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nickngregTitle: Snø
Chapter: A chilly night, 4/18
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anmani
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG to NC-17
Genre: First time, romance.
Warning/Spoiler: The story is set early 2006, so anything before that. Minor spoilers for Brokeback Mountain as well.
Summary: Nick and Greg are off to a conference in a winter covered landscape.
Disclaimer: They belong to the CBS and not me.
Author's notes: I got this idea for a winter time fic in December 2005. It has taken me a while to write it, but I didn't want to post while still writing.serenity151979 has held my hand and patiently beta'ed the whole thing. dagdrommer has been a continuous source of inspiration and has created the banner and the icon for this fic.
Previous chapters:
Snowflakes, chapter 1
Snow angels, chapter 2
Ice storm, chapter 3
There were still people crowding the lobby, trying to get a room and the restaurant looked full already. Nick was hoping they wouldn’t have to go out to find food when Greg whispered room service.
“Only as a backup plan, the room’s so small we’d end up sitting on the bed eating and that’s messy.” the whining made Greg break out the goof ball smile while he illustrated chewing and spilling food.
Luck apparently still had something left for them and they got a table without too much waiting. The waiter listed the few still available meals and fortunately steak was on the menu. Greg ordered lamb though, still nostalgic with all their talk about Iceland, but Nick chose the steak albeit medium done and not rare like the one he ordered for Emma.
The restaurant was packed and the waiters kept on bringing in more tables and chairs. The noise level made it hard for any private conversation to take place, yet many people tried and Greg had a hard time not listening.
“Why do people think nobody listens?” Greg leaned in close to ask without any but Nick hearing him.
“Because they reckon everybody is as intent as them on their own conversation, besides it’s not polite to eavesdrop like that.” Nick lectured fiddling with his water glass.
“Not eavesdropping here, just sitting in a public place and not talking.” Greg’s attempt to look innocent morphed into a smirk.
“You’re impossible G.”
“Oh here you are.” Emma took the vacant chair, neither man getting up to pull it for her, mostly because it would take several people getting up.
“Yeah it’s getting really crowded here.” Nick acknowledged.
“Oh and you were so right about the bed being the biggest feature, there’s hardly room to mo..” Emma stopped abruptly as the waiter arrived with their food.
Greg ate and listened to Nick and Emma updating each other on recent cases. He wasn’t sure what to say and knew that being nervous would make him babble, so he opted for silence.
“You okay there G?” Nick gently touched his forearm as if to bring him out of a zone.
“Fine, just listening to you guys.” Greg refocused on his lamb chops and vegetables.
“So Nick did you manage to catch Brokeback after all?” Emma said as casually as if it was just any old movie.
“Hmm yeah a couple of weeks later, I just forgot to tell you the next time we talked.”
“How about you Greg, have you seen it?” Emma turned her attention to him.
“Ye-yes I have.” he was still trying to get over the fact that Nick had seen it and alone apparently.
“So what did you guys think of it?” Emma asked enthusiastically. Greg cast a glance at Nick trying to gauge his reaction to the revelation.
“I loved it and I was glad you’d warned me about….” Nick had lowered his voice considerably, obviously aware of the controversy the movie had caused.
“Strongest love story I’ve ever seen.” Greg stated quietly.
They began discussing the movie. It didn’t surprise Greg that Nick had cried his eyes out after leaving the theater. Nick however was very curious about his reactions making Greg feel like a suspect for a brief moment. He soon discovered that Emma was even worse in her pursuit for knowledge.
“Alright, alright enough, yes there were tears. Now can I go?” there was no mockery in the words only a true desire to get off the hook.
“Hey relax man, I already copped to crying my eyes out. So did you see it alone?” Nick held his hands up in a surrendering posture.
“Yeah, I was supposed to see it as a part of a date, but we didn’t even make to the main course.”
“At least you didn’t have to suffer through hours of meaningless small talk then.” Emma emphasized the word hours and rolled her eyes.
“No but, it was kind of disappointing you know.” Greg recalled the brunette that he’d asked on the date with sadness.
“Many dates are, there’s so much bullshit about how a date a supposed to be, that most people are way too uptight to enjoy themselves on a date.” Emma stated.
Nick had a feeling that a new subject was needed and he began to ask more about Iceland. They talked about the unique island until they had finished their meal. They didn’t linger over the food, knowing that many other people were waiting to eat as well. Nick, politely as ever, invited Emma to join them, but she declined claiming correctly that they all needed a good nights sleep.
After returning to the room there was hardly a word spoken and fifteen minutes later they settled down for sleep, Greg practically glued to the wall with his down comforter pulled tightly around him and Nick as close to the edge as he deemed safe. The light in the bathroom had been left on and the door ajar on Nick’s request. Greg really didn’t mind, working nights had him accustomed to sleeping in a light environment.
Nick was exhausted after having driven all day, but his mind was still busy dealing with all that had been said during the day and evening. He wanted to ask Greg who the date had been, but knew that it was none of his business and would only serve to insult if asked. There were so many things he wanted to talk about, but he’d been raised to suck it up and be a man. His current therapist fought hard to make him open up, but it wasn’t easy.
He turned over so he was facing Greg. Silently admiring every feature on the face before him, softened by the longer un-styled hair.
“You sleeping?” Nick whispered, not sure what to say if Greg was still awake.
“Trying to, why?” came the equally quiet reply.
“Just… no reason, ‘night.” Nick flipped back onto his other side.
”Once upon a time there was a rich man who lived happily for a long time with his wife. Together they had a single daughter. Then the woman became ill, and when she was lying on her deathbed, she called her daughter to her side, and said, "Dear child, I must leave you now, but I will look down on you from heaven. Plant a little tree on my grave, and when you want something, just shake the tree, and you shall get what you want. I will help you in time of need. Just remain pious and good." Then she closed her eyes and died. The child cried, and planted a little tree on her mother's grave. She did not need to carry any water to it, because her tears provided all the water that it needed.”
Greg continued with his perfect recital of ‘Cinderella’ until Nick was breathing softly clearly asleep. He wasn’t sure what Nick wanted, for a man usually wearing his emotions on his sleeve, Nick was sending out very mixed signals. Signals that had become more confusing after Kelly Gordon’s suicide. So he’d opted for his favorite fairytale, hoping that if Nick wanted something else he would stop him and ask for it.
His ability to remember had made it easy in school and gotten him the good grades, but he had caught a lot of flack for it by those who’d struggled hard in school. He snapped out of the memories and looked at the sleeping man in front of him. A man that he had watched and admired for years, but also a man that had been thrown many a hard punch and bounced back repeatedly. Only now it seemed as if he had been knocked so much off balance that the bouncing back had yet to happen.
Greg lost himself to a myriad of thoughts and was close to sleep when he heard someone pelting down the hallway and stopping at their door. “It’s me Emma!” the panicked voice was accompanied by a frantic knocking and Greg bolted from the bed to get the door before Nick woke.
He flung the door open and bit back any sound. The dishevelled look of the woman wrapped in a blanket told its own story and he gently ushered her inside. Nick had managed to get out of the bed and opened his arms to Emma, who stepped into the embrace and sniffled a recount of the nightmare. Greg climbed back into bed leaving Nick to take care of Emma.
Nick held her tight while whispering soft words of comfort. Years of being on call had taught him to wake in an instant when necessary and now was certainly one of those moments. Forgetting his own trouble, he carefully talked Emma down to a more coherent state.
“Can I stay with you guys?” the plea one of those he couldn’t bear to turn down.
Greg lay flush against the wall awake but not interrupting. He gave an accepting nod and Nick laid down again moving to the middle of the bed. He made sure to leave plenty of room between Emma and him, which meant that he and Greg got to share only one half of the bed.
“Tell it again.” Greg couldn’t hide a small smile at Nick’s request and he started his second recital of Cinderella for the night.
He was pretty sure that Nick was asleep before the ball and Emma made soft snoring sounds by the lost glass slipper. Greg wanted to roll onto his back, but he didn’t want to disturb Nick and with a sigh he remained on his side hoping for sleep to come soon. His thoughts wandered again and in the middle of his favorite fantasy about solving the crime of the century Emma started thrashing about.
It wasn’t until after he’d reached across and grabbed her shoulder that he remembered he shouldn’t be touching her. But as he attempted to withdraw his hand Emma grasped it hard.
“Did I wake you?” she panted, trying hard to pretend not to be scared.
“Nah, I slept most of the day, so it’s kinda hard falling asleep now.” Greg spoke softly to avoid waking Nick and to soothe her panic.
Emma sighed deeply and hugged his hand tight enough to leave marks. His arm was bent in a tiring angle since he didn’t want to wake Nick and Emma didn’t want to let go.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“It’s always the same, I’m focused on something when suddenly pain takes over and …” Emma struggled with the words until her throat was too thick for speaking. Greg just nodded and hoped that she felt safe lying in the same bed as them. He let his thumb gently caress her shoulder through several layers of fabric, as far as he could tell she was wearing a t-shirt underneath her pyjamas and had an extra blanket under the cover.
“It’s weird…” Emma took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she exhaled. Then opening them again as she began to speak. “I have nights, erh… days where I sleep like a baby and then suddenly wham, I’m right back in April on that scene and it plays out all over again.” she looked at him with eyes searching for help. “He has told you, hasn’t he?” Emma asked suddenly.
“He has.” the quiet confirmation was some of the more painful words he’d ever had to utter.
“The trial was last month and the nightmares came back with a vengeance. I mean he’s behind bars and is to remain there for a long time, yet I seem to be more afraid of him now than before.” the words came out between quiet sniffles and he continued stroking his thumb over the little part of her shoulder he could reach.
“I don’t know what to say. But I’ll listen if you need to talk.” Greg was desperately wracking his brain for the golden words, those that would make everything better. But he was more than aware that they didn’t exist, time was the cure just like it had been for him after the explosion.
Emma closed her eyes and let out a shaky sigh. “I’ve talked this to death!” she hissed.
She did talk, but not about the rape. Mostly they talked weird cases, trying to beat each other on that.
“He’s beautiful.” Emma stated after a brief silence. Greg followed her eyes to Nick’s sleeping form, where his arm now rested, and didn’t think before he nodded.
“Yeah. I’ve always preferred brunettes.” Greg said fondly, knowing that he’d been busted.
“Did he tell you that we… ehm… that we in our youth had a…. a brief moment together?” Emma staggered through the words, clearly embarrassed.
“Yup. Not a bad choice eh?” the flirtatious smile played across his face and Emma mirrored it.
“Nope, but it wouldn’t have worked in the long run. I would’ve used him. I’m hard on my partners.” She finished off with a yawn.
Emma released his hand and he slowly let it fell to the mattress, his elbow too tired to work properly and retrieve his arm fully. Nick, who’d been on his back while they’d talked, rolled on to his side thus facing Emma. Greg wondered how the Texan had managed to stay asleep during their whole séance, when his arm was stolen once again. In his sleep Nick grabbed it and snuggled closer to Greg.
Emma whispered good night and turned her back to them. He considered his options, but Nick tugged his arm harder whenever he tried to pull it back. With a deep sigh Greg settled around Nick, giving up all hope of sleeping on his back. His old fantasy about taking Nick to bed did not involve them both dressed in t-shirts and pyjama bottoms, or a woman for that matter.
Chapter: A chilly night, 4/18
Author:
anmaniPairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG to NC-17
Genre: First time, romance.
Warning/Spoiler: The story is set early 2006, so anything before that. Minor spoilers for Brokeback Mountain as well.
Summary: Nick and Greg are off to a conference in a winter covered landscape.
Disclaimer: They belong to the CBS and not me.
Author's notes: I got this idea for a winter time fic in December 2005. It has taken me a while to write it, but I didn't want to post while still writing.
serenity151979 has held my hand and patiently beta'ed the whole thing. dagdrommer has been a continuous source of inspiration and has created the banner and the icon for this fic.Previous chapters:
Snowflakes, chapter 1
Snow angels, chapter 2
Ice storm, chapter 3
There were still people crowding the lobby, trying to get a room and the restaurant looked full already. Nick was hoping they wouldn’t have to go out to find food when Greg whispered room service.
“Only as a backup plan, the room’s so small we’d end up sitting on the bed eating and that’s messy.” the whining made Greg break out the goof ball smile while he illustrated chewing and spilling food.
Luck apparently still had something left for them and they got a table without too much waiting. The waiter listed the few still available meals and fortunately steak was on the menu. Greg ordered lamb though, still nostalgic with all their talk about Iceland, but Nick chose the steak albeit medium done and not rare like the one he ordered for Emma.
The restaurant was packed and the waiters kept on bringing in more tables and chairs. The noise level made it hard for any private conversation to take place, yet many people tried and Greg had a hard time not listening.
“Why do people think nobody listens?” Greg leaned in close to ask without any but Nick hearing him.
“Because they reckon everybody is as intent as them on their own conversation, besides it’s not polite to eavesdrop like that.” Nick lectured fiddling with his water glass.
“Not eavesdropping here, just sitting in a public place and not talking.” Greg’s attempt to look innocent morphed into a smirk.
“You’re impossible G.”
“Oh here you are.” Emma took the vacant chair, neither man getting up to pull it for her, mostly because it would take several people getting up.
“Yeah it’s getting really crowded here.” Nick acknowledged.
“Oh and you were so right about the bed being the biggest feature, there’s hardly room to mo..” Emma stopped abruptly as the waiter arrived with their food.
Greg ate and listened to Nick and Emma updating each other on recent cases. He wasn’t sure what to say and knew that being nervous would make him babble, so he opted for silence.
“You okay there G?” Nick gently touched his forearm as if to bring him out of a zone.
“Fine, just listening to you guys.” Greg refocused on his lamb chops and vegetables.
“So Nick did you manage to catch Brokeback after all?” Emma said as casually as if it was just any old movie.
“Hmm yeah a couple of weeks later, I just forgot to tell you the next time we talked.”
“How about you Greg, have you seen it?” Emma turned her attention to him.
“Ye-yes I have.” he was still trying to get over the fact that Nick had seen it and alone apparently.
“So what did you guys think of it?” Emma asked enthusiastically. Greg cast a glance at Nick trying to gauge his reaction to the revelation.
“I loved it and I was glad you’d warned me about….” Nick had lowered his voice considerably, obviously aware of the controversy the movie had caused.
“Strongest love story I’ve ever seen.” Greg stated quietly.
They began discussing the movie. It didn’t surprise Greg that Nick had cried his eyes out after leaving the theater. Nick however was very curious about his reactions making Greg feel like a suspect for a brief moment. He soon discovered that Emma was even worse in her pursuit for knowledge.
“Alright, alright enough, yes there were tears. Now can I go?” there was no mockery in the words only a true desire to get off the hook.
“Hey relax man, I already copped to crying my eyes out. So did you see it alone?” Nick held his hands up in a surrendering posture.
“Yeah, I was supposed to see it as a part of a date, but we didn’t even make to the main course.”
“At least you didn’t have to suffer through hours of meaningless small talk then.” Emma emphasized the word hours and rolled her eyes.
“No but, it was kind of disappointing you know.” Greg recalled the brunette that he’d asked on the date with sadness.
“Many dates are, there’s so much bullshit about how a date a supposed to be, that most people are way too uptight to enjoy themselves on a date.” Emma stated.
Nick had a feeling that a new subject was needed and he began to ask more about Iceland. They talked about the unique island until they had finished their meal. They didn’t linger over the food, knowing that many other people were waiting to eat as well. Nick, politely as ever, invited Emma to join them, but she declined claiming correctly that they all needed a good nights sleep.
After returning to the room there was hardly a word spoken and fifteen minutes later they settled down for sleep, Greg practically glued to the wall with his down comforter pulled tightly around him and Nick as close to the edge as he deemed safe. The light in the bathroom had been left on and the door ajar on Nick’s request. Greg really didn’t mind, working nights had him accustomed to sleeping in a light environment.
Nick was exhausted after having driven all day, but his mind was still busy dealing with all that had been said during the day and evening. He wanted to ask Greg who the date had been, but knew that it was none of his business and would only serve to insult if asked. There were so many things he wanted to talk about, but he’d been raised to suck it up and be a man. His current therapist fought hard to make him open up, but it wasn’t easy.
He turned over so he was facing Greg. Silently admiring every feature on the face before him, softened by the longer un-styled hair.
“You sleeping?” Nick whispered, not sure what to say if Greg was still awake.
“Trying to, why?” came the equally quiet reply.
“Just… no reason, ‘night.” Nick flipped back onto his other side.
”Once upon a time there was a rich man who lived happily for a long time with his wife. Together they had a single daughter. Then the woman became ill, and when she was lying on her deathbed, she called her daughter to her side, and said, "Dear child, I must leave you now, but I will look down on you from heaven. Plant a little tree on my grave, and when you want something, just shake the tree, and you shall get what you want. I will help you in time of need. Just remain pious and good." Then she closed her eyes and died. The child cried, and planted a little tree on her mother's grave. She did not need to carry any water to it, because her tears provided all the water that it needed.”
Greg continued with his perfect recital of ‘Cinderella’ until Nick was breathing softly clearly asleep. He wasn’t sure what Nick wanted, for a man usually wearing his emotions on his sleeve, Nick was sending out very mixed signals. Signals that had become more confusing after Kelly Gordon’s suicide. So he’d opted for his favorite fairytale, hoping that if Nick wanted something else he would stop him and ask for it.
His ability to remember had made it easy in school and gotten him the good grades, but he had caught a lot of flack for it by those who’d struggled hard in school. He snapped out of the memories and looked at the sleeping man in front of him. A man that he had watched and admired for years, but also a man that had been thrown many a hard punch and bounced back repeatedly. Only now it seemed as if he had been knocked so much off balance that the bouncing back had yet to happen.
Greg lost himself to a myriad of thoughts and was close to sleep when he heard someone pelting down the hallway and stopping at their door. “It’s me Emma!” the panicked voice was accompanied by a frantic knocking and Greg bolted from the bed to get the door before Nick woke.
He flung the door open and bit back any sound. The dishevelled look of the woman wrapped in a blanket told its own story and he gently ushered her inside. Nick had managed to get out of the bed and opened his arms to Emma, who stepped into the embrace and sniffled a recount of the nightmare. Greg climbed back into bed leaving Nick to take care of Emma.
Nick held her tight while whispering soft words of comfort. Years of being on call had taught him to wake in an instant when necessary and now was certainly one of those moments. Forgetting his own trouble, he carefully talked Emma down to a more coherent state.
“Can I stay with you guys?” the plea one of those he couldn’t bear to turn down.
Greg lay flush against the wall awake but not interrupting. He gave an accepting nod and Nick laid down again moving to the middle of the bed. He made sure to leave plenty of room between Emma and him, which meant that he and Greg got to share only one half of the bed.
“Tell it again.” Greg couldn’t hide a small smile at Nick’s request and he started his second recital of Cinderella for the night.
He was pretty sure that Nick was asleep before the ball and Emma made soft snoring sounds by the lost glass slipper. Greg wanted to roll onto his back, but he didn’t want to disturb Nick and with a sigh he remained on his side hoping for sleep to come soon. His thoughts wandered again and in the middle of his favorite fantasy about solving the crime of the century Emma started thrashing about.
It wasn’t until after he’d reached across and grabbed her shoulder that he remembered he shouldn’t be touching her. But as he attempted to withdraw his hand Emma grasped it hard.
“Did I wake you?” she panted, trying hard to pretend not to be scared.
“Nah, I slept most of the day, so it’s kinda hard falling asleep now.” Greg spoke softly to avoid waking Nick and to soothe her panic.
Emma sighed deeply and hugged his hand tight enough to leave marks. His arm was bent in a tiring angle since he didn’t want to wake Nick and Emma didn’t want to let go.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“It’s always the same, I’m focused on something when suddenly pain takes over and …” Emma struggled with the words until her throat was too thick for speaking. Greg just nodded and hoped that she felt safe lying in the same bed as them. He let his thumb gently caress her shoulder through several layers of fabric, as far as he could tell she was wearing a t-shirt underneath her pyjamas and had an extra blanket under the cover.
“It’s weird…” Emma took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she exhaled. Then opening them again as she began to speak. “I have nights, erh… days where I sleep like a baby and then suddenly wham, I’m right back in April on that scene and it plays out all over again.” she looked at him with eyes searching for help. “He has told you, hasn’t he?” Emma asked suddenly.
“He has.” the quiet confirmation was some of the more painful words he’d ever had to utter.
“The trial was last month and the nightmares came back with a vengeance. I mean he’s behind bars and is to remain there for a long time, yet I seem to be more afraid of him now than before.” the words came out between quiet sniffles and he continued stroking his thumb over the little part of her shoulder he could reach.
“I don’t know what to say. But I’ll listen if you need to talk.” Greg was desperately wracking his brain for the golden words, those that would make everything better. But he was more than aware that they didn’t exist, time was the cure just like it had been for him after the explosion.
Emma closed her eyes and let out a shaky sigh. “I’ve talked this to death!” she hissed.
She did talk, but not about the rape. Mostly they talked weird cases, trying to beat each other on that.
“He’s beautiful.” Emma stated after a brief silence. Greg followed her eyes to Nick’s sleeping form, where his arm now rested, and didn’t think before he nodded.
“Yeah. I’ve always preferred brunettes.” Greg said fondly, knowing that he’d been busted.
“Did he tell you that we… ehm… that we in our youth had a…. a brief moment together?” Emma staggered through the words, clearly embarrassed.
“Yup. Not a bad choice eh?” the flirtatious smile played across his face and Emma mirrored it.
“Nope, but it wouldn’t have worked in the long run. I would’ve used him. I’m hard on my partners.” She finished off with a yawn.
Emma released his hand and he slowly let it fell to the mattress, his elbow too tired to work properly and retrieve his arm fully. Nick, who’d been on his back while they’d talked, rolled on to his side thus facing Emma. Greg wondered how the Texan had managed to stay asleep during their whole séance, when his arm was stolen once again. In his sleep Nick grabbed it and snuggled closer to Greg.
Emma whispered good night and turned her back to them. He considered his options, but Nick tugged his arm harder whenever he tried to pull it back. With a deep sigh Greg settled around Nick, giving up all hope of sleeping on his back. His old fantasy about taking Nick to bed did not involve them both dressed in t-shirts and pyjama bottoms, or a woman for that matter.
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Date: 2006-04-22 09:18 pm (UTC)Really cannot wait until the next one. *sigh* so adorable.
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Date: 2006-04-23 07:11 am (UTC)I'm so happy to see that you like Emma, I spent a lot of time on creating her.
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Date: 2006-04-22 09:52 pm (UTC)Ha. Loved that line :) I love how they're all trying to get over something bad what's happened to them. I don't know why, it just adds a whole new element to it... especially the fact that Nick and Emma had a 'brief moment' together.
I loved those lines in the last chapter where Emma said something about wanting something that's only just stopped mooing lol. That provided some laughter for me :)
Anyways, I'll be eagerly waiting for the next chapter.
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Date: 2006-04-23 07:13 am (UTC)Emma wouldn't ask for a rare steak, that's not her speak. Glad you found it amusing.
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Date: 2006-04-23 07:15 am (UTC)Great tension that was.
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Date: 2006-04-23 08:48 pm (UTC)The slow built up it my absolute favourite.
Let's wait and see about Nicky, he might yet open up to the love that is Greg Sanders.
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