Ryan Didn't know how long he and Greg had been curled up together on that hospital bed. He really didn't care, he just wanted Greg to say something. Something real.

Though he could only see the back of his head he could tell Greg was asleep. He was breathing deeper, slower than he had been. His muscles weren't as tense. Ryan hoped he'd feel better when he finally awoke. Find it easier to talk, maybe get his thoughts together and start working through his issues.

Greg stirred slightly, letting out a groan that could have been good or bad. Ryan hoped it was good. Greg could do without nightmares. He had real problems and they were more than bad enough.

There were footsteps approaching. At least two people. They stopped outside the door for a moment. Ryan sat up, carefully trying not to wake the sleeping form beside him.

There was a light rap on the door. He slowly lifted himself from the bed, standing beside it. The door opened and he came face to face with a man and a woman. They were wearing their work clothes, Greg's co-workers, and confused looks on their faces.

'He's sleeping,' he murmured, pointing out the obvious. 'I'm Ryan.'

'Nick,' the man replied. 'And this is Sara.' She smiled. Nick did not. 'Greg never mentioned a Ryan.' He added bitterly. 'Funny,' Ryan took a seat next to the bed. 'He never mentioned you either.'

Sara and Nick had found themselves chairs from vacant rooms and were now also seated at Greg's bedside, waiting in silence for him to wake up.

They didn't have to wait long. 'Ry?' His voice was groggy.

'Hey, babe. Sara and Nick have come to see you.' He smiled.

Rubbing his eyes, Greg shifted his weight on the bed so he could sit up and see them. 'Hi guys,' He smiled weakly. 'You don't have to keep checking up on me.' 'We want to,' Sara replied. The first time Ryan heard her speak. 'We all miss you at work.' 'I'll be back soon enough.' There was no enthusiasm in his voice.

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'Sara seems nice.' Ryan remarked after her and Nick had left. 'I think Nick hates me though.'

'He's a nice guy, He's just jealous.' He was lying back on the bed. The pain killers making him drowsy. Even though he was looking much better he still had to take them.

'Of me?'

'He likes me. He doesn't like competition.' Ryan placed a kiss on Greg's forehead.

'But you're mine.'

'I know. Nothing's going to happen between us, he just hopes it is.'

Ryan sat back, waiting to see if Greg was going to fall asleep again. He didn't, he just stared at the ceiling for a while, his breath catching in his throat every now and then.

'Ry?'

'Hmm?'

'Do you think I'm a murderer?'

'What? No! Of course not!'

'Oh.'

'Jesus, Greg. How could you ask me that?'

'I just wanted to know what you thought.'

'I know you're not a murderer, Greg. You didn't have a choice. If you didn't stop them they would have killed that man!'

'He was just a kid.'

'He was a murderer.'

'It's not the first time it happened though, is it?'

Ryan's blood ran cold. He had tried so hard to forget. It had almost worked. 'You didn't have a choice then either.' The emotion had drained from his voice.

'There's always a choice.'

A/N: So here it is. My first multi-chapter, crossover, slash fic. Please be gentle?
And tbh; this is basically writing itself so I can't take all the credit. I think it's really God or someone writing it ;p haha