Title: Forgotten (Inspired by a Linkin Park song)
Author: Stripped
Author's Note: Greg/OC, Archie/OC…there aren't ANY Archie fics on ff.net, really. Plus, I wanna try another Greg one. Splotches of Nick/OC (Alyssa Leeland), Warrick/OC (Autumn Grady), Grissom/Sara and Catherine/Brass. Lizzie Williams and Cecilia McReady are the OC's names. Too many OC's? Too bad, LOL! I like my OC's. If any of you wanna help me, please, don't hesitate to email me at leavin_it_to_change@hotmail.com.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone but Lizzie, Cecilia, Alyssa and Autumn, and maybe a couple other characters you haven't seen on TV. Everything else is owned by Alliance, CBS, Jerry Bruckheimer and Anthony Zuiker. Maybe someone could buy them for me for Christmas? I'll be extra good! I promise!
~~ Introduction: The Loser's Club ~~
Lizzie glanced over at Greg. "Greg! What are you doing? Get your feet off my computer, dude!" she walked over to him and shoved him out of the office chair. She, Archie Johnson and Greg Sanders were hanging around in the A/V lab, where she and Archie worked. Greg worked in DNA, but he was constantly bothering Lizzie and visiting with Archie. "Why don't you go see if Cecilia needs any help? Rather than annoy Arch and myself out of existence…"
"Cecilia sent me out…she needed complete silence for an experiment or something..." Greg shrugged. "Plus, I'm only annoying you, Elizabeth!" he pushed the next available button. Lizzie hated being called Elizabeth, even though it was her full first name. It was also her mother's first name, and if anyone used it, they were either on Lizzie's bad list for the rest of their life, or, in Greg's case, the biggest annoyance in Lizzie's life.
Lizzie's eyes filled with hate. "Greg!" she grumbled, her voice raising with every letter. She sneezed immediately after the word came out of her mouth and her shoulders slumped. "Ok, why is it every time I yell at him, I sneeze?"
Archie laughed and shook his head, then shrugged his shoulders. "You're allergic to anger?" he suggested. "No, that can't be…you're always mad at me. Maybe Greg put a voodoo curse on you…" he grinned, knowing this would distract the attention from his poor friend, who was about to be killed by the vicious Lizzie.
Lizzie's expression changed from aggravation to the urge to kill. She jumped over the empty table and lunged at Archie, only to be interrupted by Cecilia. "Don't hurt the boys, Lizzie! You know they can't defend themselves like we can!" she flashed Greg, then Archie a look as if to say 'I just saved your butt.'
"You're lucky, Archie!" Lizzie stuck her tongue out. "If I knew it was an equal match, I'd cremate you!" she grinned, and shoved him a little. "But we all know that's just not so! I could kill you so fast…"
Archie laughed, and was about to pummel Lizzie to the ground, when he was interrupted by Greg. "Look!" he looked around the room. "It's the losers convention! I say, every…uh Cecilia, what day is it?" he looked at Cecilia for some help. Greg never kept track of the day, let alone the month, or even the time for that matter. He was the most disorganized person that Lizzie, Archie and Cecilia knew, but that was what made them all get along so well. They were all the youngest and most unorganized people at the crime lab.
"Tuesday…" Cecilia grinned, as she told Greg.
"Thanks …I say every Tuesday, after shift is up, we have a meeting of the Loser's Club! The Dishonorable Gregory Sanders Presiding…" Greg stood up with an idiotic grin on his face.
"DIS-honorable?" Cecilia looked at Greg with a look of sheer confusion on her face. "Don't you mean, Honorable?"
"No, I think I get it, Cecy…" Lizzie laughed out loud. "Since it'd be the loser's club, we'd get DISHONOR and DISGRACE, right Greggo?"
Archie shook his head. "I seriously think someone needs to put that guy in a straight jacket…" he mumbled.
Lizzie laughed, and nodded in agreement. "What positions would we all hold, Greggo?" she awaited this answer, with a grin.
Cecilia smiled. She was looking forward to hearing this one. "Really, Greg…let's put that creative brain to work…"
"Let's see…Archie, you could be the Bumbling Vice President…" Greg thought for a second, then looked around at the utterly amused (and somewhat concerned) looks on his friends' faces. "Cecilia, you could be the…Senseless," Archie and Lizzie could have sworn they heard Greg mumble 'sexy,' but Cecilia refused to hear it…"Secretary, and Lizzie could just be the Loseriest Loser of all…OOH! Lizzie the Loser! I like that!"
"Hey!" Lizzie scoffed and put her hands on her hips. "That's low, Sanders, really low!"
"Payback's a bitch, Williams…" Greg grinned at the next half of his comment. "Almost as big of a bitch as you are!"
Archie and Cecilia choked back fits of laughter, as Lizzie's face flushed red with anger. "I'm gonna kill you, Sanders…that is, if Griss doesn't first…" she grinned looking out the window, to see Gil Grissom, their boss, entering the DNA lab to find it empty. "He's looking for you or Cecy. He's holding some folder in his hands…"
Cecilia and Greg exchanged looks of horror, and rushed out of the room, while Lizzie grinned wryly. She then realized that she was still faced with the task of calming Archie, who was still keeled over with laughter. "It WASN'T that funny, Arch…" she glared at him. "Hey, Archie…it's Ecklie!" she knew this would change his mood. Cecilia, Greg, Archie and Lizzie were all terrified of the day shift proprietor, Conrad Ecklie. He thought they were all slackers, who took their job too casually, and would stop at nothing to get them fired.
Sure enough, Archie's face made an about face from laughter to stone-seriousness. "Where?" he asked, looking around.
Lizzie then started laughing uncontrollably. "I got you again!" she grinned, before suddenly being pushed onto the floor. Archie had won, as usual. She stood up, brushed herself off, stuck her tongue out, and sat down (with her back facing Archie), waiting for Grissom, or whoever else, to come in with something for her to do.
~~
The Song – 'Forgotten' -- Linkin Park
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care
There's a place so dark you can't see the end
Skies cock back and shock that which can't defend
The rain then sends dripping / acidic question
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then with the eyes shut / looking thought the rust and rot
And dust / a small spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and its dark again
In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
Moving all around / screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps behind
Street lamps, chain-link and concrete
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
On down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again
In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
Now you got me caught in the act
You bring the thought back
I'm telling you that
I see it right through you
In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up