Title: Untitled Nick/Greg, Speed/Tyler -- aka, a more manageable approach to the Greg/Speed AUniverse
By: Caroline Crane
Pairing: Nick/Greg & Speed/Tyler
Rating: PG-13
Series: part of the Untitled Greg/Speed AU universe
Summary: What follows is a series of dialogue snippets that will make absolutely no sense to anyone but me. I quit writing this because the plot is ridiculous and frankly, the whole idea of putting Nick and Greg in the same universe as Speed and Tyler -- it's canon, sort of, but it still makes me worry about inadvertently creating some sort of fanon vortex. I think they're probably best left on the cutting room floor, as it were.

There's discussion of Kristi the dead hooker, Speed doing his CSI thing, and another dead girl in Nick's room. The plot's all worked out and very clear, it's just...lame. And that's why I don't write plot.

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"You don't really think I had anything to do with this, do you?"

"Well it's not like this is the first time."

"Come on, you know I didn't have anything to do with that. You were there."

"I wasn't there…"

"Greg."

"Okay, okay. No, I don't think you killed anybody. Did you sleep with her?"

"No. I didn't sleep with anybody, okay? I've never even seen that girl before."

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"Why did you sleep with her anyway? Was she really that hot?"

"No…I mean yeah, I guess she was. But mostly I just felt sorry for her. She seemed like she didn't have anybody else, you know?"

"So you had sex with a hooker to make her feel less alone in the world?"

"No. Jesus…I was just trying to be nice. I knew I should have said no when she invited me in, but she seemed like she really wanted someone to talk to. Then she came on to me and it just seemed like it would be rude to turn her down."

"Do you actually listen to yourself when you talk? Because I think you should just stick with 'she was hot'."

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"That guy…what's his name, Speed?"

"Yeah."

"Did you know he was going to be here?"

"No. I mean I knew he lived in Miami, but I didn't call him and ask him if he was going to the conference."

"So have you…"

"No. He lives with somebody now. It was just that one weekend. Look, it was right after the explosion and everybody was tiptoeing around me like they were scared to look at me, but nobody would talk about it. I met him at one of the panels and he seemed like he liked talking to me just because, you know? He didn't care about the explosion or the scars, he didn't make me feel like a freak."

"You could have talked to me, you know. I mean I'm sorry if I acted like you couldn't – I didn't know if you wanted to talk about it or if you just wanted to forget it ever happened. I just…you could have come to me."

"So what, now you feel sorry for me too?"

"No. It's not like that, G. I'm just saying we're…friends. We've known each other a long time. You can talk to me. If you want to."

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"Bad luck."

"Guess so."

Nick and Greg walk away, Nick looks at Greg. "He's wrong, you know."

"About what?"

"I don't think my luck's so bad."