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Miss You
0 ReviewsSong-fic set to Miss You by Social Code. N/G Slash.
Disclaimer: CSI, Social Code, and the lyrics to Miss You do not belong to me.
I'm out here on my own
Feeling lost and all alone
Greg walked down the strip, hands in pockets, not sure where he was going, anywhere with beer and guys. Get drunk and have a good time. Not sex, just something to forget about Nick.
I'm mad that you were gone
"What a dick, man! Who'd wanna break up with you?"
"Thanks Joey, but I'm still pissed. I don't want mommy and daddy to know I'm not so perfect," Greg mocked, before punching the table.
"Whoa Greg, that table ain't comin' a part of the bill."
"Shut up Deryk, I can punch it if I want," Greg said, and made his point by punching the table again.
And all my friends are moving on
"Oh, Greg, did ya hear the news 'bout me an' Joey?"
"This ain't the time Der," Joey glared at Deryk.
"Sure it is, us three all sittin' here. Perfect time."
"What?" Greg asked.
"Joey finally asked me out," Deryk beamed.
"Bloody fuckin' amazing," Greg replied. "See ya later."
Greg stood and stormed out of the club. So much for a good time. Fuckin' Deryk and fucking Joey were fucking fuckin' each other. Just great.
I'll miss you forever
I'll miss you always
Why did Nick have to leave him, anyways. He thought they loved each other. At least he loved Nick. And still did. He missed him so bad and just wanted to go and crawl into bed with him. Hug him, touch him, kiss him. God, he missed him.
Goodbye is so hard, but I'll say it anyway
"Goodbye," Greg had mumbled, hoping it was a dream. One week they'd been separated. And goodbye was all Greg had said. He didn't want to. Wanted to beg and plead with Nick to stay. To never leave, but he hadn't and now Nick was gone. Gone forever.
The silence after
This disaster
Greg sat in his living room. Alone. It was dark and quiet. No light, no noise. Didn't want it. He just wanted to hide away. Pretend he wasn't there. So he stayed like that, alone, silent. In the dark.
Can't keep my laughter from healing all my pain
Greg laughed at Sara's joke, even though he hadn't even been paying attention. He could at least pretend he was okay. Just laugh, smile, whatever. As long as they didn't know the pain he held inside. So he laughed, Sara laughed, Warrick laughed. All for pretend, for nothing.
This story's getting old
This dusty picture's growing mold
Greg looked at the picture. The one picture he had of Nick. It was an old one. From three years ago. They were happy. Or so he thought. Obviously Nick wasn't. He had found the picture in his storage unit, collecting dust, mold chewing at the edges. God, why couldn't he get over this? Why couldn't he just move on? All he wanted was Nick, though, so he couldn't move on. Never.
I feel trapped inside this place
Greg couldn't stand it. He needed out. Out of the lab, out of his apartment, out of Vegas, out of his life. He just wanted to go. Go nowhere and everywhere. He'd never thought of suicide, but the pain inside was unbearable. He couldn't stand it. Pushing out and showing. People kept asking if he was okay and he was tired of lying. Tired of trying. He just wanted out. That's all.
If only one last time
Just you and I could stand here face to face
He wrote the note with trembling hands, tears smearing the ink. He wished he could see Nick one last time, but knew if he did, he'd never go through with this. Hell, he'd probably tell Nick and the older man would stop him. Because Nick fuckin' Stokes always had to be a hero. Not this time, though. Not this time. And never again.
Time stands still
Every time
You come to mind
Greg thought of Nick as he pulled the bottle from his cupboard. Time seemed to stop as he emptied all the contents on the counter. Fifty-two left. From the explosion. When Nick had actually first seemed to lose interest in them. In Greg.
Just like
It did that day
When you chose to walk away
Greg had been such an idiot to not see it coming. He should have. But he hadn't.
~~Flashback~~
"G', I can't do this anymore," Nick said as he and Greg sat on separate chairs in the living room. It had been like this for a month, with Nick practically ignoring Greg.
"Do what?"
"This. Us. My parents want grandchildren, Greg. Not you. I'm sorry, I can't keep lying to them."
"What? You're breaking up with me because you're parents don't like your sexuality?"
"Come on baby, I mean, it's not like we were gonna be together forever."
"So what, the last three years meant nothing?"
"No. I mean, we had fun, right?"
"So what? I was just a useless fuck 'til you found a wife?"
"No. that's not.. I don't have to explain myself to you, alright? I just need you to go. By tomorrow."
"Yeah, I'll be gone, don't worry," Greg said before standing and leaving the house, slamming the door.
~~End Flashback~~
And as Greg drifted into unconsciousness, he forgot about his pain. But he still missed Nick. He always would, dead or not. He would.
And the last thing Greg said before losing consciousness was 'Goodbye Nicky'.
I'll miss you forever
I'll miss you always
Goodbye is so hard
But I'll say it anyway
I'll miss you forever
(I'll miss you forever)
I'll miss you always
(I'll miss you always)
Goodbye is so hard
But I'll say it anyway
I'll say it anyway
(I'll miss you forever)
I'll say it anyway
I'll say it anyway
(I'll miss you always)
The next night, when Greg didn't show up for work, was when Nick found Greg's lifeless form. And as he read the note, he cried. What had he done? Greg had only written one sentence, but that one sentence meant so much to Nick. But Greg meant so such more.
'Goodbye Nick, I'll miss you always, dead or alive, and I'll always love you.'
I'm out here on my own
Feeling lost and all alone
Greg walked down the strip, hands in pockets, not sure where he was going, anywhere with beer and guys. Get drunk and have a good time. Not sex, just something to forget about Nick.
I'm mad that you were gone
"What a dick, man! Who'd wanna break up with you?"
"Thanks Joey, but I'm still pissed. I don't want mommy and daddy to know I'm not so perfect," Greg mocked, before punching the table.
"Whoa Greg, that table ain't comin' a part of the bill."
"Shut up Deryk, I can punch it if I want," Greg said, and made his point by punching the table again.
And all my friends are moving on
"Oh, Greg, did ya hear the news 'bout me an' Joey?"
"This ain't the time Der," Joey glared at Deryk.
"Sure it is, us three all sittin' here. Perfect time."
"What?" Greg asked.
"Joey finally asked me out," Deryk beamed.
"Bloody fuckin' amazing," Greg replied. "See ya later."
Greg stood and stormed out of the club. So much for a good time. Fuckin' Deryk and fucking Joey were fucking fuckin' each other. Just great.
I'll miss you forever
I'll miss you always
Why did Nick have to leave him, anyways. He thought they loved each other. At least he loved Nick. And still did. He missed him so bad and just wanted to go and crawl into bed with him. Hug him, touch him, kiss him. God, he missed him.
Goodbye is so hard, but I'll say it anyway
"Goodbye," Greg had mumbled, hoping it was a dream. One week they'd been separated. And goodbye was all Greg had said. He didn't want to. Wanted to beg and plead with Nick to stay. To never leave, but he hadn't and now Nick was gone. Gone forever.
The silence after
This disaster
Greg sat in his living room. Alone. It was dark and quiet. No light, no noise. Didn't want it. He just wanted to hide away. Pretend he wasn't there. So he stayed like that, alone, silent. In the dark.
Can't keep my laughter from healing all my pain
Greg laughed at Sara's joke, even though he hadn't even been paying attention. He could at least pretend he was okay. Just laugh, smile, whatever. As long as they didn't know the pain he held inside. So he laughed, Sara laughed, Warrick laughed. All for pretend, for nothing.
This story's getting old
This dusty picture's growing mold
Greg looked at the picture. The one picture he had of Nick. It was an old one. From three years ago. They were happy. Or so he thought. Obviously Nick wasn't. He had found the picture in his storage unit, collecting dust, mold chewing at the edges. God, why couldn't he get over this? Why couldn't he just move on? All he wanted was Nick, though, so he couldn't move on. Never.
I feel trapped inside this place
Greg couldn't stand it. He needed out. Out of the lab, out of his apartment, out of Vegas, out of his life. He just wanted to go. Go nowhere and everywhere. He'd never thought of suicide, but the pain inside was unbearable. He couldn't stand it. Pushing out and showing. People kept asking if he was okay and he was tired of lying. Tired of trying. He just wanted out. That's all.
If only one last time
Just you and I could stand here face to face
He wrote the note with trembling hands, tears smearing the ink. He wished he could see Nick one last time, but knew if he did, he'd never go through with this. Hell, he'd probably tell Nick and the older man would stop him. Because Nick fuckin' Stokes always had to be a hero. Not this time, though. Not this time. And never again.
Time stands still
Every time
You come to mind
Greg thought of Nick as he pulled the bottle from his cupboard. Time seemed to stop as he emptied all the contents on the counter. Fifty-two left. From the explosion. When Nick had actually first seemed to lose interest in them. In Greg.
Just like
It did that day
When you chose to walk away
Greg had been such an idiot to not see it coming. He should have. But he hadn't.
~~Flashback~~
"G', I can't do this anymore," Nick said as he and Greg sat on separate chairs in the living room. It had been like this for a month, with Nick practically ignoring Greg.
"Do what?"
"This. Us. My parents want grandchildren, Greg. Not you. I'm sorry, I can't keep lying to them."
"What? You're breaking up with me because you're parents don't like your sexuality?"
"Come on baby, I mean, it's not like we were gonna be together forever."
"So what, the last three years meant nothing?"
"No. I mean, we had fun, right?"
"So what? I was just a useless fuck 'til you found a wife?"
"No. that's not.. I don't have to explain myself to you, alright? I just need you to go. By tomorrow."
"Yeah, I'll be gone, don't worry," Greg said before standing and leaving the house, slamming the door.
~~End Flashback~~
And as Greg drifted into unconsciousness, he forgot about his pain. But he still missed Nick. He always would, dead or not. He would.
And the last thing Greg said before losing consciousness was 'Goodbye Nicky'.
I'll miss you forever
I'll miss you always
Goodbye is so hard
But I'll say it anyway
I'll miss you forever
(I'll miss you forever)
I'll miss you always
(I'll miss you always)
Goodbye is so hard
But I'll say it anyway
I'll say it anyway
(I'll miss you forever)
I'll say it anyway
I'll say it anyway
(I'll miss you always)
The next night, when Greg didn't show up for work, was when Nick found Greg's lifeless form. And as he read the note, he cried. What had he done? Greg had only written one sentence, but that one sentence meant so much to Nick. But Greg meant so such more.
'Goodbye Nick, I'll miss you always, dead or alive, and I'll always love you.'
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