Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
Chapter Nine: Going Home
by
ScarletFBL
Summary: Just like the title says....
Rating: FRM
Greg's heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest, it was
beating so hard. He took in a deep breath and tried to calm his
frazzled nerves. He walked over to the front to and opened it.
"Papa Olaf, I-" He was cut off.
Papa Olaf pushed Greg aside and walked into Nick's house. "What is
going on here, Greg?" He said, his thick accent making his words a
little hard to understand, which was made worse because he was upset.
Someone was yelling at *his* Hojem? He wouldn't stand for it! "I
heard raised voices," he continued. He glared at Nick who stood there
somewhat awkwardly.
Greg rubbed at his neck. He was angry at what Nick had said to him,
but he didn't want to make matters worse by putting Nick on Papa
Olaf's bad side before they even got a chance to meet. "Um�we were
just having a bit of disagreement."
Papa Olaf frowned. He walked further into the house and stood in
front of Nick, silently sizing the other man up.
Nick tried not to show that he was the least bit intimidated. Papa
Olaf was a large man, taller than Nick himself. Nick noticed that
Greg and his grandfather looked eerily alike. The only things that
were different about them was their age, their builds (the older man
was very muscular), their eye colors (Greg`s being a unique hazel and
Papa Olaf, an icy electric blue), and their hair (Papa Olaf`s was jet
black with hints of gray showing at the temples). The man looked a
lot younger than Nick had imagined.
Nick's jaw tightened as he saw a sneer appear on the older man's
face. He looked into the man's eyes and accepted his challenge. Out
of the corner of his eye, he could see Greg's parents cautiously step
into the house.
"What is your name, boy?" Papa Olaf asked.
Nick jammed his hands into his pocket to hid the fact that his hands
had balled into fists. He was thirty-two years old! He wasn`t young
enough to still be called a boy by any stretch of the
imagination. "Nick Stokes," he ground out.
"What is it that that you were yelling at my grandson about?" Papa
Olaf asked.
Nick's eyes briefly flickered over to where Greg and his parents were
still standing. Greg looked apprehensive, even more so than his
parents. He was frowning and biting his lip. The sight of the
normally vibrant and talkative Greg looking to demure and downtrodden
in the presence of his grandfather only managed to serve as a
reminder of what he was angry about only moments ago.
"I didn`t want him to go back to Norway," Nick said, looking back at
the man standing before him.
"That is not your decision, whether or not he is going back. It is up
to his parents and myself."
"We were arguing about that, too. I think the laws are shit. You
shouldn`t be able to control his life. He`s a grown man," Nick said.
"Do not comment on matters that you know nothing about. He is blind.
There is no way that he could take care of himself. He will always
need us to care for him," Papa Olaf said.
"No, he won`t. I can take care of what he needs, here," Nick said.
Mrs. Sanders watched her father and Nick volley back in forth in some
sort of male posturing mode. She knew how stern and intimidating her
father could be, but she could tell that Nick wasn't about to back
down from her father so easily, and she silently admired him for
that. It was much more than she had ever done.
She laid a hand on Greg's shoulder. Greg jumped. He had been so
focused on what was going on with his grandfather and Nick that he
hadn't even heard his parents come up behind him.
"I`m sorry for startling you, sweetie," she soothed. "We`d just come
up to the door, and your grandfather heard yelling. I could
understand what was being said, but I don`t think that he was paying
attention to that. I`m sorry that we weren't able to calm him before
this happened."
Greg reached over and grabbed her hand, holding it in his. "It`s
okay, Mom. I know how Papa Olaf gets, sometimes. It`s not your
fault." He continued to listen to his grandfather and Nick argue.
Papa Olaf scoffed at Nick. "Oh? And how will you be able to do that?
You know nothing of what he needs. You`re just a stranger to him and
to me!"
"Not to Greg, I`m not. I know him better than you know. I care for
him in a way that you can`t. I love him!" Nick said. He probably
shouldn't be saying this to the man that held Greg's future in his
hands, a man he'd just met, a man who obviously disliked him, but he
couldn`t let his love for Greg be dismissed without even being
acknowledged.
Papa Olaf's mouth snapped shut. His jaw clenched, and Nick could have
sworn that the older man had stopped breathing all together. He
looked at Nick for a long moment before slowly turning his head and
looking at his grandson.
Greg bit his lip. He felt like crying right now. His face was blotchy
and red from trying to keep it in. He really hadn't wanted Nick to
say that he loved him to his grandfather. His grandfather was a
homophobe if there ever was one. He didn't even know that Greg was
gay. Greg had never found the heart, nor the courage to tell him,
fearing how he'd react. He would have told him eventually, when his
and Nick's relationship had time to solidify, and their bond to
became deeper. They wouldn't have that chance, now. A single tear ran
down his cheek as all the fears, and all the insecurities that he'd
been repressing since he'd come to stay with Nick bubbled back to the
surface.
Papa Olaf's heart clenched, seeing the answer he needed written on
Greg's face. His precious Hojem, the precious son of his heart was�in
*love* with this man? He turned back to Nick. This man was much older
than Greg. Greg was just a boy! He must have brainwashed his grandson
into thinking that he loved him. The man was a pervert!
With a roar, he hauled back and punched Nick square on the jaw,
knocking him on the ground.
If the man hadn't yelled like some inhumane animal, Nick wouldn't
have expected the hit that flew towards him. He didn't have enough
time to react, though, and he took the brunt of the blow, falling to
the floor. He laid there, dazed.
"Papa!" Greg screamed. He could tell what had happened, but he
couldn't believe it. He rushed forward and a pair of hands caught him
before he could get to Nick.
Papa Olaf looked down at Greg. "Do not touch him, Greg. He is filth!
He has filled your mind with unnatural things, and I will not have
you subjected to it any longer. We are leaving!" He said. He let Greg
go, only to turn him around and grab Greg's arm in his hand. He knew
that Greg didn't like to be pulled around, but he would have to
endure it for his own good.
Greg struggled against his grandfather's hold. "Papa, no! Please,
don`t make me go back! I want to stay here with Nick. I love him!" He
cried out as Papa Olaf's grip tightened painfully at his words. "Ow!
Papa, you`re hurting me!" Tears were flowing down his face now. His
Papa Olaf had never hurt him before.
Papa Olaf loosened his grip only marginally, but didn't let him
go. "Can you not see that he is hurting you? He has you brainwashed!"
He yelled.
"No, Papa, you don`t understand. I love him, and he loves me. I know
that you don`t like that idea of two men loving each other, but we
do. Nick doesn`t have me brainwashed."
Papa Olaf's eyes narrowed again. He pulled Greg closer to him. "Has
he had sex with you, Greg? Do not lie to me!" He hissed.
Greg flushed in embarrassment and bit his lip again, looking down.
With a yell that was even more animalistic than the first, he started
to yank Greg towards the door again. He ignoring Greg as he cried out
at the pain that shot up his arm, and the fingers that weakly clawed
at his hand.
Greg was sobbing so harshly now, that he could barely stand up. He
tried to get his grandfather's hand off of him, but that only made
the man throw his arm around his waist and continue to drag him
outside.
His parents stood helplessly by the door, stunned by the whole scene
that was unfolding, and the revelation that their only son was gay
and in a sexual relationship with another man. They felt that they
should do something, but they knew that they couldn't. Papa Olaf had
been nothing but good to Greg up until now, and he was taking care of
them. He took care of the whole family. He had even paid for the
plane tickets to fly all three of them out to Las Vegas. Papa Olaf
was a rich and powerful man in Norway, and it wouldn't be wise to
cross him on any level.
Papa Olaf dragged a sobbing Greg out to the cab that was still
waiting. Earlier, they had only just stepped out of the cab when he
had heard the yelling from the house, and he hadn't paid the driver
before he ran up to the house to investigate. The driver had stayed
to wait for them to come back so that he could get his fare.
Greg parent's followed them outside silently. Mrs. Sanders had tears
in her eyes, and Mr. Sanders stared stonily ahead, trying not to hear
his son's cries.
Papa Olaf reached forward and opened the car door.
When Greg heard the sound of the car door being opened, he really
began to panic. This was really happening! He was going to be taken
away from Nick! He began to scream.
"No, Papa! Please, no! I`ll do anything, just don`t take me back!" He
sobbed.
The sound of Greg being so distraught normally would have awakened
the soft, compassionate part of him, but this time, Papa Olaf was so
enraged that it didn't register. "Be quiet! It is for your own good!"
He said, before he pushed Greg into the cab.
In the house, Nick had finally come to his senses. He stood up,
rubbing his jaw. "Fuck! The asshole sucker punched me! Motherfucker!"
He turned towards the door, hearing Greg screaming outside. "Greg!"
He ran outside, and his heart nearly stopped. "No! Leave him alone!"
He yelled, running towards the cab.
Papa Olaf, turned, hearing Nick. He turned to his daughter and her
husband. "Get in!" He commanded.
They complied without hesitation. Mr. Sanders sat in the front, while
his wife sat in the back with their son. Papa Olaf ran over to the
other side of the cab and got in, putting Greg in between him and his
daughter. He ignored Greg pushing against him, trying to get him away
from him. He looked up at the stunned cabdriver. "Take us back to the
airport!" He said. He threw a wad of money at the driver.
The driver nodded, picking up the money. He gave on last pitying look
at Nick before he floored the ignition and speed out of sight.
Nick had only been feet away from the cab when it speed out of his
reach. "No!" He shouted. He fell to his knees right there in the
street. He didn't care if the neighbors saw him. The best thing in
his life had be torn away from him. He put his hands in his hair and
pulled, not caring about the pain, or the hairs that were being
pulled free of his scalp. "No, no, no!" He repeated over and over.
How could if have all gone wrong so quickly? He let go of his hair,
put his face in his hands and cried.
Greg had cried himself tired as they rode to the airport. He had
moved himself as far away from his grandfather as he could possibly
get while sitting between him and his mother. His head had lolled
against her shoulder a long time ago, his tears wetting and staining
her blouse.
Mrs. Sanders had her arm around her son, holding him against her. Her
heart broke for her son, and she felt like she didn't deserve to be
called his mother for subjecting him so much pain. While she,
herself, didn't agree with same-sex relationships, Greg was her son
and she wouldn't have handled him falling in love with another man
like her father had. The job of being a parent to Greg was quickly
being taken over by her father. The tears finally started falling
from her eyes as she looked out of the car window at the Nevada
desert passing by.
How would she ever be able to make this up to him?
A/N: Woah�.don`t hurt me for doing this to Greg and Nick! It just
came out that way, I swear! *Backs away, slowly* Hee hee�. *RUNS!*
Listened to: Rain- "Nan" & "11 Days"
