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Title: So Beautiful.
Chapter: Two.
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, really.
Genre: Angst. Romance. Post-Ep.
Summary: Post ep for Feeling the Heat. Greg's angst about the case and the events afterwards. I pretty much hate this story, but I'm anal retentive and need to finish it.

The truth was that even though Nick Stokes knew deep inside that he loved his daughter with all of his heart, he couldn’t help but resent her simply because of where she came from. Amelia Jaimee Sanders-Stokes was the product of what Greg Sanders called the best mistake that he ever made.

 

They had only been together for two years. Two amazing, spectacular years that according to Nick were perfect from the very beginning. The second that his lips touched Greg’s; he knew that he would never feel the same way about anybody else for the rest of his life. And of course he knew how sappy and clichéd it was, Nick never was one for sentiment. His lack of romantic gestures often lead Greg to believe that he wasn’t nearly as important to Nick as Nick was to him. But even though he had trouble expressing his love for Greg, Nick still felt it in every part of his body. For him, the sun rose and set with Greg and whatever his lover wanted, he got. Except that Greg only wanted one thing from his partner, and it was the one thing that Nick wasn’t willing to give him.

 

“Why can’t we tell people, Nick? I don’t understand.”

 

“No, you don’t understand. You’re wacky Greg Sanders. People wouldn’t be surprise if …”

 

“If what, Nick? If they knew that I like cock?”

 

“Why are you always so blunt about it?”

 

“Because it’s true, and so do you. If you can’t accept that enough to tell the people that you care about then what are we even doing?”

”I ... don’t know, Greg. Right now, I honestly don’t know.

 

They’d had arguments before, sure. The first week of their relationship they argued so much about what movie to see at the cinema, both men eventually decided to stay at their respective homes. Their first anniversary was spent in the emergency room after Greg got so angry at Nick for forgetting about it, that he tripped and fell down the front stairs, breaking his foot. But this argument felt different to both men. It had a tinge of finality to it, almost as though they were both too far tired to contemplate fixing it.

 

When Greg left Nick’s apartment that morning, he didn’t know where he was going. His own place felt disgustingly lonely and didn’t have any alcohol to numb his pain, so he just started walking. Strolling down the strip at 10am just confirmed to Greg that Vegas, like his mind, never stopped. It was constantly bustling with new information and distractions, constantly moving and couldn’t sit still. He supposed that’s why he moved to Las Vegas in the first place; because it reminded Greg of himself. He found home within the confines of the flashing bills and the flashing cars. Walking into the closest bar, he was instantly grateful that there was no such thing as closing hour in the city of sin. He sat down at the bar, next to a short brunette woman with deep brown eyes.

 

"You look like you could use a drink." Her breath smelt like peppermint, and as a perfectly manicured fingernail brushed a hair off of her face, Greg found himself watching her lips intently.

 

"Yeah. Rough day." He replied, grateful for the company.

 

"And it's only 10. Can I buy you a drink?"

 

"Sure. Vodka on the rocks." Greg suddenly realised how tired he was and dropped his head into his hands. "Better make that a double."

 

He couldn't tell you what happened next. A few too many doubles and the distinct feel of a woman's fingers against his skin seduced him in a way that he hadn't even realised he missed. He'd always known that he preferred men to women, but there was a part of him that couldn't resist a woman's lure. When he left Natasha's apartment later that day, his skin no longer felt hot and balmy as it did under her fingertips. It felt dirty, wrong, disgusting. Scrubbing away at it in the shower before work he wondered how he would ever be able to explain to Nick what he did. And whether or not Nick could ever forgive him.

 

After he slept with Natasha, Greg couldn’t concentrate on anything. Work seemed to be a blur to him, and his relationship with Nick was deteriorating fast. He knew that he had to do something to fix it, and coming clean seemed like the only thing left to do. So in true Greg Sanders tradition, he didn’t plan it. Didn’t think about what he was going to say before he said it, didn’t take Nick out for a nice dinner and then casually slip it in between first and second course. They were sitting on the end of Nick’s bed, eyes focused on the television but neither was really watching.

 

“We need to talk, Nick”

 

“I know.”

”I slept with someone else.”

”I know.”

”How do you know?”

 

“Sometimes you just know, Greg. Who was it?”

”Some girl I met at a bar.”

”Classy.”

 

“Don’t do this. Don’t be passive. Get angry, Nick. Yell. Throw things. Kick me out. Break up with me. Do whatever you want, but don’t get passive.”

 

“I don’t have any energy left for this.”

 

“But I love you, Nick. I don’t want this to be the end.”

”I love you too. You know I do. I don’t want to lose you, but I don’t know how to fix this.”

 

“Promise me that we’ll try.”

 

“I promise.”

It appeared after all the cards were laid on the table, that things were improving for the prodigal couple. Nick agreed to pay more attention to their relationship, Greg agreed that he needed to be more lenient and stop pushing Nick into telling people when he clearly wasn’t ready. For almost a year it seemed that their relationship was revitalised, and they fell more and more in love with each other than they ever had been. Of course they still had arguments, and of course Greg still occasionally stormed off in a flurry of abusive words. But every time he thought about stepping foot inside a bar he thought of Natasha and how simply by meeting her at the wrong time, he almost ruined the single greatest thing that had ever been given to him.

 

Until a phone call late in December ruptured the foundations of their newly stable relationship.

 

“Hello, this is Julia Lawson; I’m a nurse here at Desert Palms Hospital. Is this Gregory Sanders?”

Comments

[chaosy.livejournal.com]

I need you to finish this story. Because this rocks.

[heartagram-lala.livejournal.com]

omg!!!

how can u not like this story, its awesome! haha

[heartagram-lala.livejournal.com]

forgot to mention...

im wondering how nick n greg got the baby, did the mother not want it? cant wait to see what happens.

and i can understand nick's hostility towards her (baby) and feeling guilty about it.

lots of interesting twists and turns, i want more!

as long as there is a happy ending u can do whatever you like to them in the middle, ROFL

[hrroyalgeekness.livejournal.com]

Please give us more. This is awesome.

[anchordown.livejournal.com]

Icon love. :)

[theboysgonehome.livejournal.com]

I love that it's Greg's baby. It always seems to be Nick's in fics, so I like the twist.