Author's Note: This is in a way different format than any of my other fanfics. This is written entirely in dialogue. In chapter two, it'll pick up just like a regular fanfiction, but I wanted to try something a bit different.
I'm one of those weird people who think in dialogue, so this is just something out of my head when I was bored one day. I've been told a few times that dialogue should try to be avoided in excess amounts, but I'm stubborn. Hope this does each character justice.
Two chapters. Angst. Post "For Gedda". Nick/Greg. Slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned.
Acknowledgments: A huge thank-you goes out to Amanda for proofreading and encouraging me.
Summary: Greg tries to get Nick to talk about his feelings after Warrick's death, but Nick's having none of that. What starts out innocently enough soon turns to mayhem … and a loss of control.
A Loss of Control
"Hey, Nick. You mind if I join you?"
"Kind of a weird question … this is your couch, and we're sort of at your house."
"Oh, right."
Silence.
"Do you think every thing happens for a reason?"
"Uh … no."
"Why not?"
"Because … just because."
"You don't have a reason?"
"What the hell, Greg? Why are you drilling me about this? You ask me something and when I tell you what I think, you berate me about it?"
"I—I just wanted to know you're answer …"
"You know it now."
Silence.
"Do you think that because of what happened to Warrick?"
Silence, then—
"Why—"
"Because, Nick, I know you better than you think I do. No, don't turn away and shake your head."
"What do you want me to say, Greg?"
"I … I …"
"Yeah, exactly."
"I just—I don't want you to … you to give up on life. You used to think that there was something more than just coincidences. You can't lose that faith."
"Lose faith in life, you mean."
"Yeah."
"You have to be kidding me."
"What? No, Nick, I—"
"Warrick is … he's … he's gone, and you don't want me to lose my faith in life, Greg?"
"I—"
"You have to be fucking kidding me."
"Nick! Where are you going?"
"Away from your idiotic questions."
"If you won't talk to me, then who will you talk to?"
"I don't need to talk to anyone, Greg."
"Then why the hell couldn't you say that Warrick's dead, Nick?"
"I—"
"Because he is! He's dead and he isn't coming back!"
Silence …
"You going to strangle me, Nick? Are you? You can't hide from the truth. You have to accept it. Burying your feelings won't bring him back."
"I'm sorry, Greg, I didn't mean to—"
"You lost control. You lost control because you can't let your emotions out. Why can't you just talk to me?"
"Greg—"
"CAN'T YOU SEE THIS IS TEARING ME APART?"
"Greg—"
"BECAUSE IT IS, NICK. It's KILLING ME INSIDE! And you won't do anything about it! You just fucking stand there; staring at me while I feel like my whole world is falling down around me. You just stand there while my heart is BREAKING inside my chest! While I feel like I'm DYING!"
"No … No, Greg, come back—"
"No, Nick. I'm leaving. I don't know if I'll be back. You made your decision."
"Greg, please …"
"All those times when I've told you about me, about my life, about everything that's happened, and yet you can't talk to me. You can't do it, Nick. LET GO OF ME! I've had enough. I'm gone. Enjoy burying your feelings some more, 'cause I won't be here trying to help you."
"Please, Greg … come back. I'm sorry …"