Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
Author: Sonya Ivanovich
Rating: FRM
Genre: Angsty, Hurt/Comfort. Will be Romance and Smut later.
Pairings: Will be Gil/Greg.
Spoilers: Pirates of the Third Reich.
Summary: Lady Heather decides to play matchmaker for her favorite
customer, Greg Sanders.
Disclaimer: I don't own em, don't sue.
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Lady Heather had once prided herself on the fact that very little
took her by surprise and that there was little anyone could do to
make her break down and show her private feelings, but then that
sick little Nazi wanna-be troll had taken her precious Zoe and had
experimented on her and tortured her and another innocent person for
a genetic thing that she had no control over had made a huge crack
in the careful fa�ade she'd always maintained which had made it easy
for someone like Greg Sanders to drive a truck right through her
shields and land in the gaping hole that her heart used to take up
and make himself right at home.
At first Heather could easily claim that her interest in young Mr.
Sanders was simply proprietary. He was a regular paying customer
and one of her better ones. Most of her customers were often just
men who liked being taken to task by a beautiful woman or vice-
versa. Greg was different, he was one of the rare people that came
to a place like hers because of a need that they found that they
couldn't express. But it wasn't that that first really captured
Heather's heart; talking to Greg over several sessions, Heather was
surprised and refreshed to learn that underneath Greg's intelligent
exterior was a sincerely sweet and kind-hearted young man with an
innocence that one might not notice if they weren't looking for it.
That, combined with the fact that Greg was only a few years older
than Zoe, and was blessed with the same intelligence and
determinated independence that her daughter had possessed and the
same knack for picking the worst men to date; and now, after Zoe's
tragic death, Heather had transferred all of her mothering instincts
to Greg, hoping that she could save him from making the same
mistakes that Zoe had made if she could. She made a point of
drinking tea with him after his sessions and talking to him. Soon,
she'd learned a great deal about his professional life, and some of
his life before moving to Vegas, with one exception, he never talked
about his parents. He could talk about his Papa Olaf and Nana Elsa
and what wonderful, loving people they were all day, but he never
discussed either of his parents in any capacity. That fascinated
her, and she set out to learn the reason behind this exclusion.
"Tell me something my dear Mr. Sanders," she said as they were
drinking their tea. Greg looked at her over the rim of the cup, his
beautiful dark eyes full of question as she set her teacup down.
"Yes Mistress Heather?" the young man replied, mirroring her
movements.
"Tell me about your parents. Not your grandparents, your biological
parents."
Greg snorted and looked down at the floor for a minute before
looking back up. " `Biological parents' is all they've ever been to
me. I don't talk about them because there's nothing to talk about."
Heather's eyebrows rose at the uncharacteristic bitterness in the
young man's voice. That alone told her that there was a lot more to
this than he was saying.
"I beg to differ, Mr. Sanders. The bitterness I hear in your tone
tells me that there is more to your story than what you are telling
me." Greg flushed and looked at his shoes for a long moment before
looking at her. Heather decided to push just a little more. "It's
alright Mr. Sanders. I won't reveal whatever you tell me."
Greg sighed and took a long sip of tea before looking at her. "Not
to hit a sore subject, Mistress Heather, but you planned to have
Zoe; didn't you?"
Heather was a little surprised by the question, answered. "Well, I
didn't exactly plan her, I was in college and her father was a frat
boy I knew."
"But you loved her though. You never regretted having her; did you?"
Heather gave him a slightly confused look, "No, I never regretted
having her. She was my daughter and I loved her very much."
Greg sighed, "I wasn't that lucky. My parents never got along, even
when they were dating. When my mother got pregnant with me, Papa
Olaf threatened to shoot the both of them if they even considered
abortion. They got married and had me. When I was three, my mother
caught my father having sex with my sixteen year old baby sitter and
threw him out.
"After the divorce, my mother decided that she was tired of being a
mother of a child she didn't want anyway, dropped me off at Papa
Olaf's with paperwork making him my guardian and left. I didn't see
her again till I was seven. My father came by every weekend for a
month when I was six and took me sailing. He said he wanted to be a
better father. Personally, I think that the girl he was dating was
pushing him to make contact with me. When they broke up, he quit
coming by. Papa Olaf held me for three hours while I cried because
I couldn't understand why my daddy didn't want to see me anymore."
Greg's voice caught in his throat and tears filled his eyes.
Heather felt her own eyes pricking with tears for this sweet young
man who'd underwent more pain than he had a right to. She reached
out and touched his arm. "Keep going Greg. It's alright."
"When I was seven, my mother showed up on Papa's front porch all
excited because she'd met a really nice guy who wanted to marry her
and she was pregnant again. She didn't even acknowledge me or that
I was her son. I remember Nana asking if the guy knew that she
already had a child from her first marriage and she said that no he
didn't and she wasn't going to tell him because I was a mistake she
made because she listened to her no-good boyfriend and since Papa
Olaf wouldn't let her get an abortion like she wanted, I was his
problem, not hers. After she left, I asked Papa if what she said
was true and he picked me up and held me and told me that it wasn't
true. He and Nana loved me very much and that deep down, my mother
loved me too. I wanted to believe what he'd said about my mother so
bad, but when we went to the wedding, she didn't even introduce me
as her son, she said that I was a cousin of hers that Papa and Nana
were raising."
Heather's tears quickly dried as rage quickly coursed through her at
the callousness of Greg's mother. "Did your mother's husband ever
find out the truth?"
Greg nodded, "Yeah. A few of my aunts took him aside at the wedding
and told him when my mother wasn't looking. A few months after the
wedding, he showed up at the house and talked to Papa and then Papa
let him into the house. I remember him sitting on the couch with me
while I watched the Dukes of Hazard and introducing himself as Mike
Sorenson and telling me that he'd like for us to spend some time
together." He smiled at the memory, "Man, I can still remember how
much fun we had. He took me to Disneyland and to see the Angels
play. He'd come by on his days off and on Saturdays and take me out
somewhere, and he usually brought my little sister. Sometimes, we
just went to the park and played catch. We did that for two years."
Heather frowned, "What happened after two years?"
Greg sighed and rolled his eyes, "My mother found out. She started
becoming suspicious of him always going out on weekends and on his
days off and hired a private investigator because she thought that
he was cheating on her. When she found out that he was spending
time with me, she threw a fit and confronted him. Well, he
confronted her right back and told her that he knew that I wasn't
some cousin of hers that I was her son and that he enjoyed spending
time with me. That's when the shit really hit the fan." He paused,
his dark eyes taking on a distant gaze.
"What happened?" Heather wasn't sure she wanted to hear it, but it
was like a car wreck, she couldn't look away.
"Shortly after I turned nine, Mike took me to a waterpark for my
birthday and my mother followed us there and followed us back to
Papa's house and confronted him right there in the front yard. God
that was scary. She screamed at him and said that he didn't love
her or my little sister and that he should just leave me alone; that
I was nothing but a worthless mistake that her father forced her to
have, and I didn't mean anything. That's when Mike blew his top; he
told her that I wasn't a mistake, that I was a very smart kid, and
that if she wasn't so damned selfish, she could be enjoying me
instead of treating me like dirt. I didn't really hear what
happened after that because she stormed off and Mike made sure I was
okay and made plans for his next day off and left. A few hours
later, my mother showed back up at the house, banging on my window
when I was trying to sleep and screaming at Papa to let her in and
to let her deal with `the little homewrecker'. God, she was so scary
looking; her hair was all wild and her eyes were blank and she was
covered in blood, but before Papa could call the police, they showed
up and arrested her on two counts of murder."
Heather's heart stopped, "Two counts of MURDER?"
Greg nodded slowly, "Yeah. Apparently Mike had told her that he
couldn't believe he'd married a woman who was so selfish that she
treated her child that way and said that he would never had married
her if he'd known that this was how she'd treated me and that he was
filing for divorce and getting custody of my little sister. And she
lost it, she'd started screaming and throwing things at him and when
he went to grab he to stop her, she pulled a knife and stabbed him
fifteen times. Then she'd gone to my little sister's room and
stabbed her five times." He paused, tears streaking down his
cheeks. "She killed her husband because he wanted her to own up to
the fact that I was her son and she killed my little sister just
because she could." He stopped again and wiped his eyes. "She used
the insanity defense and was sent to a mental hospital outside of
Anaheim. Papa and Nana disowned her shortly after that. She died a
few weeks ago and I didn't find out until she'd already been
buried. My father moved to Japan with his business when I was
fifteen. He remarried, didn't bother to invite me, and I have two
half brothers and a half sister that I've never met." He looked at
Heather and smiled ruefully, "Well, you wanted to know why I never
talk about my parents. Are you sorry you asked?"
Heather wiped away the tears she hadn't realized she'd been crying
and shook her head. "No. I'm not sorry I asked." She paused when
she noticed a tall figure in the doorway, a figure with piercing
blue eyes that were focused on the oblivious young man sitting with
her. "Greg, does anyone else know about this? Like Dr. Grissom?"
Greg stared at her like she'd lost her mind, "No! Please Mistress
Heather, don't tell him. I know you guys are friends, but please
don't tell him about this."
"Why not?" Heather asked, stealing quick glances at the figure.
"Because I don't wanna scare him off. Sara came clean about her
past and he backed off on her big time. It's bad enough to have a
crush on a very straight guy, especially your boss, but I don't want
to scare him off just because of what my parents did to me. I'd
rather keep it a secret and love him from a distance, then him know
and be repulsed by me."
Heather's eyebrows rose, this was unexpected, "You're in love with
him." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the figure straighten
up.
Greg smiled sadly, "Yeah. But, I'm not crazy enough or na�ve enough
to think he's in love with me. He's more in to Catherine or Sara.
Ya know, women not Gregs. Like I said, I'd rather feel this way
from afar than not have it at all." He looked at his watch. "I've
got to go. I promised Nick that I'd go over to his apartment to
test out his new video game system." He rose and shook Heather's
hand and kissed her cheek. "Thanks for listening Mistress Heather.
I guess I needed to talk about that more than I thought."
Heather smiled, "It was my pleasure, Greg. I'm glad I could
listen." She linked her arm with his as they walked towards the
door as they headed for the door, Heather noticed that the figure
was nowhere to be found. Greg smiled again and kissed her cheek
again, "Thanks again." As soon as the door was closed and latched,
Heather sensed the figure behind her.
"How much of that sad mess did you hear?"
"Just about all of it. I came over for tea, but paused when I
realized that you had company and I didn't wish to interrupt. Now,
I'm not sure if I'm glad about that or not. It explains a lot
though."
Heather turned around to face the curly-haired man, "So what are you
going to do about it Gil?"
TBC
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