Authors Note (Read Before Starting Story!!): First off, each chapter has no connetion with any of the other chapters. Each is its own story, unless said so. These are, as the title says, the passings and goings in life. That life, would be Gregs'. Mainly short stories focusing on little moments. Some will be funny, some will be sad, some will be rated G, some may be rated higher. There will always be a warning. With that said, enjoy. Please leave feedback, comments, criticism. I love to hear from you all and improve to the best of my ability.

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Title: Turn of the Knob

Summary: Greg's having problems after the explosion concerning the equipment.

Rating: G, or possibly PG. Nothing really offensive.

Spoilers: Play With Fire

How long he stood there, he wasn't sure. He could see the shadows of people walking past on the equipment. They walked on, not even glancing at him, or if they did, it was quick enough for him to not sense the looks. Over the past day or two, people had looked and the looks had lingered longer than before. It annoyed him at the beginning but then that faded. If it had happened to somebody else, he would have stared also, curious to the thoughts running through their brain.

A small sigh moved his shoulders more than he had remembered; skin stretching slowly, pain erupting like little shocks. He kept his back as still as possible, but knew that soon he'd have to move, bend. His eyes shifted to the glass wall to see another person staring before turning his gaze back upon the object before him. It sat there, looking innocent. It hadn't been the problem then. No, it was a cousin, or distant brother, but it still looked the same.

Blinking, his eyelids staying closed a second too long, images running through his mind. It was like he could feel his feet lifting from the ground, body twisting while being thrown; the glass shattering against his back, arms raised, then hard cement connecting with his legs and arms. When he thought about it, knowing it was a memory, the feeling went away, no longer being able to feel the sensations. Now it was just an image, and while a part of him was glad, another wasn't. Maybe if he could go back to that time, feel the pain again, he would realize that he could be angry with Catherine. But he couldn't, only the equipment offended him.

Opening his eyes, the object was still there, staring up at him. A sneer-like expression was strewn across his face, reflection thrown back at him. Then, quickly as possibly, eyes now shut tightly, his arm shot out and turned the knob. A moment of silence, of anticipation, stilled the air, until the pause was over and noise filtered back in.

Slowly, eyes opened to see that the knob had been successfully turned and nothing had blown up. His eyes then looked over the box, once, then twice, and another time for good measure. Nothing in there that could be turned into a potential bomb. Sitting down on the swivel chair which was as hard as steel, the old one having been incinerated, he watched. It would take time before things went back to semi-normal.

With the push of his heel, he took his time wheeling away from the box, eyes still fixed on the Bunsen burner. The only reason his eyes left the object was when he felt the wheels hit the opposite wall. Glancing behind him, realizing how far he'd gone, he rose from the chair. Backing out of the room now, wanting more space between him and the fume hood, he entered the A/V Lab which was currently occupied by Archie.

"Greg..?" he questioned, not entirely confused by the man's actions. Greg wasn't one for being normal, but even this was a little weird. Following the gaze, Archie saw the fume hood and nodded, realization coming to him. Letting Greg do what he wanted, since he hadn't spoken a word yet, Archie turned back to the computer he was working on.

Sitting down in one of the extra chairs in the room, Greg ignored the questioning tone of Archie's and continued staring, waiting for the time to be up. In another minute or so he'd have to carefully make his way in, turn the burner off, and continue on with his experiments. Soon everything would be fine by a turn of the knob.