[Fic] Will you marry me?

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Title: [Fic] Will you marry me?

Pairing: Greg/Ryan

Rating: G

Word Count: 618

Disclaimer: I don’t own Whose Line

Notes: Greg dreams the outcomes of saying those four little words

 

 

“Will you marry me?”

 

Ryan looks at me like I’m joking, then on realising that I’m deadly serious, the grin turns to a sneer and Ryan backs away from me.

 

“Ryan? Talk to me?” Ryan runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head,

“Are you crazy?” He’s moving around the room, picking up random objects and putting them back down, moving things ever so slightly then moving them back into place. “We’re not, I mean, Christ Greg! No, sorry but… no.”

 

I wake up suddenly; sweat beading and cooling on my forehead as I search out Ryan who should be lying next to me. I try to shuffle across the sheets but find them wrapped around my legs restricting my movement, reaching out blindly with my hands I finally touch Ryan’s bare hip and he mumbles something and turns towards me, the closed lids showing that he is still sleeping. I relax slightly and let my mind drift back to the dream, then across to my jacket where the box lay nestled in my pocket. I need to stop worrying.

 

“Will you marry me?”

 

Ryan’s mouth drops open before he has time to stop himself and now we’re both just stood here gawping at each other, and I’m wishing desperately that I hadn’t said anything.

 

“Greg? You serious?” Ryan finally speaks, putting his glass on the table next to him and staring at me intently.

“Yes?” The word comes out more like a squeak and before I know it Ryan’s shouting and running towards me. I flinch and wait for the fist to land, I know this can’t end well, I feel Ryan’s arms encircle my waist and suddenly he’s picked me up and is spinning me round, laughing and shouting “Yes!” over and over.

 

I wake up more slowly this time, I must have moved in my sleep as I’m now pressed against Ryan with his arm slung across my stomach. I smile as I think about the box in my jacket and close my eyes once again. I have nothing to worry about.

 

“Will you marry me?”

 

Ryan jerks his head up, fork landing on the table with a loud clatter as it falls from his hand.

 

“Did you...?” Ryan trails off into silence as he looks at me across the candle-lit table and I fiddle with the tablecloth nervously. “Greg, we can’t, you know we can’t. There’s too much stopping us and how would Pat and the kids accept it? They could barely look at me when I told them I was moving in with you.”

“Why do you have to sacrifice your happiness for them?” I mumble, regretting my words the minute I say them.

“I sacrificed their happiness for you remember?” Ryan’s voice is still gentle but I sense something has changed between us. “Can we just put marriage on hold for a year or two, at least until everyone accepts us?”

 

We sit in silence, the candles burning down, and I wish I hadn’t said a word.

 

I shift restlessly and I can feel myself slipping, suddenly everything moves underneath me and I hit the floor with a thud, making Ryan grunt and his curly head appears over the edge of the bed, looking down at me with a bleary but amused expression.

“You haven’t stop fidgeting all night,” He rasps, sitting up and sliding off the bed to join me on the floor, dragging the duvet with him to wrap around us both. I lick my dry lips and grab Ryan’s hands in mine, holding his gaze for a moment, I need these dreams to stop, and there’s only one way that’ll ever happen.

 

“Will you marry me?”

 

Silence.