I had this idea while watching Identity, and I really hope it works. Once again it's unbeta'd so I apologise if there are any mistakes.

Usual disclaimer applies...the quote at the beginning is from Identity.

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"When I was walking up the stairs
I saw a man who wasn't there
I saw that man again today
I wish, I wish he'd go away"

Greg smiled, lifting the bottle of beer to his lips and taking a long drag, only to almost spray it over the bartender as Nick leaned close to him and whispered into his ear.

"Mexican Arnold Swartzenegger, nine o'clock" Peering sideways, Greg saw a huge guy with a square head and black slicked back hair. He giggled and covered his mouth with his hand, adopting a deep, accented tone.

"Sarah Connor...where'd you put my sombrero?"

It was Nick's turn to spray beer, shaking his head and pulling Greg close as the barman shot them an bemused look and wiped over his bar. Nick stuttered, his hand resting on the small of Greg's back

"Warn me next time, Greggo." He pleaded, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Greg smiled and nodded, taking another sip of beer and leaning closer into Nick's warmth. It felt so good to finally be close to Nick, the proximity of the other man erasing all the wasted years and painful longing. Greg felt giddy, the mixture of alcohol and arousal making his body tingle and his head spin. It had been a long time since he'd felt like this, and he was enjoying every minute of it.

Tipping his head up he was caught off guard as Nick suddenly met his gaze, smiling fondly at him as his hand slipped up Greg's back and gently stroked the nape of his neck. Shivers ran through Greg's body as Nick pulled him close again and spoke softly into his ear

"You wanna get out of here?"

Not trusting himself to speak Greg nodded, feeling Nick's lips brush against his neck before he was guided off the bar stool and ushered out into the parking lot with Nick's arm snug around his body.

They reached Nick's car and climbed in, an unspoken agreement settling between them as Nick pulled out of the lot and turned in the opposite direction to his apartment. Speeding along past The Strip, the sun flashing in between the buildings, Greg allowed himself to study his companion. He took in the tanned skin and dark hair, the strong features and twinkling eyes as Nick noticed him staring and reached over to gently squeeze his knee. Greg closed his eyes and barely held back a desperate moan.

Swinging into an empty space in front of Greg's apartment, both men hopped out and met at the door. Greg swallowed thickly as Nick's eyes roamed his body. He reached into his pockets for his keys, frowning in concentration, only to let out a surprise yelp as Nick pushed him back against the door and covered Greg's lips with his own.

Responding instantly, Greg curled his arms around Nick's shoulders and clung on as Nick pressed against him, opening his mouth to let Nick's tongue slip inside and moaning loudly. Reaching between them he fumbled in his pocket again for his key, finally finding it and slipping it into the lock behind him.

With a sharp twist the lock gave and the door swung open, sending both men tumbling into Greg's front room.

Greg groaned as Nick's weight settled on top of him, giggling softly as Nick rolled his eyes at him and kicked the door shut.

"Way to knock a man off his feet, G" He muttered, trailing kisses down Greg's neck as Greg hummed with delight and parted his legs around Nick's body, making them both moan at the sudden contact. He arched off the floor and closed his eyes, letting waves of pleasure coarse through him at the feel of Nick licking and sucking at his skin, soft whimpers escaping his parted lips.

Come on Gregory, it's time for your medication...

Greg gasped and slumped down onto the hard wood, his eyes blinking open. He stared up at his ceiling, solid and unwavering as Nick's fingers began to deftly undo the buttons of his shirt. Shaking his head, Greg ran his fingers through Nick's hair and closed his eyes again in concentration.

Make sure you get those straps on tight, you know how he is...

Greg cried out and grasped at Nick's shoulders, making the other man stop and stare down at him, worried eyes searching his face.

"What is it Greggo? Do you want me to stop?"

Don't fight us, Gregory...

Greg watched, his body shuddering with fear and confusion as his apartment suddenly blinked out like a light bulb and was replaced by a stark white room, filled with people all gathered around him. He cried out for Nick, clawing in the air as he was grabbed at either side and pressed down onto a flat surface. He kicked out, cursing loudly at his attackers as they secured first his wrists and then his ankles.

Panting and struggling, Greg gazed up into the eyes of a tall woman who leaned down over him and gently ran a hand through his hair, shaking her head as Greg tried to move away.

"Why must you always fight us?" She said, her voice soft but edged with something unreadable that Greg shied away from again, yanking against at his restraints.

"Let me go!" He screamed, watching as the people around him exchanged sad looks and began to move towards the door. Twisting his head from side to side, Greg saw it was the only door. The only door in a small white room with padded walls and stark overhead lights. Feeling panic welling up inside him, Greg struggled to hold in a sob as the tall woman loomed over him again.

"We're just trying to help you, Greg" She told him soothingly, before jabbing a needle into the soft skin of his upper arm. Groaning with disgust and terror, Greg felt the world begin to fade around him, the edges softening and numbing and tinting with calming darkness.

Staring up, his eyes unfocused on the blurry figure above him, Greg managed a soft, pleading whisper.

"Where am I?"

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To be continued...

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