Disclaimer: not mine, don't sue
Author's note: inspired by this episode where Nick seemed to be slowly disintegrating and starting to turn towards drugs again… alternative ending to that episode… *heh* and ever wonder why his dealer- Colin, always give him free drugs?
Nick swallowed painfully and inhaled deeply.
Raising a tightly clenched knuckle to the door, he hesitated for a brief moment.
His fist hovering inches from the door, he reeled back in surprise when the door swung open.
"Nick," Colin uttered in a cool monotone, his eyes betraying his surprise that was tinged with hope.
Standing so still that he seemed to be frozen, Nick bit his lips, slowly lowering his arm to hang limply by his side.
"Come in," Colin gestured, his eyes flickering in uncertainty over the unusually disheveled and flustered looking lawyer.
Following Colin into the living room, Nick was faintly, pleasantly surprised to find it devoid of all the hookers and druggies that appeared to be permanent fixtures in the house.
The moment he stepped into the house, Colin slammed the door shut, as if fearing that Nick would immediately change his mind and bolt out of the room.
Staring intensely at each other, they remained silent, the tension radiating off both of them.
"Can I?" Colin finally murmured, his eyes wide and pleading.
Nodding almost imperceptibly, Nick closed his eyes, feeling his heartrate quicken as familiar hands wound around his waist longingly and petal-soft lips caressed his lips.
Running his hands through Colin's hard, spiky hair, Nick clutched fiercely at it, needing to hold onto something tangible.
Pressing his lips against Colin's with a ferocious urgency, Nick tried to blink back the frigid tears that were threatening to spill out from his eyes.
As if sensing Nick's anguish, Colin broke away from the kiss, albeit reluctantly.
Smiling shyly at Nick, he asked softly, "What's wrong baby?"
Reaching out a hand to wonderingly muss up Nick's already messy hair, he gently but firmly guided Nick over to the velvet sofa.
True, the velvet made it look like it belonged in a cabaret filled with courtesans, but it was comfortable and he liked it so to hell with popular opinion.
Laying his head in Colin's lap, Nick curled up, drawing his knees close to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees as if he was freezing.
Embracing Nick tightly, as if he would never let go, Colin dropped a fluttering, comforting kiss on Nick's hair.
Seeing Nick's lips quirking up slightly into a small smile, Colin couldn't help but feel incredibly gratified.
The smile rapidly disappeared as Nick choked out bitterly, "I am such a screw up."
"You are not a screw up!" Colin countered hotly, bewildered by this confused, disillusioned, embittered Nick.
"If anybody is a screw up, it's me," Colin said sharply. Barking out a short, harsh laugh, he continued, "Who else resorts to slipping their lover drugs to try to get him back?"
Sitting up swiftly, Nick stared at Colin with violet eyes that were shimmering with torment.
"I'm sorry, I only know this world and I can't get out of it even if I want to. I-"
Nick placed a finger on Colin's lips, effectively silencing him.
"I will help you," Nick whispered, his warm breath caressing Colin's face. "We will help each other."
Mesmerized by Nick's pain-filled eyes that were starting to light up with hope, Colin could only nod in acquiescence.
Moving forward to embrace Nick reverently, Colin held Nick in his arms possessively, content just with the knowledge that for a while at least, Nick was his again.