Fic:Disintegration Chapter 8
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nickngregTitle: Disintegration
Author: Seether_79
Rating: R just to be safe (for language only at this point. And sexual references I guess. Plus some violence in this chapter.)
Beta: Much love goes out to the awesome Jayceepat
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of its characters.
Summary: Nick and Greg both make mistakes and things end badly. Can they forgive one another or is it really the end
A/N: I was blown away by all your wonderful reviews, thank you so much. Hope you enjoy this next chapter :)
Chapter 8: One of a Kind
“Don’t do that” Ron said in an icy voice as he pointed a gun at Greg’s head. Greg quickly put his hands out to show that he wasn’t holding anything. It was times like these Greg wished he had listened to Nick’s nagging about him needing to carry a gun.
“Ron you need to put down the gun” Greg said as he tried to remain calm but it was hard considering the fact the weirdo his ex had fucked was threatening his life.
“No, I don’t think that would be a smart thing to do. The moment I put down this gun you’ll call the cops and I can’t have you doing that” Ron told him.
“I don’t understand this” Greg told him. He was trembling a little from nerves and wished it would stop.
“It’s not that complicated Greg. You never deserved him, he’s better than you!” Ron shouted and Greg was surprised by how quickly his manner had changed.
“Nick” Greg said softly. He really wished Nick was here right now. He would know what to do.
Ron walked over to Greg and got Greg’s phone out of his pocket and threw it in the bed. “Sit down” Ron said as he pointed the gun in the direction of the office chair Greg had sitting near his desk. Greg did what he said and sat in the chair. Ron got a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket and cuffed Greg’s right wrist to the armrest of the chair. “I found those in one of your boxes” Ron told him as he leaned down and tied Greg’s legs tightly together. Greg only had one free limb now, his left arm.
Greg recognized the handcuffs as the ones he and Nick used when they were feeling a little kinky. They were proper cuffs, the type you need a key to get out of. Greg was torn between fear and wanting to know why Ron was doing this; and why Ron was dressed in his clothes and had remade himself to look just like Greg. “You were stalking me.”
“I wasn’t stalking you. I was studying you; I needed to know what you were like. Nick loves you so much I knew the only way to get him was to become you. At first I just watched you, but then I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to know why you had said all those hurtful things to Nick but every time you answered your phone I realized it was too soon to talk.”
“What things?” Greg asked him trying to keep his voice sturdy.
“I saw Nick that night Greg” Ron said in a frustrated voice as if he just expected Greg to know what he was talking about. “You told Nick that you didn’t love him. That being with him was a mistake. Nick is such a great guy why would you say those things to him. I don’t get you; you didn’t even know how lucky you were.”
“I was angry” Greg simply replied. He was pulling his arm to see if he could break free but the handcuffs and chair were both too strong.
“You had no right to treat him like that. He was heartbroken; you should have seem him” Ron told Greg. “But then we made love and it was amazing… So amazing.”
Greg felt like rolling his eyes at the man who was so obviously insane but figured it wasn’t a good idea considering he still had a tight hold on the gun. “Exactly, then Nick and I broke up. I don’t understand why you’ve been ‘studying’ me.”
“I told you. Because he loves you, and I want his love. I have to become you to have his affection” Ron said and Greg couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Ron, he’ll know that you’re not me” Greg said slowly and in a low voice not wanting to piss the crazy man off.
“I know that; I’m not dense. But If I’m exactly like you; if I look like you and act like you and have the same interests as you, then he’ll love me like he did you. I just have to get it right. I need to get it perfect”
“How did you get into my house?” Greg asked him. Ron had clearly been in here to get his cloths and see the things he liked on his free time, all part of getting his ‘Greg’ act together.
“I got into your house because you’re a drunken whore” Ron said snidely. “You left your keys in the bathroom of the club when you were practically fucking that friend of yours.”
“You were at the club” Greg said surprised as he remembered the night Logan had propositioned him in the bathroom. Ron must really be nuts cause Greg had turned Logan away that night not ‘practically fucked him’.
“Studying you” Ron told him, “Then I followed you to Nick’s. The nerve you had calling him after acting like a slut all night. I bet you two fucked didn’t you?” Ron demanded to know as he took an intimidating step towards Greg.
“No” Greg answered. But Ron wasn’t satisfied with that answer. He grabbed Greg by the hair and yanked his head up to face him.
“Don’t lie” Ron spat.
“I’m not” Greg said as he ignored the pain of having his hair practically pulled out.
“Yes you are” Ron said as he let go of Greg and took a step back. “But it doesn’t matter. I knew I had to take action after that. I left you the note and at first I thought it had worked, that you had finally done something smart. You stayed away from my man just like I wanted. But there was one thing I didn’t account for. And that was Nick’s feelings for you… I don’t know why he loves you when he can have so much more.”
“He doesn’t love me” Greg whispered. “If he loved me then he wouldn’t have cheated on me.”
“You stupid man” Ron said as he shook his head. “Of course he still loves you, that’s why I have to do this. I saw him a few days ago and he made his feelings clear. If I want us to be together like I know we’re meant to be, then I have to become the thing he loves. And I have to get rid of the person he loves.”
Greg looked up at Ron now with wide eyes. Did that mean he was going to kill him? Greg was beginning to feel even more scared now. “Nick will never forgive you” Greg told him hoping that it would make sense in Ron’s warped mind.
“He won’t know” Ron said in such a cold voice that it actually sent shivers down Greg’s spine. “And when he’s mourning you, I’ll show up and comfort him. And he’ll see that I’m just like you but better. We’ll be happy together.”
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“Hey Wendy” Nick said as he walked into the DNA lab.
“Hey Nick, do you have a sample for me?” Wendy asked.
“No all I got was this weird white substance, I gave it to Hodges and asked him to beep me with the results” Nick told her. “I was wondering if you gave Greg a lift to work because we can’t find him.”
“No he told me he was going to get a cab in. I told him I didn’t mind but he insisted he would find his own way here, I guess he didn’t want to ask too many favors in one day” Wendy told him.
“He hasn’t shown up yet” Nick told her. “We’ve tried calling his cell but there’s no answer. Grissom is pretty annoyed.”
“He looked pretty tired; maybe he fell asleep” Wendy suggested.
“That’s not like him” Nick said in a worried tone.
“I’m sure everything is all right” Wendy assured him.
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Greg was pulling his arm so hard that the handcuffs were cutting into his skin. He could feel the stinging as blood trickled out of the self inflicted wounds. “Stop doing that” Ron told him.
“Please think about this Ron. I’m a CSI; my co-workers will figure this out. You’ll go to jail, you don’t want that?” Greg tried to tell him but Ron wasn’t listening to him.
“I really think me and Nick will be perfect together. We are so well matched” Ron rambled. He had been doing this for the last half an hour. Going on and on about his and Nick’s non existent relationship while Greg tried to think of a way out of this situation.
Greg’s cell phone had rang several times but Ron just ignored it. Greg wasn’t sure of how or when Ron was planning on killing him but he was sure that was the man’s plan. He had mentioned Greg’s demise several times and how it would serve as a way for him and Nick to become even closer. “I must say Greg you do have good taste.”
“What?” Greg asked.
“Your clothes are really nice” Ron said as he lifted one of Greg’s shirts up and placed it across his own body. “I guess I’m lucky we’re the same size.”
The chair Greg was cuffed to had rollers on the bottom of it. Greg had been shifting his body weight to get it to roll closer to the door a little bit at a time hoping Ron wouldn’t notice. Greg had no idea what it would achieve but he had to do something rather than just sit there. “Ron, Nick will recognize my clothes.”
“Shut up!” Ron screamed as he slammed the butt of the gun into Greg’s temple.
“Fuck!” Greg shouted with pain when the hard steel connected with his head. His head was throbbing and blood was flowing down his face, all he could see out of his left eye was red.
“This is entirely your fault you know! You’ve some how convinced him you’re the only one for him. You have really done a number on him you fuck. But I’ll make him see the truth, you’re nothing but dirt. You don’t even deserve to breathe the same air as Nick” Ron yelled.
“Please” Greg said in a soft voice; He was starting to feel a bit dizzy. “Let me go.”
“You have to die… It’s the only way” Ron said suddenly becoming calm again.
“I don’t want to die” Greg told him as he used his free arm to wipe blood away from his face. He pulled a little on the cuffs again which did not go un-noticed by Ron.
“Pulling isn’t going to help you!” Ron yelled as he grabbed Greg trapped arm and also pulled on it. The cuffs dug deeper into Greg’s wrist; there was also a sickening pop that came from his shoulder. Greg couldn’t help but scream in pain.
Greg’s brain started working as he realized that the gun Ron was holding was in reaching distance of his free hand. He reached out to try and grab it but Ron saw what he was doing and stepped back quickly while pointing the gun at Greg’s head. “Don’t try to be tricky; you can’t pull that crap on me.”
Greg was in too much pain to respond. He just sat there breathing hard as he tried to figure out how he was going to get out of this. He wished he’d bought a cheaper chair. A cheaper chair would have broken and he would be free. He also wished he hadn’t bought such a good pair of handcuffs. Mostly he was wishing and praying that he wouldn’t die.
“What’s wrong Greg, normally you’re so talkative?” Ron teased. He was still pointing the gun at Greg’s head.
“You’re insane” Greg told him. Up until this point Greg had bitten his tongue and not said what he wanted to out of fear. But he was beginning to think he was going to die either way so he might as well tell Ron the truth. “You are fucking nuts if you think Nick will ever love a psycho like you. You have more of a chance of flying to the moon than Nick wanting to fuck you again. He doesn’t give two fucks about you. You’re just some random dick he had a drunken screw with. You’re nothing more than a bad memory to him.”
“Shut your fucking, lying, little mouth” Ron shouted furiously. “Fuck you!”
“I thought you wanted to talk” Greg said bitterly. “What’s the matter Ron? Don’t like hearing the truth.”
“You don’t know. You don’t know what we have, what we mean to each other” Ron told Greg.
“You mean nothing to Nick!” Greg yelled at him trying to make him understand.
“Shut up!” Ron screamed as he punched Greg hard across the jaw. Greg made another attempt to get the gun but Ron noticed. He used his leg to kick Greg in the stomach which caused the chair to move. Greg and the chair rolled until they hit the wall and fell to the side.
“Fuck” Greg mumbled. His free arm was now pinned under himself and the chair. His head was lying on the floor of his bedroom and he could see his blood on the carpet. He twisted his body slightly but stopped when the pain in his shoulder became worse. He was pretty sure his arm was dislocated.
“I think we’ve done enough talking now” Ron said as he pointed the gun at Greg. “I think it’s time to end this.”
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“Grissom I have a really bad feeling” Nick told his boss.
“Greg’s been acting strangely since you two ended your relationship. I don’t think there’s foul play here” Grissom replied.
“I’m telling you Greg wouldn’t just skip work” Nick said. Nick was sure something wasn’t right, he could just feel it. And being a CSI had taught him not only do you have to trust the evidence but you also have to trust your instincts.
“This was the first social event in two years that you two didn’t attend together. Maybe that hit him harder than any of us realized” Grissom suggested as Sara walked into the room.
“I really don’t think that’s what is going on here” Nick replied.
“Same here” Sara added. She knew that no matter what was going on Greg wouldn’t just skip work with out even ringing. Greg was flaky in some aspects of his life but not like this.
“What do you think is going on then?” Grissom asked them.
“I’m not sure” Nick answered honestly. “Just let me go to his place and make sure he’s okay.”
“Okay. But we’re already one person short so don’t take too long.”
“Wait, I should go” Sara said.
“No I should go” Nick argued with her. He didn’t know why but he had the feeling that Greg needed him.
“Nick, you two aren’t on great terms at the moment” Sara reminded him.
“I don’t care. Please just let me be the one to go and check on him” Nick gave Sara his best pleading look.
“…Fine, you go” Sara told him. She wasn’t sure if Greg would be pissed but she figured he would get over it eventually.
“Thanks” Nick told her before he rushed out of the room. He really hoped his instincts were wrong because his gut was telling him that something was seriously wrong and he didn’t want to think about what that could be.
TBC
A/N: Thanks for reading and reviews are always appreciated and loved :)
Author: Seether_79
Rating: R just to be safe (for language only at this point. And sexual references I guess. Plus some violence in this chapter.)
Beta: Much love goes out to the awesome Jayceepat
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of its characters.
Summary: Nick and Greg both make mistakes and things end badly. Can they forgive one another or is it really the end
A/N: I was blown away by all your wonderful reviews, thank you so much. Hope you enjoy this next chapter :)
Chapter 8: One of a Kind
“Don’t do that” Ron said in an icy voice as he pointed a gun at Greg’s head. Greg quickly put his hands out to show that he wasn’t holding anything. It was times like these Greg wished he had listened to Nick’s nagging about him needing to carry a gun.
“Ron you need to put down the gun” Greg said as he tried to remain calm but it was hard considering the fact the weirdo his ex had fucked was threatening his life.
“No, I don’t think that would be a smart thing to do. The moment I put down this gun you’ll call the cops and I can’t have you doing that” Ron told him.
“I don’t understand this” Greg told him. He was trembling a little from nerves and wished it would stop.
“It’s not that complicated Greg. You never deserved him, he’s better than you!” Ron shouted and Greg was surprised by how quickly his manner had changed.
“Nick” Greg said softly. He really wished Nick was here right now. He would know what to do.
Ron walked over to Greg and got Greg’s phone out of his pocket and threw it in the bed. “Sit down” Ron said as he pointed the gun in the direction of the office chair Greg had sitting near his desk. Greg did what he said and sat in the chair. Ron got a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket and cuffed Greg’s right wrist to the armrest of the chair. “I found those in one of your boxes” Ron told him as he leaned down and tied Greg’s legs tightly together. Greg only had one free limb now, his left arm.
Greg recognized the handcuffs as the ones he and Nick used when they were feeling a little kinky. They were proper cuffs, the type you need a key to get out of. Greg was torn between fear and wanting to know why Ron was doing this; and why Ron was dressed in his clothes and had remade himself to look just like Greg. “You were stalking me.”
“I wasn’t stalking you. I was studying you; I needed to know what you were like. Nick loves you so much I knew the only way to get him was to become you. At first I just watched you, but then I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to know why you had said all those hurtful things to Nick but every time you answered your phone I realized it was too soon to talk.”
“What things?” Greg asked him trying to keep his voice sturdy.
“I saw Nick that night Greg” Ron said in a frustrated voice as if he just expected Greg to know what he was talking about. “You told Nick that you didn’t love him. That being with him was a mistake. Nick is such a great guy why would you say those things to him. I don’t get you; you didn’t even know how lucky you were.”
“I was angry” Greg simply replied. He was pulling his arm to see if he could break free but the handcuffs and chair were both too strong.
“You had no right to treat him like that. He was heartbroken; you should have seem him” Ron told Greg. “But then we made love and it was amazing… So amazing.”
Greg felt like rolling his eyes at the man who was so obviously insane but figured it wasn’t a good idea considering he still had a tight hold on the gun. “Exactly, then Nick and I broke up. I don’t understand why you’ve been ‘studying’ me.”
“I told you. Because he loves you, and I want his love. I have to become you to have his affection” Ron said and Greg couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Ron, he’ll know that you’re not me” Greg said slowly and in a low voice not wanting to piss the crazy man off.
“I know that; I’m not dense. But If I’m exactly like you; if I look like you and act like you and have the same interests as you, then he’ll love me like he did you. I just have to get it right. I need to get it perfect”
“How did you get into my house?” Greg asked him. Ron had clearly been in here to get his cloths and see the things he liked on his free time, all part of getting his ‘Greg’ act together.
“I got into your house because you’re a drunken whore” Ron said snidely. “You left your keys in the bathroom of the club when you were practically fucking that friend of yours.”
“You were at the club” Greg said surprised as he remembered the night Logan had propositioned him in the bathroom. Ron must really be nuts cause Greg had turned Logan away that night not ‘practically fucked him’.
“Studying you” Ron told him, “Then I followed you to Nick’s. The nerve you had calling him after acting like a slut all night. I bet you two fucked didn’t you?” Ron demanded to know as he took an intimidating step towards Greg.
“No” Greg answered. But Ron wasn’t satisfied with that answer. He grabbed Greg by the hair and yanked his head up to face him.
“Don’t lie” Ron spat.
“I’m not” Greg said as he ignored the pain of having his hair practically pulled out.
“Yes you are” Ron said as he let go of Greg and took a step back. “But it doesn’t matter. I knew I had to take action after that. I left you the note and at first I thought it had worked, that you had finally done something smart. You stayed away from my man just like I wanted. But there was one thing I didn’t account for. And that was Nick’s feelings for you… I don’t know why he loves you when he can have so much more.”
“He doesn’t love me” Greg whispered. “If he loved me then he wouldn’t have cheated on me.”
“You stupid man” Ron said as he shook his head. “Of course he still loves you, that’s why I have to do this. I saw him a few days ago and he made his feelings clear. If I want us to be together like I know we’re meant to be, then I have to become the thing he loves. And I have to get rid of the person he loves.”
Greg looked up at Ron now with wide eyes. Did that mean he was going to kill him? Greg was beginning to feel even more scared now. “Nick will never forgive you” Greg told him hoping that it would make sense in Ron’s warped mind.
“He won’t know” Ron said in such a cold voice that it actually sent shivers down Greg’s spine. “And when he’s mourning you, I’ll show up and comfort him. And he’ll see that I’m just like you but better. We’ll be happy together.”
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“Hey Wendy” Nick said as he walked into the DNA lab.
“Hey Nick, do you have a sample for me?” Wendy asked.
“No all I got was this weird white substance, I gave it to Hodges and asked him to beep me with the results” Nick told her. “I was wondering if you gave Greg a lift to work because we can’t find him.”
“No he told me he was going to get a cab in. I told him I didn’t mind but he insisted he would find his own way here, I guess he didn’t want to ask too many favors in one day” Wendy told him.
“He hasn’t shown up yet” Nick told her. “We’ve tried calling his cell but there’s no answer. Grissom is pretty annoyed.”
“He looked pretty tired; maybe he fell asleep” Wendy suggested.
“That’s not like him” Nick said in a worried tone.
“I’m sure everything is all right” Wendy assured him.
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Greg was pulling his arm so hard that the handcuffs were cutting into his skin. He could feel the stinging as blood trickled out of the self inflicted wounds. “Stop doing that” Ron told him.
“Please think about this Ron. I’m a CSI; my co-workers will figure this out. You’ll go to jail, you don’t want that?” Greg tried to tell him but Ron wasn’t listening to him.
“I really think me and Nick will be perfect together. We are so well matched” Ron rambled. He had been doing this for the last half an hour. Going on and on about his and Nick’s non existent relationship while Greg tried to think of a way out of this situation.
Greg’s cell phone had rang several times but Ron just ignored it. Greg wasn’t sure of how or when Ron was planning on killing him but he was sure that was the man’s plan. He had mentioned Greg’s demise several times and how it would serve as a way for him and Nick to become even closer. “I must say Greg you do have good taste.”
“What?” Greg asked.
“Your clothes are really nice” Ron said as he lifted one of Greg’s shirts up and placed it across his own body. “I guess I’m lucky we’re the same size.”
The chair Greg was cuffed to had rollers on the bottom of it. Greg had been shifting his body weight to get it to roll closer to the door a little bit at a time hoping Ron wouldn’t notice. Greg had no idea what it would achieve but he had to do something rather than just sit there. “Ron, Nick will recognize my clothes.”
“Shut up!” Ron screamed as he slammed the butt of the gun into Greg’s temple.
“Fuck!” Greg shouted with pain when the hard steel connected with his head. His head was throbbing and blood was flowing down his face, all he could see out of his left eye was red.
“This is entirely your fault you know! You’ve some how convinced him you’re the only one for him. You have really done a number on him you fuck. But I’ll make him see the truth, you’re nothing but dirt. You don’t even deserve to breathe the same air as Nick” Ron yelled.
“Please” Greg said in a soft voice; He was starting to feel a bit dizzy. “Let me go.”
“You have to die… It’s the only way” Ron said suddenly becoming calm again.
“I don’t want to die” Greg told him as he used his free arm to wipe blood away from his face. He pulled a little on the cuffs again which did not go un-noticed by Ron.
“Pulling isn’t going to help you!” Ron yelled as he grabbed Greg trapped arm and also pulled on it. The cuffs dug deeper into Greg’s wrist; there was also a sickening pop that came from his shoulder. Greg couldn’t help but scream in pain.
Greg’s brain started working as he realized that the gun Ron was holding was in reaching distance of his free hand. He reached out to try and grab it but Ron saw what he was doing and stepped back quickly while pointing the gun at Greg’s head. “Don’t try to be tricky; you can’t pull that crap on me.”
Greg was in too much pain to respond. He just sat there breathing hard as he tried to figure out how he was going to get out of this. He wished he’d bought a cheaper chair. A cheaper chair would have broken and he would be free. He also wished he hadn’t bought such a good pair of handcuffs. Mostly he was wishing and praying that he wouldn’t die.
“What’s wrong Greg, normally you’re so talkative?” Ron teased. He was still pointing the gun at Greg’s head.
“You’re insane” Greg told him. Up until this point Greg had bitten his tongue and not said what he wanted to out of fear. But he was beginning to think he was going to die either way so he might as well tell Ron the truth. “You are fucking nuts if you think Nick will ever love a psycho like you. You have more of a chance of flying to the moon than Nick wanting to fuck you again. He doesn’t give two fucks about you. You’re just some random dick he had a drunken screw with. You’re nothing more than a bad memory to him.”
“Shut your fucking, lying, little mouth” Ron shouted furiously. “Fuck you!”
“I thought you wanted to talk” Greg said bitterly. “What’s the matter Ron? Don’t like hearing the truth.”
“You don’t know. You don’t know what we have, what we mean to each other” Ron told Greg.
“You mean nothing to Nick!” Greg yelled at him trying to make him understand.
“Shut up!” Ron screamed as he punched Greg hard across the jaw. Greg made another attempt to get the gun but Ron noticed. He used his leg to kick Greg in the stomach which caused the chair to move. Greg and the chair rolled until they hit the wall and fell to the side.
“Fuck” Greg mumbled. His free arm was now pinned under himself and the chair. His head was lying on the floor of his bedroom and he could see his blood on the carpet. He twisted his body slightly but stopped when the pain in his shoulder became worse. He was pretty sure his arm was dislocated.
“I think we’ve done enough talking now” Ron said as he pointed the gun at Greg. “I think it’s time to end this.”
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“Grissom I have a really bad feeling” Nick told his boss.
“Greg’s been acting strangely since you two ended your relationship. I don’t think there’s foul play here” Grissom replied.
“I’m telling you Greg wouldn’t just skip work” Nick said. Nick was sure something wasn’t right, he could just feel it. And being a CSI had taught him not only do you have to trust the evidence but you also have to trust your instincts.
“This was the first social event in two years that you two didn’t attend together. Maybe that hit him harder than any of us realized” Grissom suggested as Sara walked into the room.
“I really don’t think that’s what is going on here” Nick replied.
“Same here” Sara added. She knew that no matter what was going on Greg wouldn’t just skip work with out even ringing. Greg was flaky in some aspects of his life but not like this.
“What do you think is going on then?” Grissom asked them.
“I’m not sure” Nick answered honestly. “Just let me go to his place and make sure he’s okay.”
“Okay. But we’re already one person short so don’t take too long.”
“Wait, I should go” Sara said.
“No I should go” Nick argued with her. He didn’t know why but he had the feeling that Greg needed him.
“Nick, you two aren’t on great terms at the moment” Sara reminded him.
“I don’t care. Please just let me be the one to go and check on him” Nick gave Sara his best pleading look.
“…Fine, you go” Sara told him. She wasn’t sure if Greg would be pissed but she figured he would get over it eventually.
“Thanks” Nick told her before he rushed out of the room. He really hoped his instincts were wrong because his gut was telling him that something was seriously wrong and he didn’t want to think about what that could be.
TBC
A/N: Thanks for reading and reviews are always appreciated and loved :)
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Date: 2007-11-10 03:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-11-10 03:54 am (UTC)UGH! *waits somewhat mildly patiently for next chapter! *bites nails*
*smooch* Great job dear!
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Date: 2007-11-10 05:14 am (UTC)Off topic but I love your icon, that was a great ep of stargate!
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Date: 2007-11-10 05:37 am (UTC)Do you mind if I friend you?
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Date: 2007-11-10 05:49 am (UTC)*grin* yay a new friend! *snugs*
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Date: 2007-11-10 04:27 am (UTC)Loves it!
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Date: 2007-11-10 07:12 am (UTC)Yay! You made my cruddy day a little better, so I thank you for that.
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Date: 2007-11-10 07:47 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-11-10 02:16 pm (UTC)Anyway, goodness gracious, I don't think my heart could take much more of this. I mean, I can't say anything, but there are so many of these in danger!Greg fics coming out lately, and just stuck wondering what's going to happen. I'm on the edge of my seat and I can only hope there's a happy ending.
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Date: 2007-11-10 06:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-10 03:36 pm (UTC)I don't want to hear Greg sing, "Shot through the heart and your to blame. You give love a bad name." Sorry couldn't resist.
Love this fic. Love all the angst. Please don't leave us hanging for long.
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Date: 2007-11-10 06:42 pm (UTC)I didn't really realize how many cliffie's I was doing till you pointed it out lol, I m should stop doing that to you guys.
Thanks for the review!