Title: Idiot
By:anmani
Pairing: Nick and Greg
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, with a dazzle of angst
Summary: Nick behaves like an idiot.
A/N: This is my take on why Nick suddenly featured no hair on the show.

Sometimes I'm such an idiot. Like this morning we came home and everything was just fine. We had some good food and Greg wanted to watch a show on one of the discovery channels. Fine by me, many of these shows are good and usually I just watch without complaining. Only this morning I had no idea what the narrator was yakking on about and I had been horny ever since a brief flirt at work. I bet ya he knew it all along. He just loves to play with me like that.

So if I hadn't been an idiot I would be having great mind numbing sex with my energizer bunny but oh no. Not Nick Stokes the idiot.

Anyway there we were on the couch right and I'm not interested in the show but the hottie sitting next to me. So I start to kiss tickle fiddle whatever to get his attention. It worked a treat of course and before I know it I'm on my back and he is all over me.

Now there is one drawback of working nights. You always get to have sex in broad daylight. So all of a sudden he stops and goes:

"Aww that's cute."

And what do I do. I walk straight into this bloody situation.

"What's cute?"

"You've got a grey hair here."

And I freak out. I slip out from underneath him and rushes out here and lock the door.

I have no idea how long I've spent in the bathroom looking at my hair and that fucking horrible single grey traitor. He came knocking of course, he hates if I'm not all smiley happy all the time. And I the idiot told him to go away and I did it in the way I only use if I'm really threatened. Idiot.

So here I am in our bathroom panicking about a grey hair. I could just dye the whole thing like he does. But I hate the idea of getting old. It's enough that my face is all wrinkles when I smile. I guess that's the hard part of having a boyfriend that looks at least ten years younger me, he has the smoothest skin and no wrinkles at all. Apart from his scarred back but it doesn't show like my face. He shouldn't be with someone looking so old as me.

Ok I admit that I've never believed in ageing with grace. My heart is still pounding madly in my chest from the panic attack. Why did he have to see that?

Aha our trimmer. If I take it off nobody will know I'm going grey.

Yes we own a trimmer, but it has never been used on anything but pubic-hair. It didn't take long to learn that short hairs on the balls are nicer when you suck them and that a total shave just gets itchy when they start to grow out again. So we both keep a nice short trim down there.

I know that shaving my head is the only solution here. It's in anyway to have a bold head just look at Beckham right.

Greg is pouting he has put his pouting CD on and I must have been in here a real long because it is the second last song playing now. I'm sure his sitting at the computer playing some first person shooter. He does that when I piss him of and then hide from the argument. I truly am an idiot. But I hate fighting and that's why I love him so much because he's always happy only he isn't but it took me living with him for two months to realize that he isn't continuously happy.

Hmm I better get back in there and apologize. I was right he's at the computer shooting his anger out at some enemy soldiers on the screen. He always knows if I'm in the room so I don't bother to turn the volume down. He'll do that when he's ready to talk. I hate this, I hate this waiting game and I hate that I can't stop it, only he has the power to do so.

"What's the matter with you? One grey hair and you won't even look me in the eye."

He turns to me and just stares at me like I've just stepped out of spaceship.

"What have you done you fool?"

"I love you Nick for who you are not how you look. Don't you get it?"

I am at loss for words as usual and now the room is eerie quiet because the CD has finished.

I want to hold him but I'm frozen in place only now realizing what I've done. I've shaved my head, all my lush hair that he loves to play with, all that have I just flushed down the toilet. Shit I'm such an idiot.

"Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick. I love you no matter what. When we grow old and grey and fat and slow I'll still love you. You know that."

I've always wondered how he can put so much passion and compassion into my name.

And then he just does what only he can; he makes me feel like such a fool for doubting in his love and at the same time he makes me feel so loved.

I unfreeze when he embraces me and he is examining my head with such eager that part of me wish I had done it earlier.

Ok so I still get to have sex this morning even though I had to prove once again how much of an idiot I can be.