Sorry this took so long to update. Basketball season started, and it's proven to be very difficult to find time to write. Hope you enjoy:

Nick rolled over onto his side and stretched his arm out across the bed. He frowned, his eyes still closed, when his hand was met with the cold sheets and not warm skin. He slowly opened his tired eyes and looked to his left where Greg was supposed to be.

But he wasn't there. Of course he's not there. Nick thought to himself. He hasn't been there for 3 months.

Nick took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He shifted so he was laying on his back and stared up at the ceiling. He glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. 7:23. He had only been asleep for a little over an hour and he dreamed about Greg the entire time. Why did that always have to happen?

Whenever Nick could actually fall asleep, which wasn't very often, he would dream about Greg. And every single time he woke up, he would look for Greg, even though he knew he wouldn't be there. No matter how many times it happened or how much Nick tried not to believe Greg was actually there, it still hurt like hell when he realized he wasn't.

Nick was becoming more and more aware of the pain in his chest intensifying every day. The more he'd think about Greg, the harder it would get to breathe. And he thought about Greg constantly.

He tried not to think about anything too much anymore. He was starting to not care about anything. The only thing he had ever actually needed had been taken away from him. Nick remembered telling Greg he couldn't live without him. He was starting to realize just how true that statement was.

As he stared up at the ceiling, Nick coulnd't help but think of everything Greg had done to make sure he didn't get hurt. His heart wrenched at the fact that Greg had done so much for him, and Nick had let him down. Not only had he decided not to put Greg on life support, but he hadn't even stayed with him while he died. He left him alone. Greg didn't deserve that. And Nick didn't think he deserved to be alive anymore.

Before he realized what he was doing, Nick got up out of bed and grabbed his gun from his dresser before falling back onto the bed. This is it. Nick pressed the barell under his chin and closed his eyes. I'm done with everything.

Nick tried to pull the trigger, but it wouldn't budge. What the hell...? He opened his eyes to see that the safety was on. He would have immediatly taken if off, but he was thinking about why it was on in the first place.

Greg.

Greg hated guns. He refused to carry one and made Nick keep the safety on when it was in the house. If Nick forgot to put it on, Greg would be sure to. Nick must have kept doing it out of habit.

How fucking ironic. Nick closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Out of pure frustration and pain, he began slamming the handle of his gun into his forhead until he finally passed out.

Nick slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He was standing in the middle of a huge field of just green grass and a bright blue sky above him.

He suddenly felt compelled to turn around, so he did. Upon doing so, he was met with Greg's smile as he wrapped his arms around the older man's neck. Nick smiled back and pulled Greg closer to him before wrappying his arms around Greg's waist.

Nick just stared into Greg's eyes for a few minutes before he finally had to break the silence. "This is just a dream, isn't it?"

Greg was still smiling. "Yeah, it is."

Nick nodded slowly and forced his own smile to stay on his lips. "I really miss you."

"I miss you too Nicky."

Nick started to shake his head slowly. "I'm so sorry this happened to you...I should have stayed wi-"

He was cut off mid-sentence when Greg kissed him softly. Greg pulled away a little and laughed slightly.

"Stop being so sorry. I'm not mad at you for what happened, it's not your fault. You did what you had to."

Nick shook his head. "I didn't want to let you go...losing you is killing me."

"But it hasn't yet." Greg kissed him gently again. "So don't let it."

"I just can't do this. It hurts too much." A few tears fell down Nick's cheeks as he stared into Greg's dark brown eyes.

"I know sweetie. But you gotta stay strong. I'm keeping my eye on you Nicholas. I'll keep you safe, I promise. But don't let me hold you back. Move on, I want you to be happy"

"I can't. I don't want to. I love you so God damn much Greg."

"Then do it for me." Greg said as he gently brushed away Nick's tears. "I love you too Nicky."

Nick pulled Greg against him and kissed him with everything he had left.

Nick slowly opened his eyes to a terrible headache. He reached up and felt the warm blood still flowing from the cut on his forehead. He felt a little light headed from the blood loss. He blinked a few times to clear his vision before sitting up.

He smiled sadly as he remembered his latest dream. He craned his neck to the right and looked at the picture of him and Greg at some team party taken a few months ago. They were sitting on the swings at Catherine's house and Greg was sticking his tongue out at Nick for some comment he must have made.

Nick smiled. That was his favorite picture. It showed perfectly how Greg may be a genius, but he acted like a kid. Which was never a bad thing. He was always so much fun to hang out with and the most interesting person Nick had ever met.

That's why losing him had hurt so much.

When he was with Greg, Nick felt like nothing else mattered. Greg had showed him that it didn't matter what other people thought and that you only live once, so why not have as much fun as you can?

And Greg had always lived life to the fullest. After the lab explosion, he mellowed out a little, but not too much or for too long. No matter what happened, he was always Greg.

Nick sighed heavily and ran his hand back and forth through his hair. He forced himself out of bed and into the shower. He changed quickly and grabbed his keys before he headed to the cemetary.

There's only one more chapter after this. Thanks for sticking with this story and for all the reviews.