10 Reasons Why You Should Be Writing David/Gregg Right Now: A (Mostly Visual) Manifesto

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You guys. I can't. I have no idea how I missed most of this. To the people who have been sending messages via carrier pigeon only to have their missives fall on deaf ears: y'all are pilgrims. Honestly, I knew in the back of my head that David Henrie was besties with Mason from WoWP and there was real potential for sexy times there, but I see now

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[onthehillside]

I actually forgot to talk about how close the two families are, which is something that just fills my heart with glee. I'll edit something about that in. A sneak peak:





ALSO. DAVID HENRIE LEFT THE SET OF WIZARDS TO BE BY GREGG'S SIDE DURING A MEDICAL EMERGENCY.

When I read about this I emailed miss_bennie and basically said "COMFORT FIC IRL COMFORT FIC IRL" a bunch of times.

And yeah, I think Gregg's going to be fine? Just everyone probably had to have a terror Thursday for a while.

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Haha this is definitely a 1 + 1 = 11,000,0000 kind of situation.

(ONE HAND WAS HOLDING GREGG'S HAND LOOSELY, RUBBING SLOW CIRCLES WITH HIS THUMB AROUND GREGG'S PALM. THE OTHER WAS GRIPPING AN ARM OF A HOSPITAL CHAIR SO TIGHTLY THAT IT TOOK A FULL MINUTE FOR THE COLOR TO COME BACK TO DAVID'S FINGERS WHEN HE LET GO.)

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Using math tell Truth Facts about my OTPs is my favorite kind of math.

(But he doesn't run. Instead, David schools his face into something approaching mock seriousness, and says "Gregg, have you been probed by any extraterrestrial beings in the last month or so? Be honest, this is a safe space." David watches as a corner of Gregg's mouth turns up a little. It quickly turns into a wince, though, and David has to grip the arm of his hospital chair a little tighter for a moment.)

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The waiting room is quiet, save a few mothers cradling bouncing their fussy babies and a kid holding his arm out an angle that is definitely not natural. He decides it's not worth the trouble to figure out how to find a more private place. Instead, he gets a paper cup of shitty coffee and sits down to make some calls. He calls Gregg's mother first. She sounds strained but calm. "Give him my love, dear. I'll text from the airport with my itinerary." Their publicist tells him to hold tight, he's in a meeting with David's agent, but he'll be there as soon as he can, OK? David's father promises to swing by with real coffee after work.

After the calls there's nothing to do but wait.

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Selena texts back, "Cheer up, Captain Emo Pants, I can hear your manpain through my phone." And then "Sorry, sorry. Your boo's going to be OK. Sending lots of love and hugs your way."

He responds with a list of common warning signs of impending appendicitis. Five minutes later she texts "Stop looking at Web MD. You did nothing wrong, it's not your fault Gregg's stomach decided to go all Aliens on him." He laughs, and feels better for a moment.

Eventually their publicist, Chris, shows up, with snacks and a too-tight hug and plans. It's a welcome distraction.

****

Gregg doesn't get out of surgery until well after dark. David's Dad has already come and gone, with the coffee and a promise to take his dog for a walk. Chris has shepherded them into a private room. Gregg is sedated--the Nurse says it's unlikely he'll wake before morning. David knows he's going to have to go home at some point, but the thought of leaving Gregg in a hospital thousands away from his family, alone, makes his stomach lurch into his throat. So just sits there, silently, watching Gregg's chest rise and fall.

Chris speaks first. "I'm sorry to be that asshole, David, honestly." He pauses. "Gregg's been written out of this week's episode, but you're still going to need to be there tomorrow for the taping."

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(Haha neither do I. Also, I'm typing this out on my shitty phone on the bus, so. I'm sure it'll be x-tra typo-y.)

The next day is a total shitshow. David's taped with the flu, he's taped hungover as fuck, and he's taped still-high from taking one bite too many of a medical grade pot brownie. But it's all off, everything. He's hitting his lines, but its all coming out too slow. He feels like he's on a half-second time delay.

And the worst part is no one says anything. Not even Selena, though after a couple absolutely disastrous takes she bends over backwards to match his speed, giving him the space to come in late, making his stunted delivery seem almost normal.

His mother is in his dressing room when its finally over.

"Hey kid." She smiles wryly.

David has never been more relieved to see his mother.

"Gregg's out of the hospital. He's going to stay with us tonight. Why don't I take you home."

"But my car--"

"Chris will take care of it."

"But Vader--"

"Lorenzo took him for a walk after school."

"But."

His mom just gives him a look. He complies.

****

Gregg is in one piece when he gets home, tucked carefully into the guest bedroom, snoring slightly against his stupid Union Jack pillow. His parents must have gotten it out of his apartment for him. His parents are amazing.

David draws the covers back slightly and waits to see if Gregg stirs. He doesn't.

Its been a while since David's folded himself into a twin shared with another person. There's a moment where he thinks he's going to flail off the bed, but then everything clicks together.

He slides his hand over Gregg's chest, taking care to avoid the bandages, and holds his palm steady over his heart.

"Mrmph" Gregg says.

"Hey, mate." David says softly.

Gregg doesn't say anything more. David tucks his head down into the curve of Gregg's neck and falls asleep immediately.

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"I'll always like the look of you, Gregglous. Hey, I even like you now stitched up like Frankenstein's monster." <3333333

AND THEY RODE ON IN THE FRISCALATING DUSKLIGHT.