Fic: Behind The Scenes, Chapter 42 (CSI, Nick / Greg, Ryan / Eric)
Title: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 42
Pairing: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders,
Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko,
Don Flack / Sheldon Hawkes
Rating: PG
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Summery: Six months later. Some things have changed, some things are exactly the same.
Sequel to Soaps R Us:
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 (NC-17) Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Epilogue
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 (NC-17) Chapter 5 (NC-17) Chapter 6 (NC-17) Chapter 7 (NC-17) Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 (NC-17) Chapter 17 (NC-17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 (NC-17) Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 (NC-17) Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41
“Greg…” Nick groaned. He held the open script in his hand, eyeing it like it was a dangerous criminal. “You sent me to prison.”
“Not you, I sent George to jail.” Greg beamed. “You said you wanted more screen time.”
“George spends most of his screen time avoiding a dangerous three time murderer called Big Martha.”
“You want me to change the name?”
“No! I have no idea why you named a six foot five giant like that, but that’s not the issue!”
“You don’t like the shower scenes?”
“It’s a scene from OZ, except that you can’t see anything below the waist.”
“I’m gonna talk to Ryan about that.” Greg explained. “If we shoot it with some carefully placed props blocking the nasty parts, we can actually get a lot of wet, naked men on the screen.”
“Why couldn’t you just write us to take a shower after gym or something!”
“Nicky, I’m hurt. You really think I would create a big storyline just to get a bunch of men naked and wet in front of a camera?”
“Yes.”
“Well… yeah, I would. But I didn’t! It’s part of the story!”
“And how long do I have to stay behind bars?”
“About a month. When he realises the frame up is done so well he has no chance to get out, he’ll escape by seducing one of the guards, knocking him unconscious and taking his uniform and security codes.”
“And till then I’ll just keep my back to the wall and make sure I don’t drop the soap?”
“You’re perfectly safe in front of the camera.” Greg stated and took the script from him. “But when we’re home… I may need to do some practical testing to make sure my scripts are realistic when it comes to the whole “naughty wet guys getting raunchy in the shower” aspect.”
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“What took you so long?” Ryan looked up from the screen of his laptop. “Dinner was hot about three hours ago.” He took a good look at Eric, who was busy leaning against the doorframe to stay on his feet. “Are you drunk?”
“Yeah…” Eric slurred. He took few staggering steps and crashed onto one of the kitchen chairs. “But I didn’t drink and drive.”
“Where did you leave your car?”
“To the studio lot… You know Samson?”
“No.”
“Gotta love bartenders who don’t ask questions and remembers your shoes when they kick you out…”
“Did you take a cab?”
“They called me one… the bartender…” Eric’s head slumped forward and he knocked his forehead to the tabletop. “Are you gonna send me to bed without my dinner…?”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because I’m hours late and totally wasted…”
“I assume you had a good reason for it.” Ryan made an effort to keep his voice neutral. “If you don’t, then I’ll send you to bed without your dinner.”
“Ryan…” Eric’s head rolled back and forth against the table. He looked up. “You got a really pretty eyes…”
“Thanks.”
“… and a really cute ears…”
“Eric.”
“… a really cute-”
“Eric. Explanation.”
“Right… I went to the clinic to get our results… Congratulations.” He grabbed the shopping list from the counter and tore it to little pieces, throwing them around like confetti. “You’re totally healthy... and pretty and spermful...”
“What about you?”
“Glad you asked.” Eric tried to balance a piece of paper on his nose. “I’m a bull without horns. A frigging machinegun without ammunitions.”
“You mean-”
“I wouldn’t get anyone pregnant even if I send a whole frigate of horny sailors to handle the foundations.”
“You’re-”
“Shooting blanks. Imagine that… I spent years worrying about getting girls pregnant, and all I had to do was to go to a doctor, jack off into a cup and they would have told me I’m not gonna have an accidental kid! Or a kid at all!”
“Calm down, it’s not the end of the world-”
“No, but it’s the end of my kiddie project. If we do it, it’s gonna be your kid.”
“Eric?” Ryan took a deep breath and leaned over the table. “You’re drunk, so I’ll try to be patient. If we would have done the whole process with your… stuff-”
“Semen… Say it, semen…”
“And we’d have a baby, whose baby would it be?”
“You just said-”
“Would it be your baby or our baby?”
Eric rested his head on the table. He didn’t say anything for few minutes.
“You got a point.” He finally said. “Sorry I got drunk…”
“It’s fine, I know you were really excited about being a daddy.”
“I still am.” Eric straightened his back so he could meet Ryan’s eyes. “I just… I had no idea… I just assumed I could do it.”
“How bout this? We’ll take our time selecting a surrogate from the agency, we don’t even know if anyone we want is available right now. We’ll try to find a good one and then we’ll see how we go from there.”
“How the hell can you be so calm about this?”
“I’ve had three hours to go through the first stages: Anger, disappointment and other normal stuff when you’re late for dinner. My nerves burn a lot of energy and then I`m too tired to get nervy anymore.” Ryan shrugged. “And have you though about other solutions?”
“Like what?”
“Like using my… material and asking your one of your sisters to help?”
“You mean like carrying the baby? I don’t think they’ll-”
“No, I mean asking one of them donate the egg.”
“I thought the surrogate brings her own. Kinda like "bring your own egg party" or-”
“It can be either way, and don’t look at me like that. You’re not the only one who has done his homework. We could use a surrogate, an egg from your sister and my sperm. That way the baby would still be half Delko and half mine.”
“You think that could work?”
“Maybe, but we`re not gonna talk about it now.”
“Why not?” Eric pressed his mouth against his own mouth and tried to keep his face blank.
“Because I will not have serious discussions with you when you`re drunk. And you look ready to throw up.”
“I do?”
“You’re turning green…” Ryan pulled a bucket from the cupboard under the sink and placed in next to Eric’s head. “And we agreed to take our time with this and not rush into anything, so take it easy.”
Chapter 43