Title: Moving Day
By: kennedy
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: G
Summary: A belated piece written for Valentine's day.

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It's come to this, and I hope I'm not dreaming Greg thought to himself as he watched Nick struggle with the key to the front door.

"I think they gave me the wrong one." Nick said, frustration evident in his voice.

"No, you're just incompetent." Greg said lightly.

"Quiet, G." Nick replied, sternly but with a wide smile.

Greg grinned. So here they were. After many mishaps, ups and downs, secrets and revelations, they were finally at this day. Where there was no turning back. Nobody was in the dark any more, official documents had been signed, until eventually they were standing on this very porch.

And his arms were aching. "This box is heavy."

"Then put it down." Nick muttered, wriggling the key.

"And show myself up to be the weakling? No way."

"I just don't want your arms to snap." Nick said out of one corner of his mouth.

Greg pushed him slightly with the box. As Nick fell forward, the key twisted and the door opened.

"There!" he said, triumphantly.

"Let's hope that's not the usual way we're going to have to tackle that door." Greg mused. "That could be all kinds of frustrating."

"I'll do something to fix it later." Nick reached back, and grabbed him by the elbow. "Here goes, Greggo."

He pulled him inside.

It was a small hallway, but it opened up into a large, bright living room. The wooden floorboards seemed to glow in the light coming from the bare windows. Greg immediately began thinking about where their combined resources of furniture would fit.

"Earth to Greg." Nick waved his hand in front of his face.

Greg gave a slight laugh in reply.

Nick walked into the centre of the room and gave a low whistle. "Not too bad. It seems a bit smaller than I remembered though."

"Who cares?" Greg couldn't wipe the smile off his face. "It's ours."

Nick looked back at him. "Yeah, it sure is. Now put down that box, chicken-arms."

Greg obeyed, placing it on the floor. He had declared that coffee should be at hand as soon as they stepped in the front door, for a toast. The others from the lab would be coming by throughout the day to check it all out and to help move various bits and pieces - and of course, let the boys show off.

As he straightened back up, Nick grabbed him in and pulled him into a bearhug. "This is it, babe." he whispered in his ear, his breath warm against Greg's skin.

"It's kind of scary." Greg admitted.

"That's what makes it so cool."

Shrouded in the warmish midmorning sunlight, kissing each other, they knew at the same time that everything they had been moving towards for the past few years had now come to fruition.

They were finally home.

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