Title: Damn Computer
Authors Notes: I can't really remember when I wrote this, or why, but I'm sure I have a very good idea. Anyways, I just found this in my documents, so no exciting story on the making of it. So, as always, enjoy, and please review. Thanks
Warning: This is a slash fic. Nick and Greg are paired together. There's a small kiss, and a small innuendo at the end for more mature stuff. If you don't like, don't read.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. CBS, Mr. Jerry B, and Mr. Anthony Z. own all characters and the shows writers own the scripts. No money is being made of this. Only my ideas are mine and are not used with the idea of harming/offending anyone.
Summary: Greg's having some trouble with his computer. Whatever shall he do?
Rating: PG, just to be safe for the ending. Although I'm sure I could get away with a G rating.
Spoilers: None.
He hit the computer. Hard. He wasn't Archie, he wasn't a wiz with computer technology. All he used one for was processing DNA. That wasn't something you did at home, unless you were seriously bored, or drunk.
The screen just continued to stare at him, blank page full of words he hated. The little blinking thing beside him said the internet was working, running, but the actual site page? 'This Page Cannot Be Displayed' his ass.
And what were browser settings? Browser just made him think of that evil guy off Mario. He'd even thought of calling Archie, whining to make the page go away, but he couldn't do that. Archie had a date tonight, or so he bragged, and he knew that if Archie had called him during a date, he'd be pissed.
There wasn't really anybody else that he could call. No way would he call a technical support guy, knowing that the conversation would end with a lot of cursing and the slamming of the phone.
Possibly Sara could help. But did he have her phone number? Quickly searching through the many sheets of paper laying upon the computer desk, and the many post-it notes that surrounded the screen and living space, he gave up. He'd probably lost it. Which wasn't exactly that big of a surprise to him. His office was the only place he let himself be messy. Everywhere else in his house, and even in the lab, he had a place for something, or a place could be found. If there was no where to put it, then did he really need it any way?
Sighing, rubbing his face, he kicked the computer tower. It made a low, crackly sound at him. Muttering obscene words under his breath, he went to shut the machine down. Nothing moved. Not the mouse pointer, not that little blinky thing in the corner. Nothing. The damned thing had froze on him.
Growling at it now, he furiously threw himself off the chair and onto the floor, reaching for the main power button. Head stuck under the desk, butt protruding upwards, he heard footsteps entering the room. Smacking the button, everything shut down before starting back up. Removing himself from the dark space, he looked up.
"What are you doing?" questioned Nick, smirking. Propelling himself upwards, Greg glared back.
"I'm getting ready to throw this thing out the window, that's what." Shaking his head, Nick moved closer to the computer and Greg, a small smile now in place.
"What'd it do now, G?"
"Stupid thing wouldn't let me on the internet. Then it froze." Nick made that 'Ah…' face, as if everything made sense in the world. Crossing his arms, Greg continued, "Don't tell me that you have to be kind to it. It's a machine, and I don't care about it's damned feelings."
"Having an affair with an inanimate object?" Greg merely growled, partly at Nick and partly at the computer, which was now at the start page. Nick sat down and clicked at a few things, typed a couple words, and soon, the internet was waiting innocently for action to start.
"It hates me." Standing up, Nick patted Greg on the shoulder softly.
"Heaven forbid, anything should ever hate you." With a small peck on the cheek, Nick went on his way out of the office and down the hall towards the bedroom. Greg grumbled, took one last look at the computer, and quickly followed Nick.