CSI: Crime Scene Investigation -- Down the Drain
Author's Note: This was just a little something that struck me while watching Greg's scene in the morgue, and when he and Sara were talking about it. Greg said it was weird. I think he called it weird because he didn't want to use the word 'freaky scary'. I was like, "I bet he had nightmares." Hell, they don't even have to be nightmares. They can just be weird-as-hell dreams for all I care. Kanpai!!
Disclaimer: As usual, I own nothing.
Warning: Mild slash, because I was in that sort of mood. (I don't know why I bother putting warnings on these things… They suck the fun out of it.)
It was 2:43 AM, and Greg Sanders was in bed. He tossed a little, turned some, and then even twisted a little.
His dreams were full of pale corpses. Short ones, fat ones, skinny ones and tall ones. Men and women and children. All freshly dead, by the look of them. Their eyes were open blankly, and their mouths hung drooling. Their hands reached for Greg, who stood horrified at the sight. Feet from him, their hands began to claw at their own bellies. Skin tore and blood began to spill. Various organs began to make their ghastly appearances. Still, Greg remained frozen. The corpses all moaned and began to gather around Greg, each offering whichever organ they held in their bloody hands.
He awoke with a small start, his breath hitching in his throat. A warm hand closed gently around his wrist.
"Wuzzamatter?" Nick asked thickly, rising up slightly from the blankets to check.
Greg's other hand went over the one on his wrist, reassured. The details of the dream were already fading rapidly. He would never remember it in the morning.
"Just a dream," he yawned, already falling back into the throes of sleep.
Nick remained perched where he was for a moment longer to make sure Greg was really all right. At the sight of the younger man's chest rising and falling evenly, he lowered himself back to the warm mattress and tugged the blankets over themselves. He slipped an arm around Greg's waist and brushed his lips over his neck.
"Night, Greg," he said, even though he was already gone.
In another matter of a few seconds, Nick was asleep as well.
A/N: I listen to Gothic Trance Techno Music stuff when I write…
Also, I like zombies. And, um, ahem... I'm alive. Thanks all for your reviews to this sluggy author.