Hey everyone, right off the bat - I do not own anything Flashpoint related. I don't really know why I'm on a Greg kick at the moment, maybe he's just easier for me to write for. I also want to mention that I updated my profile if anyone would like some story ideas. I really think some of them have potential, like: Cup Of Coffee, Tickets, Love For A Lane, and Italian Kiss to name a few. Sorry in advance for the way the profile looks, I kept having to redo it and it still doesn't look like how I had it on Notepad or Wordpad. Also, I don't drink, so I don't know how accurate any of this is. The story just came to me and I wrote it down as fast as I could so I wouln't lose it. Anyway, on to the story; thanks for reading.
''Maybe we should go somewhere else,'' Dean said, following his dad's eyes. Greg had gotten out of the hospital a few days earlier and this was the first time they had gone out to eat. Their drink order had just been taken when he and Marina noticed Greg get quite. Greg was staring, fist clenched, at the bottle of wine a couple of tables over.
''No, no, I'm fine. I'm fine.'' Greg repeated, more to himself than anything.
''Umm, I heard that certain types of alcohol can be used as pain relief, maybe if you took a small sip -'' Marina said uncertainly, thinking that he was in pain when she saw his fists.
''No, no, I can't - I won't,'' Greg cut her off sharply. ''I'm sorry - it's just. I know that with that fist sip, it'll take the pain away - so will the second and the third. Not just physical pain either, all of it. Physical and emotional pain, the nightmares, the paranoia - . It will put me in this blissful stupor - where I feel absolutly nothing. Then, in order to feel the same amount of nothing, I'll have to drink more and more, and one day I'll wake up and both of you are gone. Just like last time,'' he said, grabbing Dean's hand and tearing his gaze away from the bottle to look his son in the eyes. ''I can't lose you again - either of you,'' switching his gaze toward Marina and lacing his fingers with hers. ''Let's just stay here, okay.''
Dean sensed there was a double meaning behind the last words his dad had spoken, but was still worried. ''Are you sure you'll be alright, being around it?''
''I need to be able to be around it and say no to it. I'd rather practice doing like with two of my strongest anchors.'' Greg smiled, squeezing their hands. The waiter came back with their drinks and handed them some menus. It was a hard evening for Greg - but it was a start.