce Lawyer.

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Nick walked out to the warm Nevada afternoon and smiled, a real one. He felt bad on one hand, but he figured it would be all worth it in the end. Sadie, his soon to be ex-wife was surprised yet had noticed a change in Nick's behavior so knew something was up. The only tearful question she asked was, "An affair?" Nick had shaken his head.

"It's not your fault. I'm just still not over somebody. I thought I was and I'm not, so I'm sorry." It was the truth and he hoped this wouldn't be some nasty divorce. Greg hadn't returned his call yet, and he wasn't sure what to make of that. Maybe he was overly hopeful, because it had been five years since they had broken up. And god, that would be terrible, leaving his wife for somebody who doesn't want him, or has moved on. But then again, being with Sadie would of been a lie, because he knew he wanted Greg, not her. His hindsight was 20/20, he just wished he had gotten in checked before he got into this mess.

He had taken time off work, with a knowing glance for Catherine, completely understanding. So, as he drove home, he thought of lying at home on the couch with a beer as he had been doing for the past few days. He was so emmersed in himself that he as he pulled onto his street, he didn't realize their was a car in front of his house. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and noticed the car was a blue jetta. Greg had a blue jetta. He sighed, everything was reminding him of Greg more or less these days. Running a hand through his hair, he looked up and saw that it was infact Greg, leaning against his car, with his sunglasses Nick had given him.

"Hey?" Nick said uncertainly, pinching himself to make sure this wasn't some sort of dream.

"Hey," Greg affirmed with a nod. "Listen, I was meaning to call you back but my phone started to get all weird, so I hope you don't mind that I just kind of showed up like this." Greg was rushing, like he did when he was nervous, like he did on their first official date.

Nick smiled, and Greg started to melt. He honestly didn't know why he had brought himself here, and was just about to leave when Nick had pulled up.

"G, come on in. I kinda, wanted to talk." He motioned to the door, and there was that awkward moment before Greg said

"Okay, sure. Don't have a few hours til shift so..."

Nick exhaled and suddenly felt better, and realized he had been holding his breath.

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