More fic, because I'm twisted that way
Feb. 11th, 2007 04:13 pmThis was originally written for the Only_Nicky “Broken Hearted” challenge
“Please”
Nick and Greg
PG
It was frightening how quickly something so wonderful had turned into a nightmare. Nick knew it was his fault. He knew that, but he didn’t know how to fix it. It had been his idea to start the relationship with Greg, even though he’d never quite gotten around to telling his parents he preferred men. He’d always thought he’d sit them down on one of his infrequent visits to Texas. But the years passed and instead of the words getting easier to say, they glued tighter to his tongue.
He’d never been as happy as he had been those months with Greg. He’d laughed more, lived more than in all the years gone before. But, he’d ruined things with Greg, like he had with everyone he’d begun a relationship with. His fears and insecurities had cost him far too much this time. Nick didn’t really know if he could recover from this.
Greg had wanted to make this trip with him. He’d wanted to see where Nick had grown up and meet some of the people who had had a hand in shaping him into the man he was. Of course, Nick had refused. He’d had too. Greg hadn’t understood, in fact he’d been deeply hurt. Nick tried to explain, and that’s when things went spectacularly wrong.
He’d inferred that Greg’s parents accepted his life-style choices because they were still hippie-dippie types, still getting high and not concerned about Greg enough to care one way or the other. Of course, he’d been totally out of line. The Sanders were solid, good people who were crazy about their only child. He’d then gone from bad to worse by saying that one look at Greg would be enough for Nick’s dad to know he was a fag. He’d used that awful word, thrown it in Greg’s face like a slap.
When Greg had recovered enough to speak, all he had said was goodbye.
So here he sat, under the concerned scrutiny of his parents, unable to tell them why he was crying. Unable to tell them what he’d lost to his own stupidity. It was stupid. Most of his friends, co-workers, even most of his family knew. Why couldn’t he share that vital part of himself with his folks? Why couldn’t he stop crying?
“Who’s the guy that hurt you like this?”
Did his father just say what he thought he said?
“Don’t look so shocked. I’m a judge; your mother has a law degree. We are reasonably smart. We took a page from your book and followed the evidence. You’re thirty-seven, attractive, intelligent, have a good job and charming manners, yet you’ve never had a serious relationship with a woman. Come on, how hard do you think we had to work to figure it out? So. Who’s the guy that broke your heart?”
“Me.” A masterpiece of coherence. It was all he could manage.
“What’s his name?” Of course his mom would want details. That’s just how moms are.
“Greg.”
“From the lab? The pretty one with the hair?”
Nick almost smiled at the description. Well, he was pretty. “Yeah.”
“Have you called him? Once he knows how miserable you are, I’m sure he’ll accept your apology.”
Nick snorted. “No, I don’t think so, mom. Not this time.”
“Have you called him?” She patiently asked again. “If he picks up, you’ve got a chance. If you don’t try, how important is he going to believe he is to you? Call.” They rose to give him some privacy.
Taking out his phone, Nick hit the speed dial. “Please, please, please.”
“Hello.”
“I’m so glad you picked up, G. Can we talk?”
“What about?”
“Let me start by saying that I love you, I know I’m an ass, and I’m so, so sorry that I hurt you. I love you, and I want to fix this, if you’ll give me a chance.”
“I’m listening.”
For the first time all week Nick felt a glimmer of hope breaking through the aching hole in his chest. Maybe, just maybe he hadn’t ruined things beyond repair.
“I want you to come to Texas…”
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Date: 2007-02-11 11:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-12 04:18 am (UTC)Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2007-02-12 03:43 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-02-12 04:11 am (UTC)(Anybody else flashing to Sally Field?)
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Date: 2007-02-12 03:53 am (UTC)In this case, I'm glad I did. You've got either an awesome stand-alone fic here; or, if you choose to go that route, the start of a fairly engrossing ongoing fic.
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Date: 2007-02-12 04:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-12 03:49 pm (UTC)stealborrow it? :)no subject
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Date: 2007-02-12 04:05 am (UTC)Did I mention that As much as I love your angst, I adore your Nick and Greg love.........
lori
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Date: 2007-02-12 04:15 am (UTC)Thanks for reading. I'm actually gaining a little confidence in my writing. I don't expect to be terrific. I'm sort of striving for journeyman status.
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Date: 2007-02-12 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-12 06:27 am (UTC)I am glad you like my stories...and as Peter won't be home for two and a half months, I'll probably write more!
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Date: 2007-02-12 02:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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