New chapter for Shoebox
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nickngregHey guys,
I never expected this story to get so long. It just keeps developing in ways I never expected it to. So, here's Chapter 8. Sorry it's short but there's more coming soon. I hope you like it.
Title: Shoebox
Chapter: 8
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.
The first 7 chapters can be found at the following links:
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Shortly after Greg finishes telling me his story the front door opens and Nick comes in. After taking off his shoes and coat he walks into the living room and asks, “Did you guys need some more time? I could go out back.”
“I think it’s ok.” Greg replies, “Alex?”
“Yeah, yeah it’s ok.” I say.
“Did you want some pizza?” Greg asks as Nick reaches down for a slice before sitting in a chair that matches Greg’s.
“So Alex,” Greg asks me, “what did you want to do now? I could put you on a bus back home or you could stay here for a bit. Nick and I could show you Vegas, since you came all the way down here. Or should you be getting back to school or something?”
“I don’t know” I respond. Greg seems genuinely concerned about me, but I’m just too confused to try to make a decision right now. What he told me…it doesn’t fit in to anything I know of the dad I have. Tears start streaming down my cheeks as I remember all the good times we’ve had together. The father–daughter things we’ve done. Like the time I was 10 and he took me trail riding. Or the times he took me to see figure skating. Or when I had to have my appendix out and he brought me a stuffed bear. I still have that bear sitting on my bed at home.
But, Greg must have memories like this too. He said that they had done normal family stuff. That dad had taken him sailing. How could he have turned on Greg like that just because he wasn’t biologically his son?
“Alexandra, it’s ok,” Greg says gently as he leans forward and places his hand on my knee, “He’s not a bad man. He just got hurt and acted out. After he just probably didn’t know how to handle it, so he started denying that the whole thing ever really happened. It doesn’t make him a bad father to you. It doesn’t make you guilty of anything for loving him.”
At the sound of his words I really cry. I can’t help it; I just start sobbing. Greg moves from the chair to the couch and pulls me into his arms. Nick jumps out of his chair, goes over to the bookshelf and brings back the box of tissues that had been on one of the shelves. He then goes to the kitchen and brings me back a glass of water.
I sob into Greg’s shirt as he holds me. When I start to slow down he reaches for the tissues and hands me one.
“Better?” Greg asks.
“What do I say to him now?” I implore.
“Well, you should tell him truth. Give him a chance to tell you his side.”
“What if that doesn’t work? What if he doesn’t want me now that I know?”
“You can always come back here.” Nick says and Greg nods his assent, “We won’t leave you with no place to go. Now, I think we’ll all feel better after some sleep. I’ll go make up the guestroom.”
“I don’t think he’ll kick you out Alex,” Greg says after Nick leaves the room, “You’re the child he always wanted. The one he had to work so hard to get. He won’t just toss you aside.”
The pain I can see in his eyes makes it so I can almost hear the unspoken words: “like he did me.”
We get up off the couch and Greg goes to the hallway to pick up my book bag before leading me to the guestroom. As I lay down on the fresh sheets Nick had put on the bed I feel more exhausted than I ever have in my life. I quickly fall asleep.
I never expected this story to get so long. It just keeps developing in ways I never expected it to. So, here's Chapter 8. Sorry it's short but there's more coming soon. I hope you like it.
Title: Shoebox
Chapter: 8
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.
The first 7 chapters can be found at the following links:
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Shortly after Greg finishes telling me his story the front door opens and Nick comes in. After taking off his shoes and coat he walks into the living room and asks, “Did you guys need some more time? I could go out back.”
“I think it’s ok.” Greg replies, “Alex?”
“Yeah, yeah it’s ok.” I say.
“Did you want some pizza?” Greg asks as Nick reaches down for a slice before sitting in a chair that matches Greg’s.
“So Alex,” Greg asks me, “what did you want to do now? I could put you on a bus back home or you could stay here for a bit. Nick and I could show you Vegas, since you came all the way down here. Or should you be getting back to school or something?”
“I don’t know” I respond. Greg seems genuinely concerned about me, but I’m just too confused to try to make a decision right now. What he told me…it doesn’t fit in to anything I know of the dad I have. Tears start streaming down my cheeks as I remember all the good times we’ve had together. The father–daughter things we’ve done. Like the time I was 10 and he took me trail riding. Or the times he took me to see figure skating. Or when I had to have my appendix out and he brought me a stuffed bear. I still have that bear sitting on my bed at home.
But, Greg must have memories like this too. He said that they had done normal family stuff. That dad had taken him sailing. How could he have turned on Greg like that just because he wasn’t biologically his son?
“Alexandra, it’s ok,” Greg says gently as he leans forward and places his hand on my knee, “He’s not a bad man. He just got hurt and acted out. After he just probably didn’t know how to handle it, so he started denying that the whole thing ever really happened. It doesn’t make him a bad father to you. It doesn’t make you guilty of anything for loving him.”
At the sound of his words I really cry. I can’t help it; I just start sobbing. Greg moves from the chair to the couch and pulls me into his arms. Nick jumps out of his chair, goes over to the bookshelf and brings back the box of tissues that had been on one of the shelves. He then goes to the kitchen and brings me back a glass of water.
I sob into Greg’s shirt as he holds me. When I start to slow down he reaches for the tissues and hands me one.
“Better?” Greg asks.
“What do I say to him now?” I implore.
“Well, you should tell him truth. Give him a chance to tell you his side.”
“What if that doesn’t work? What if he doesn’t want me now that I know?”
“You can always come back here.” Nick says and Greg nods his assent, “We won’t leave you with no place to go. Now, I think we’ll all feel better after some sleep. I’ll go make up the guestroom.”
“I don’t think he’ll kick you out Alex,” Greg says after Nick leaves the room, “You’re the child he always wanted. The one he had to work so hard to get. He won’t just toss you aside.”
The pain I can see in his eyes makes it so I can almost hear the unspoken words: “like he did me.”
We get up off the couch and Greg goes to the hallway to pick up my book bag before leading me to the guestroom. As I lay down on the fresh sheets Nick had put on the bed I feel more exhausted than I ever have in my life. I quickly fall asleep.
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