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Chapter Sixteen # Consequences and Memories #

"Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on here? Grissom? Half of these seem to be your students? Should I be blaming you?"

Every student in Grissom's homeroom with the exception of Rick Stetler's friends started protesting, but Grissom held up his hands and answered Atwater.

"These are good kids, Principle."

"Then why the hell are we having a fist fight every other day?"

"There was a misunderstanding." Grissom said as calmly as he could, his eye trained on Greg's still body and bloodied crutch.

"A misunderstanding?"

"I believe that several girls were told by Eddie Willows that Greg Sanders told Willows that Catherine was pregnant. He did not, but they were angry he betrayed their friend so they confronted him. After that...well I think you can see what happened."

"So I should just expel the lot of them?" Atwater asked.

"No." Grissom said firmly.

"True, it would be a public disaster." Atwater considered for a minute, before clapping his hands. "Right. Everyone involved in the fight gets a month of after school detentions, and anyone else caught fighting for any reason will be suspended for two weeks. I will not have fighting in this school, it is for gifted students, not good for nothing idiots! Everyone fighting, and we can see you, get in a line, now." Atwater declared. He rounded up all those involved in the fight and they grudgingly allowed themselves to be signed up. "Hold on!" he called. "You, Stokes!" Nick looked up. "You're covered in blood get down here."

Nick nodded and continued to make his way towards his friends but a firm hand took rest on his shoulder.

Coach Tripp sighed. "You saw what happened, Principle, Stokes went to find his sister and Catherine Willows to break up the fight, he should be-"

"Look, just because he's the only one on your football team doesn't mean he's innocent!" Atwater snapped.

As the two men argued, Nick slipped out from Coach Tripp's hand and calmly made his way to stand beside Morgan in the queue.

Both men paused to look at him. He shrugged. "I fought too. I went for help, sure, but I threw a few punches as well, defending my friends."

Coach Tripp rubbed his forehead and sighed. "Okay, but I want him on Mondays for practice!"

Nick rolled his eyes as Atwater agreed.

Sirens sounded outside and paramedics swarmed in, lifting Greg up onto a stretcher. Morgan whimpered slightly, and Nick felt her grab his arm. "He'll be okay."

"Third time in six days..." she whispered. "His mom's gonna make him move schools."

Nick frowned. "What?"

"His mom has told him one more trip to the hospital and she's taking him back to San Gabriel." Morgan's voice quaked slightly.

"You're kidding?"

"No."

"Aw...fu-"

"Next!"

Morgan stepped forward shakily. Langston – psychology teacher and first aider - checked her over, wrote her name down and waved her on. She walked straight over to Ryan, who was holding what seemed like the contents of a whole box of tissues to his nose.

"Are you okay?"

He shrugged. "Langston thinks I have mild concussion, and an almost broken nose. Almost." He stared at the retreating ambulance, just visible through the window. "It's gonna happen isn't it? She's gonna take him back to San Gabriel?"

Morgan nodded shakily. "Probably."

Ryan shook his head. "God, I hope not!"

A hesitant, tall blonde walked towards them, and they stared bitterly at Calleigh Duquesne. "I just wanted to say that I am so sorry." Her voice broke. "I had no idea that Greg didn't do anything. I couldn't take the way people were talking about Catherine, Willows lied to me and I couldn't think of what else could have happened. I am so sorry; I didn't mean to hurt anyone."

"But you did." Ryan said coldly.

She nodded. "Yeah. I did. I was wrong to accuse him and I was wrong to be violent. I am so sorry, you have no idea how guilty I feel. I am so sorry!"

"Sorry? You knocked him unconscious and you say sorry?" Morgan asked, her voice wavering, and Ryan put a hand on her arm.

"I know it doesn't cut it. But you would have done the same sort of thing if you thought one of us had told a secret of yours." Calleigh said softly.

"You meaning knocking them unconscious and still kicking them!" Morgan cried. "The hell we would!"

Calleigh sighed. "I wish you could know how sorry I am. I hope that he gets better soon."

"Bitch!" Morgan hissed as Calleigh walked away.

"Well, she does have a point. We would probably do something similar. And we wouldn't believe them." Ryan sighed.

Morgan just shook her head.

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Greg groaned softly and eased open his eyes. "Ow..."

A nurse chuckled. "Hello Greg. Again."

He looked up at her. "Nurse...Anna?"

"Yep. You remembered, that's good. Well, not necessarily good that you've been here enough times to remember me, but..."

"Wha' happened?" he blinked groggily.

"You were in another fight. Do you remember?"

Greg blinked again.

"Hey, Sanders!"

Greg turned and saw the whole of Catherine Willows' large table headed towards him with the exception of the only three he felt comfortable; Jess Angell, Nick's sister MJ, and Catherine herself.

"Uh, yeah?" he limped backwards quickly as Calleigh Duquesne charged towards him.

"You little asshole!" she growled, and Greg backed up even further, holding his casted hand up.

"Ex-excuse me?" he stammered.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" she hissed.

He hobbled backwards even further and bit his lip when he reached the wall. He shook his head violently. "I don't, I..."

"You told Eddie about Catherine's baby!" she snarled.

His eyes widened. "No, I didn't, I didn't, I swear, you can ask her!"

"Eddie told me." She scowled.

"He's lying!" Greg cried, shrinking further into the wall. "He's lying I swear!"

"I don't believe you, you ass!" her fist flew into his stomach and he cried out.

"I'm not lying!" he groaned.

"You son of a bitch!" she screeched, her fist flying towards him again. He flinched and something small darted between him and the fist. He gasped as Morgan cried out in pain.

"MORGAN!"

"You bitch, he didn't do anything!" Morgan shouted, shoving Calleigh away. As the other girls ran forwards and Nick, Warrick and the others followed, someone ripped Greg's crutch away. The next thing he knew it cracked down on his head.

He screamed and fell to the floor. He looked up with blurry eyes and saw Morgan covering her head.

"Morgan!" he cried in fear as another crack of pain split his head and his vision went completely black.

Greg blinked a third time. "Morgan!"

"What?" the nurse frowned.

"Morgan, is she, she was, they were, is she okay, is she here?" Greg started to breath heavily. "What about the others, are they...?"

"No one else was brought to the hospital, okay?" Anna murmured.

Greg sighed in relief, before moaning. "Could, uh...could uh...maybe...you not call my mom?"

Anna smiled sympathetically. "I'm sorry, Greg sweetie, she's on her way now. So is your dad."

Greg's head flopped back against the pillow. "Great. Do you have my cell phone? Please?"

She sighed and handed it over. "The paramedics took it from your pocket."

"Thanks!"

"You shouldn't use it in here. Be quick." She rolled her eyes and left.

Greg fumbled for a moment before pressing one on his speed dial.

"Oh my god, Greg, is that you are you okay?"

He smiled slightly. "Yeah, I'm...I'm good are you okay?" he heard what sounded like a sob on the end of the line. "Morgan, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine Greg, I'm fine! God, I'm so glad that you're okay! What the hell's going on? Are you cheating on me with a nurse?"

Greg smiled slightly at Morgan's attempt at humour to cover up the fear she felt. "No, I'm not, Mo, I promise. What happened?"

"Nick found MJ and Catherine, they stopped it. We've all got afterschool detentions for the rest of the month. Calleigh says she's sorry, not that I think it means anything...but anyway..."

"Morgan..." Greg tried to swallow, not noticing the figure in the doorway. He took a deep breath. "I...I gotta tell you something."

"Shoot."

Greg rubbed his forehead. "I...my mom...she's gonna..." he sighed. "If she... if we move... I just wanted to say...I..."

"What?" Morgan asked softly.

"I...I love you." He whispered for the first time.

He could here Morgan sniff on the end of the line. "I love you too, Greg. You can't go, okay? Tell your mom you can't..."

"She won't listen to me, she doesn't care! All she cares about is me being there, she doesn't care if I'm happy as long as I'm the perfect son to show off." He said bitterly. "I don't want to go anywhere! You...you're some of the best friends I've ever had the way you stood up for me today, and I...I know I'm weird and geeky but-"

"You're not. Honestly, Greg, you're not!"

Greg swallowed. "I...I don't think I can go, I don't want to leave you! Not you, or Nick or Ryan or Archie or Sara or Tali or Warrick..."

"I know...we'll...we'll figure something out, okay?"

"No, Morgan it's not okay! My mom is acting as if I'm some sort of china doll, and I...urgh!" Greg groaned.

"I have to go, Greg, or Russell's gonna take my phone. Love you."

"I love you too." He half smiled. "Bye!"

"Bye..."

The phone went dead.

"Greg..."

Greg looked up at his mom in the doorway and turned away. "There was a misunderstanding."

"Greg, I heard the whole thing." She said softly.

"Oh, so you're eavesdropping now?" Greg cried angrily.

"Greg, no. I know that you don't want to leave but I need you to be safe!"

"I don't want to be safe!" Greg snapped. "I wanna be normal and I wanna hang out with my friends, these friends!"

"Greg, hospital three times in six days is not normal-"

"I know, but it's not my fault!"

"No, it's the other kids at this school!"

"No it's not!" Greg cried. "My friends all got a month of after school detentions for helping me and there is no way that I'm just gonna leave!"

"You don't have a choice, Greg!" his mom snapped.

"I'm not going anywhere!" Greg's voice raised to a yell. "I'm not leaving!"

"Yes you are, I'm sorry but your father and I will leave and-"

"I'll stay with Ryan or Morgan or Nick!"

"No you won't! Greg, you're coming back to San Gabriel this was a bad idea!"

"No I'm not! I'm not going anywhere!"

Greg's father appeared at the door. "Greg, listen to your mother for once, please she-"

"I don't care!" Greg shouted. "Go away, I hate you both! Just go away!"

His parents recoiled. Nurse Anna poppe her head around the door and Greg wiped at his eyes. "Is there a problem."

Greg's mom tried to smile. "No, nurse-"

"Yes there is!" Greg interrupted. "I don't want them here!"

"Greg?" Anna frowned.

"I don't want them here! Please make them go away!" Greg looked at the shocked nurse.

"Are you sure, they're-"

"I don't care!"

Anna was shocked. The Sanders had seemed like a relatively happy family, and Greg seemed one of those teens who respected his parents, but now...

"Please..." Greg begged. "Just tell them to leave."

Anna sighed and turned to Greg's parents. "I think it would be best if you gave him a minute."

Greg looked at the floor, biting his lip to keep the tears at bay as the adults left. For the first time in a long time he thought of Katie, his cousin. She used to live next door to him, and they were always playing with each other. She was a year older, but never patronised him in any way. They were inseparable during the holidays, and the bane of the teachers at school.

Then she met Toby. They dated for a while and Greg hated him. He was glad when they broke up, and two weeks later he was invited to Atwater when it opened in six months time. It was then she started losing weight, and Greg believed her when she told him it was under control. He blinked back tears as he thought of her.

They were laughing so hard he thought he'd explode. He and Katie dragged each other along as they ran from the angry tourist they' buried in the sand. They sprinted almost the whole length of the beach, before flopping down on the golden sand in exhaustion.

"God, I'm gonna miss this." Greg wheezed.

"Me too." Katie murmured.

"Why? You're not going anywhere?"

"I meant being with you."

"Ah." Greg nodded. "I suppose that happens when my fans get separated from me."

They laughed again, talking on the sand as the sun set. As the sky went black they made their way back up off the beach and through the streets as they headed home. Suddenly she groaned, and grabbed her stomach.

"Kat?"

"S'nothing..." she moaned.

"What's wrong?"

She stood up shakily. "Nothing. Nothing I'm fine!" she cut off with a scream and doubled over.

"KAT!" Greg cried as she collapsed in the street.

She gasped in pain, spluttering as her face screwed up in agony. "Greg..."

"What's happening?" he cried as her eyes fluttered closed. "No, Kat, wake up! Wake up! Help! SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE!"

Two hours after a passerby called an ambulance, Katie passed away from kidney failure. That's when they told Greg was bulimic.

The funny thing was Greg could see aspects of Katie in all of his best friends. She understood him like Morgan was starting to. Like Nick, Katie loved country music and was amazing at singing it. She was as stubborn as Sara and loyal like Warrick. Ryan and Katie both had OCD; Greg guessed it ran in the family. Archie had known Katie, and they would always gang up on Greg with technology related stuff. Tali reminded him of how Kat was gentle but a hell of a fighter.

The one thing she couldn't fight was herself.

He pulled out his phone and tapped on music, scrolling down until he found the one country song on both his phone and his iPod. Kat's favourite.

"Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor

Reaching for the phone cause I can't fight it anymore.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind,

For me it happens all the time.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and

I need you now

Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and

I need you now.

And I don't know how I can do without,

I just need you now."

Greg wished he could call her. Wished she would call him. He felt the tears trickle down his cheeks and he didn't care.

"Kat...what do I do?" he whispered as the song played. He remembered back to his first general studies lesson with Morgan.

"I really am sorry." Morgan bit her lip. "It's just...well I...a friend of mine has bulimia and most people just judge bulimics before they know them."

"I know that." Greg smiled sadly at her. "Tell your friend...tell your friend that she should talk to someone...get some help."

"I'm not sure she wants it." Morgan said softly. "She's...about my size. She can afford to lose a few pounds."

"What?" Greg's eyes bulged, and he couldn't believe his ears. "You don't need to lose anything! If she's your size, tell her to stop! She'll hurt herself."

"I'll tell her, but she never listens to me." Morgan said sadly.

The song continued to play and Greg missed Kat more than ever. She always knew what to do.

"If I could ever hurt then feel nothing at all...

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and

I need you now.

Said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and

I need you now.

And I don't know how I can do without,

I just need you now

I just need you now."

As the song slowed to a finish Greg thought more of Morgan.

"I'll tell her, but she never listens to me." Morgan said sadly.

When she said it, it had almost sounded as if she was talking about herself. Greg shuddered and dismissed the thought. She couldn't be. Morgan couldn't be bulimic. If she was... Greg curled up under the blanket. If she was bulimic, he would have noticed, right? Unless it wasn't fully fledged bulimia? Or would he? He didn't notice Katie's. Was he that bad a friend that he didn't notice when his friends were in pain? One thing was for sure. If anything happened to Morgan he would be heartbroken. And if he could have prevented it, it would be worse.

It would destroy him.

I know its short, sorry, next chapter will be better.