wl_fanfiction | Hazard - Chapter 1 (Reply)

A big thanks to everyone for your kind comments so far, as promised I wouldn't leave you all hanging too long... Onwards to Chapter 1! Comments or criticisms welcome as always.

Flo xxxxx

Title: Hazard
Chapter(s): 1 of ?
Rating: PG (Nothing too bad I don't think)
Characters: Greg and Ryan
Notes: Based on the song "Hazard" by Richard Marx

Ryan Stiles was in his kitchen, soaked to the bone. He had not removed his coat: his desperation overrode his need to be warm. After washing his hands clean in the kitchen sink he dragged his tired feet into the lounge.

Flinging off his coat and tugging off his shoes he lay sprawled across the worn sofa in his small, English apartment in Hampstead Heath, London. The October rain was pelting the windows with vicious force. Clicking on the television set his eyes stared blankly at the screen, the reception of the channel fuzzy in the rampaging storm outside.

He lay thinking. Everything was a mess. He missed the simplicity of life a few years ago. His apartment slowly heated up, warming every fibre of his body. Steam began to rise off of the bottom of his soaked trousers. Luckily his coat had covered the majority of his body, protecting him from the icy knives being flung outside by the elements.

Ryan jumped as a knock at the door broke him out of his reverie. The sofa creaked as he forced his lanky frame into a standing position. His back ached, tiring him further as he padded across the carpet to open the door.

In the doorway stood a drenched Greg. His fluffy curls were sodden and floppy and Ryan had no idea how he could see through his rain soaked spectacles.

“Ryan, let me in.” Greg’s voice was fearful, panic-stricken. He tried to push past Ryan.

“Whoa, buddy. What’s happened? You look awful.” Ryan looked at his colleague with concerned eyes.

“I’ll explain, just please let me in before they get here.” Greg’s eyes flitted around. Ryan was reminded of a small animal caught in a trap, petrified and desperate.

“Before who gets here, Greg?” Greg ignored him, however, and pushed his way into the apartment His large coat dripped rain steadily in a messy puddle on the floor.

“I feel sick.,” he mumbled. Ryan scooped up the smaller man and dragged him to the bathroom, where he retched and vomited violently into the toilet bowl. He continued to heave, splutter and vomit for several minutes.

Ryan rubbed his friend’s back. As the bespectacled man stood shakily up, complexion grey and pasty, he looked sadly into Ryan’s harsh green eyes with his soft brown ones. Ryan took off Greg’s coat.

“What’s going on Greg? You knock on my door at 11pm, soaked to the bones and vomit violently in my toilet. Why are you here?” Confused, Ryan stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. Greg wasn’t leaving until he got some answers.

Greg shook violently, chest heaving in increasingly shallower breaths. Ryan looked into his eyes and was horrified to see tears brimming there.

“I… I….”

Greg stood before him, tears streaming from his eyes now.

“You what? Tell me Greg.” His face was contorted in frustration. Greg backed away, scared. He gulped. He had come here for some comfort.

“Tell me!” growled Ryan, frantic for answers.

More hammering at the door. Ryan looked around. “Stay there.” he spat at Greg, who had fallen to his knees.