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slashthedrabble Jun. 10th, 2005 07:25 pm)
shosen.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Jun. 10th, 2005 07:25 pm)Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Greg knew, on some level, that there was air conditioning somewhere around here. He knew that. Strangely, he couldn’t make that connect to the fact that being this hot was wrong, wrong, wrong. It was making his thinking wavy, heat lines, and this was not a good way to be starting his shift.
“G, you okay?”
He looked up, found Nick watching him. Nick, who was usually too damn hot, but right now looked like a cool drink of water.
“Right, definitely not okay then.”
He realised that his mouth was giving a garbled translation of his thoughts and clamped his mouth shut before any more could escape. He couldn’t stop the moan from getting out when Nick out a hand on his forehead, though.
“Geeze, Greg, what are you doing here?”
“I’m supposed to be on shift.” Hey look, he could make real words in real phrases with no subtext or anything. Maybe his brains weren’t melting after all.
“No, you’re supposed to go to the hospital when your fever’s that high.”
“Oh.” So much for phrases. The heat lines were stealing the words on their way from the back of his brain to in front of his eyes.
“Come on, I’ll take you.”
“Don’t I wish.”
Nick really shouldn’t stop helping him when Greg was only half-way off the bench. But he definitely should catch him like that anytime he was falling in the future.
“We are going to be having a chat once your temperature goes down.”
Somehow those words weren’t as ominous as they should have been. Of course, he was still distracted by the furnace in his head and the more comforting warmth of Nick helping him. He’d worry about what they should mean once his thoughts stopped turning to liquid the second they formed.
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Greg knew, on some level, that there was air conditioning somewhere around here. He knew that. Strangely, he couldn’t make that connect to the fact that being this hot was wrong, wrong, wrong. It was making his thinking wavy, heat lines, and this was not a good way to be starting his shift.
“G, you okay?”
He looked up, found Nick watching him. Nick, who was usually too damn hot, but right now looked like a cool drink of water.
“Right, definitely not okay then.”
He realised that his mouth was giving a garbled translation of his thoughts and clamped his mouth shut before any more could escape. He couldn’t stop the moan from getting out when Nick out a hand on his forehead, though.
“Geeze, Greg, what are you doing here?”
“I’m supposed to be on shift.” Hey look, he could make real words in real phrases with no subtext or anything. Maybe his brains weren’t melting after all.
“No, you’re supposed to go to the hospital when your fever’s that high.”
“Oh.” So much for phrases. The heat lines were stealing the words on their way from the back of his brain to in front of his eyes.
“Come on, I’ll take you.”
“Don’t I wish.”
Nick really shouldn’t stop helping him when Greg was only half-way off the bench. But he definitely should catch him like that anytime he was falling in the future.
“We are going to be having a chat once your temperature goes down.”
Somehow those words weren’t as ominous as they should have been. Of course, he was still distracted by the furnace in his head and the more comforting warmth of Nick helping him. He’d worry about what they should mean once his thoughts stopped turning to liquid the second they formed.
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“Come on, I’ll take you.”
“Don’t I wish.”
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