A/N: Wow, it kinda feels like it's been a while since I've updated. After the concert, I really couldn't find the time to actually write another chapter, and I when I did have time, I just couldn't get the words to... flow right. But then this weekend I finally got something down, so here it is! Oh yes, and a little sidenote... the part about Catherine might seem insignificant, but it plays a part in the next chapter. lol, just thought I'd mention that. Anyways, thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far and I hope you like this chapter!

Chapter 10 - The Truth Surfaces

Greg had dozed off right before Sara had come in to visit him after her shift at work. She decided that he'd probably wake up soon, so she'd wait a bit and see if he did. On the table beside his bed, Sara noticed there were a few magazines, so she picked one up and decided to read while she waited.

Just as Sara was halfway through a "What Color Are You?" quiz to pass the time, she noticed that Greg was starting to talk in his sleep. At first, it was merely a mumble, and no real words could be understood. Sara set down the magazine, becoming intrigued in Greg's sleep talking once the words became clearer.

"Please... come on get me out of here! No...Nick what are you doing? Nick put that down... please put that down...Nick please don't... I thought we were friends! Nick! Don't!" Greg finally awoke as he screamed.

He was relieved to realize it was just another nightmare, but startled to see Sara sitting in the chair next to him.

"How long have you been sitting there?" he asked.

"Long enough," Sara replied, "Were you having a nightmare?"

"No."

Sara wouldn't be so easily fooled.

"So you were talking in your sleep, saying: 'Please get me out', 'Nick, what are you doing?', 'Nick put that down', 'I thought we were friends', 'Nick, please don't!' for no reason at all? It sounds like you were having a nightmare about Nick," Sara told him.

"I said those things in my sleep?"

"Yeah... you did."

"I just had a nightmare, it's no big deal or anything," Greg forced a laugh, but Sara could tell it was fake.

"Does this nightmare have anything to do with why you wouldn't come out of the cage until Nick stepped back?" Sara questioned.

Greg started to tell her no, but he could tell by the look on her face that she wasn't buying his story.

"Just don't tell Nick about the nightmare okay?"

"So what exactly happened in the nightmare?" Sara asked, trying not to sound like a shrink.

Greg outlined it very briefly, leaving out the part about being scared that Nick would turn out like Ray Danniels.

"When you see that shrink... you should really mention that. I wonder why it's focused around Nick," Sara replied.

Greg debated with himself inwardly whether or not he should tell her the whole story. He always felt as if he could trust her, and she's always been there for him if he needed it.

Sara's watch beeped.

"I'd really hate to go. But I haven't sleep in hours, so I should probably go before I become to tired to drive home," she told him with a slight laugh once she realized that Greg probably didn't want to talk about the subject anymore, "I'll come see you tomorrow."

Just as she was about to leave the room, Greg quickly blurted out, "I'm scared that Nick will turn out like the man who took me."

Sara decided that her sleep would have to wait. She walked back over beside Greg again.

"What?" she asked.

"That man who did this to me and the others did it because it was done to him. He wanted revenge on the world because he had to suffer. What if Nick decides he wants revenge because he was buried alive?"

Sara was about to speak but Greg continued talking.

"Nick's face flashed to the face of that man. It happened right after Nick shot me... in the nightmare. Now... I'm... I'm just scared of Nick. Scared that he'll hurt me. I know... I know, it's really stupid."

"It's not stupid. I can definitely see your comparison between Nick's and Danniels' situations, but I know that Nick would never hurt you -- or anyone. Heck, it's Nick, he wouldn't hurt anything. Maybe you should tell him about this. Maybe if you hear it from him that he isn't going to hurt you, maybe it'll make the nightmares go away. I'm not a shrink... so I don't know if it'll help, but it just seems like something you should do," Sara explained.

Greg knew deep inside he'd wouldn't be able to get over the fear long enough to let Nick know what was going on inside of his head. There was a part of him inside that knew Nick wouldn't dream of hurting anyone, even if he'd gone through a traumatic experience, but the fear still consumed the rest of him.

"Yeah, I'm getting out of here soon. Two days I think the doctor told me. I'll tell him then," Greg lied, and hoped that Sara couldn't tell he was lying.

"All right," she replied with a smile.

Once Greg had gotten out of the hospital, Catherine had told him she'd come over to cook him a huge "Welcome Home" dinner. She was sure that he was tired of eating hospital food. Once she was almost at Greg's house, she realized that she had forgotten to pick something up for the dinner, so she had to turn her vehicle around to go back to the grocery store.

Nick decided that he would drop by and see Greg, hoping now that he was home that things would be a bit more normal. Even though he knew from experience that they wouldn't be completely normal as of yet.

These things just take time. He kept telling himself.

Greg had seemed okay when Nick called him over the phone before he dropped by, so Nick hoped for the best as he walked up to Greg's door and knocked on it.

When he answered it and let Nick inside, it was obvious by the look on Greg's face that he wasn't over whatever was bothering him. Nick was beginning to feel like coming to see him was a bad idea.

"How are you feeling? Finally glad to be out of that hospital I bet," Nick said.

"I'm fine, and yeah, I am glad to be out of there," Greg replied, even though his answer wasn't entirely true.

In the hospital Greg felt as if he was protected, like no one could hurt him, but now that he was back on his own he didn't feel that comfort and protection anymore. Especially when the subject of his nightmares and fear was standing right in front of him.

The two of them weren't sure what to say to each other, and Nick hoped that any second his phone would ring, and that someone needed him to be somewhere. He wanted to be there for his friend, but he was beginning to think that maybe he should hold back until Greg was ready to talk on his own.