A/N: So, the long awaited end! But stay tuned, I'm working on a sequel! Don't forget to review!
Nick:
I wake up when it would usually be time to go to work. I reach out to touch the spot beside me when I don't feel G next to me. Not finding him there I sniffle. When he gets up before I do he makes breakfast for us – including a cup of his tasty Blue Hawaiian. I can always smell the coffee and when he comes in with the tablets for us I give him a long kiss. But today I smell nothing
With a bad feeling I jump out of bed looking everywhere in the house for my G. When I find his note I almost collapse. "Nick, I should've known it was a dream It couldn't be… Greg" I know he doesn't mean it, he's just confused, but what has this son of a bitch done to him to make him doubt us? Probably told him that I don't love him, but why did Greggo believe it? Though more important: Where did he go? He has no apartment anymore, so it has to be one of his friends… Still, if he doesn't want to be found, it will be very difficult for me to find him… At first I think of George, his best friend and at once I call him. No luck. Sarah. No luck. Fred. No luck. Jerry. No luck. Alexa. No luck. "Damn it!" I yell having no more ideas where my beloved could be. In an attempt to calm myself I sit down drawing in a few deep breathes. He doesn't know we don't have to work today, maybe I can catch him there… I let out a frustrated sigh. Waiting is the thing I hate most. Restlessly I wander through the house. Without Greg it seems so empty… Finally I settle doing the dishes. , then starting to do laundry and tidy up the living room. I've used this before so often, distraction. Wearily I sink in the couch in the living room, my head resting in my hands. I may know that Greg's fine, but damn it, he believes I don't love him! Believes I played with him! Believes I fooled him!
A phone ring interrupts my thoughts. "Stokes" "Nick, this is Sally Andrews, a friend of Greg. Remember me?" Yes, I do, though I only met her once: 29 years old, piercing green eyes, long black hair, slim build. Now I can recall that Greg and she are good friends since college and what's more important: She lives in Vegas, so he could easily be with her! "Is he with you?" I ask not daring to hope and holding my breath. "Yes. He told me everything. I think you two need to talk. He's asleep now, I got him to go to bed and rest. Can you come over?" "Sure!" She gives me her address, a "See you soon" and hangs up.
5 minutes later I'm ready. I vow to prove Greg I love him more than anything else. Silently I drive over to Sally. I manage to get there in 15 minutes and without any accidents. She sees me coming, opening the door when I'm about to ring. She shows me the door to the room where G lies, saying she's leaving us alone now. "Thank you so much, Sally. Really." "No prob. Just sort this out, okay?" She gives me a reassuring grin before she leaves.
Quietly I enter the pretty dark room. I can hear his soft breathing and once my eyes adjusted I see he has pulled the covers high up, so only his spiky hair is visible. Pulling a chair from the desk next to the bed I sit down, waiting for him to wake up. It's not long till he does and I can see the joy in his eyes when he sees me, even though they darken soon enough with doubt and his face shows traces of tears. None of us says something for a few moments, then I clear my throat, doing my best to keep my worry out of my voice. "I think we should talk…" He just nods, apparently not yet trusting his voice enough to speak. He gets up, dressing himself quickly, having worn only his boxer briefs. Once more we both stay quiet, silently agreeing this room isn't the right place to talk.
In the living room we settle down, he chooses the armchair and I the couch. "Tell me what Crane said to you to make you run from me!" I beg quietly wanting to touch him, to make him feel my love. "He told me… that you… you don't love me… You only took pity on me…" He says with a strange faltering voice. Damned, I suspected it… How dare he? I cannot stand it any longer, I get up closing the space between us pulling him in my arms. "That's not true!" I say not even trying to keep my anger out of my voice. "I do love you for who you are! Pity! Why should I take pity on the greatest guy I ever met?" I whisper softly in his ear. Now he gives in, relaxes and buries his head in my chest. "Why did you believe it?" I ask the question burning in me. He frees himself answering distantly. "I don't really know… Maybe it comes from my youth…" He sounds analytically now. I do envy him for this ability: He can analyze everything about himself, as if it is someone completely different speaking. "I never told you, but I never had many friends. I was the science geek, the grind, the teacher's pet… Well, to cut a long story off I was hurt a few times, never had the chance to develop a great self-confidence in relationships, even later it was very difficult to trust other people. That's my guess…" He looks at me now, his eyes pleading for understanding. "It happens to be that I love science geeks, especially a certain someone in front of me" Without hesitating I lean forward, draw him in my arms and kiss him softly, though still hungrily. I missed this so much… I sigh contently. Only the fear of losing him made me realize how precious he is to me… "Ready to go home?" I ask seductively, still holding him close. His face lits up. "Yeah, home"
Having opened the door of our house I sling my arms around him, carrying him over the doorstep and straight to the bedroom, kissing him fiercely.