Title: Untitled
By: fuqmeharry
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Spoilers: Grave Danger
Summary: Nick has a phobia of ants after the events in 'Grave Danger'.

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"Nicky! I'm home!" I called, shutting the front door behind me. No answer. "Baby?" I call again, dropping my jacket onto the couch. A splash of water comes from down the hall. I smirked. He was in the bathtub. I love coming home to a Nick in the bathtub. I slowly walked down the hall towards our room. The bathroom door was ajar. I could hear Nick making some sort of noise. Smiling, I put my ear to the door, but quickly frowned. Was Nick whimpering? Slowly opening the door I said, "Baby, are you-Baby!" Nick was huddled in the corner of the bathtub, his face starch white and his lips blue. I hurried over to him. "Baby what are you doing? Why are you still in the water, it's freezing! I said, dipping my hand into the water. To be this cold he had to have been in there for at least three hours. Nick didn't say anything, he just looked over my shoulder, his face fear stricken. "Nick!" I said loudly, gently smacking the sides of his face.

Nick's breathing quicken. "A-ants," he croaked out, still looking over my shoulder. I yanked my head around. That's when I saw them. A small trail of ants, scurring across the wall near the door.

"Oh baby," I said sadly, turning back towards him. I thought I had gotten rid of our ant problems. "Come on, let's get you into the room and dried off and all warm, ok Sweetie?" I pulled on his hand with mine.

"N-No!" he said loudly, jerking back. My heart broke. I hate seeing him like this.

"Yes, we have to, Love. Take my hand, Nicky. You don't even have to look at them. You'll be ok, Nicky I promise. I won't let them get you." Nick looked at me, his eyes wide and full with tears. As one slid down his cheek, I wiped it off with my thumb. "They can't get you, Pancho. Not anymore." Squinting his eyes tightly shut, he finally took my hand. I stood up, gently pulling him up with me. I helped him step over the bathtub and as soon as both of his feet touched the cold tile floor, he gripped my arm.

"Don't let them get me, don't let them get me," he whimpered. I could feel my arm burning were his hand was gripping it, but I didn't care.

"I won't, Love," I said, wrapping the big, fluffy, white towel around him. "Just keep your eyes closed. They can't get you," I reasured him, leading him out of the bathroom and towards our bed. As soon as we reached it, he collapsed upon it, his body shaking with sobs. "Oh, Sweetie." I laid next to him, wrapping my arms around him, pulling our comforter over us. He clenched the back of my shirt with his hands and sobbed into my chest. "Nicky, it's ok, everything is ok now." I rubbed my hands up and down his back.

"I hate it Greg, I h-hate it!" he said between sobs.

"Nick, it's ok to be scared."

"It's been n-nearly two years."

"Two years isn't long at all." I could feel my shirt growing damp.

"I'm pa-patedic," he choked out.

"Nicholas Stokes. Look at me." I pulled his head up so he was looking at me. "You are not pathedic.

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