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Hello! This is my first fic, so apologies if it’s not too good. If there’s positive feedback: heck, I’m not fussy, If there’s any feedback I’m hoping to do a second chapter on the same events from a different point of view.

Title: From Tiny Acorns
Rating: PG (for the moment)
Pairing: Nick/Greg *swoons*


He was sure that the woman he was with was talking. He was also quite positive that he should be listening. But no matter how hard he tried to focus, he couldn’t quite get in tune with his date. Because a dream had just walked in through the door; a dream in sexy ripped jeans and a tight shirt to boot. Despite his best efforts his mind wandered off to places he had tried so hard to close off. Such as how good those jeans would look on his bedroom floor, how much he wanted to see the body beneath those jeans…

“Hey!”

He shook his head and glanced at his date, who had stopped talking and was now glaring at him with her arms folded.

“Were you even listening to me?”

Uh oh.

“Um, yeah, sure I was.”

“What was I talking about then?”

Shoot. Cornered under close-examination. Time to think quickly…

“Uh, your holiday…in Florida? You swam with dolphins.”

The woman shook her head.

“That was ten minutes ago! If I’m boring you so much maybe I should leave…”

It took him a fraction of a second too long to register that he should be protesting, saving her ego.

“Hey, no, don’t go, I mean…”

Too little too late it seemed. The woman stood up, gave him a parting slap and flounced out without even looking back. He sighed, and put his head in his hands. The night – his night off – was young and he was dateless. He looked up and his distraction was at the bar, seemingly unaware of the trouble he’d just caused. The man made a decision in his head, sighed again and walked over to the bar.

“Hey.”

The other man did not look pleased to see him to say the least. But still, he forced a smile and returned the greeting.

“Hey.”

“So…uh…night off?”

God damn it! Possibly the most stupid question asked in history.

“No, they let us have bar breaks on the job now.”

Quick! You can still save this! Come up with a witty comeback, a bit of banter…

“Uh…heh heh…yeah.”

Ooh nicely done, careful in case you cut yourself on that sharp tongue of yours.

He decided to cut to the chase, to avoid more incoherent babble and what he believed was developing into a nasty split personality disorder. He didn’t remember being mocked by his brain before.

“So, you wanna…y’know, hang out? Maybe grab a bite?”

At first the other man didn’t register, a blank expression on his face as if he were lost in thought. The man who’d asked the question was getting steadily more nervous, biting his thumb nail and running his fingers through his hair. Then, all of a sudden, a small smile came onto the other man’s face, tinged with something not quite recognisable. Not too sure whether this hinted at something good, he leapt on the smile anyway, hoping to get something out of him.

“So, that’s a yes then Greg?”

Greg looked up, with what looked like resignation in his eyes. With a tired voice he replied;

“Sure Nick, whatever.”

Hey, it wasn’t exactly the bounding enthusiasm he had hoped for, but it was a start. The night was now young and held tangible possibilities of an eventful evening. Nick only prayed they were the events he had been waiting for.