Title: The Quotation Ficlet Game
By: Daniella
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: G
Summary: Okay, so me and my dear friend Rach were bored the other evening so we came up with a way to entertain ourselves through writing short ficlets (all centred around Nick and Greggo, of course). The idea was that we would each prompt the other person with a quotation from something we liked (a movie/tv show/et cetera) and the other person would have to encorporate that into a fic. So, here's the quote I started out with: "Friedrich Nietzsche? You stopped talking because of Friedrich Nietzsche?" From: Little Miss Sunshine.

Nick fumbled with the key for a while, Greg's lock tended to stick. The fact that he was also in the process of carrying a case of beer and a bag of nachos didn't really help the situation either. But he managed to get the door open, pushing across the threshold into the younger man's apartment.


"G!" He greeted, immediately set off guard at the silence that met him in return. He had seen Greg's Jetta in the parking lot, so evidently his boyfriend was in, and the absence of any kind of music or noise emanating from a space that Greg Sanders was currently occupying was somewhat disconcerting.


Even stranger was the sight of Greg, sitting perfectly still on his couch, glaring at Nick from across the room.


"Greg?" Nick called out warily, dropping the beer and chips to the ground, his stomach giving an uncomfortable lurch. He walked cautiously in the direction of the couch, and Greg still refused to make a sound. He had his arms folded across his chest, and he had an almost childishly angry look on his face.


"What hap-… Greg? Is… is everything all right?" Nick frowned, mentally backtracking over the last few weeks, trying to recall if he had done something wrong, but nothing was coming to mind. Even yesterday Greg had been his usual fun-and-games self, as they passed a rainy day with an intense match of Trivial Pursuit… and as Greg's annoyed gaze shifted from Nick to the cardboard game box sitting on the coffee table, comprehension dawned on the Texan's face.


He picked up the lonely trivia card that had been lying on top of the box, placed at an angle so Greg was able to stare at it disdainfully.


Name the German philosopher famous for his work, Thus Spoke Zarathustra.


"Friedrich Nietzsche? You stopped talking because of Friedrich Nietzsche?"


"It could have easily been Immanuel Kant," Greg pouted.


Nick let out a relieved smile, sitting down on the couch next to his boyfriend and placing an arm around his waist and a kiss at his temple. "If it makes you feel any better," he whispered into the younger man's ear, "I'm not dating you for your knowledge of Western philosophy."


Greg rolled his eyes, and he did his best not to lean into Nick's touch. "I demand a rematch. Greg Sanders never loses at Trivial Pursuit."


Nick laughed now, and Greg took his amusement as assent, leaning forward to open up the game. "And what will I get when I win this time?" He asked teasingly.


Greg glared at him. "Let the games begin."