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Author: paperi_miekka
For: clayangel 
Title: I Ruin Dreams Not Nightmares
Note- This one was inspired by Breathe Carolina's song of the same title, so it's best read while listening to the song.
Summary: "Ryan is trapped between familiar and right."
Pairing: Colin/Ryan and Greg/Ryan

Greg knows right away when Ryan stops sleeping. He acts just a little different, not enough to be noticed by anyone else but more than enough for Greg to realise. He knows immediately what has happened when Ryan finally gets a satisfactory amount of sleep, but Greg doesn't let it bother him. He knows exactly what is going on, especially because of the I'm-a-sheep-fighting-a-lion expression that Colin gets in his eyes whenever he sees Greg.

Colin, for his part, is a very good sport about the whole ordeal. He knows his place, knows that he will always come second (or, depending on how you look at it, third) and he has decided that he doesn't care. It has ceased to phase him when it's Greg's name that is passing through Ryan's lips when they're in bed- it's even happened a time or two during regular conversation- because Colin has accepted that he will never be number one. He doesn't even want to be; he knows that Ryan just wants to push Greg from his mind, and Colin likes that Ryan keeps going to him.

Greg doesn't mind that Ryan keeps running to Colin. Colin is familiar, whereas their problem is that Ryan keeps getting nervous with the new territory. He knows that Ryan will come back to him. He really has no choice. Colin may have his body, but it is Greg with the firm hold on the part that really matters.

Ryan is trapped between familiar and right. Colin may have been right once, a long time ago, but now he is just a safety net for when Ryan gets scared. He was stupid for having backed out on Greg- again- and he is constantly half-wondering what the hell makes Greg always take him back. It's not like being with Ryan is easy, with his terrible habit of thinking I'm not worth the time and the consistent skittish behaviour regarding any sort of new relationship.


Colin shifts uncomfortably as Ryan winces. “I did it again.”

“Yeah,” sighs Colin, “you did.”

“Col, I-”

“Ry, if you miss him so much, why do you keep leaving? Why not go back?” Colin's words are reserved, accepting. He isn't as angry as he should be- in fact, he isn't angry at all. He's known from the get-go that whatever thing they had going on wasn't going to be a lasting thing. Colin is actually surprised that it had lasted as long as it had.

“He won't- he shouldn't-” Colin rolled his eyes and put a comforting hand on Ryan's knee.

“Seriously? You can't possibly believe that. He always does.” Ryan looked away, both angry and ashamed at himself. It shouldn't happen nearly often enough for Colin to be able to say he always does. He murmurs something Colin thinks might be an apology before he's gone again, off to find the stray American in a sea of the English.


Greg opens the door to his flat (he's in London often enough that having a flat is far easier than staying in hotels) with the small smirk that is nearly mandatory for him. That and Ryan's shy smile are all that passes between them before Greg presses a soft kiss to Ryan's lips. No words need to be said, partially because it's become something of a routine at this point but mostly just because it's them. They share a look- this hasn't happened in the past, but they can both understand what the other is saying easier than words.

I'm glad you're back.

I'm not leaving you again.


Author: paperi_miekka
For: draconica_nova 
Title: Different
Summary: "Ryan didn't like London."
Pairing: hints at Colin/Ryan

Ryan didn't like London. He wouldn't go as far as to say he hated it, but he missed being home. As far as he was concerned, the weather was terrible- rain, clouds, and cold all the time. Ryan had fun filming for Whose Line, sure, but the rest of the time he was bored out of his mind. Going outside was out of the question; it was perpetually pouring rain and Ryan was always looked at with mild disdain by the locals. It was like his American friend said: you can't get someone to look you in the eye if you're on the Tube, but the instant they realise you're probably a tourist, it's glare-central. And people say the English are polite...

There was also the factor that he was terribly lonely. His wife was back in America, and he wasn't in London long enough to make any real friends. Sure, the people on the show were great and friendly, but he somehow didn't have that chemistry that the others seemed to share. Then there was that bit where he was the new guy. Ryan was by no means bad, but he couldn't predict what was likely to happen like the others could. He had considered just going back to the United States and looking for work there, but just because he wasn't used to his surroundings didn't mean he didn't like doing Whose Line.

Ryan was reading a newspaper in the green room before a taping was about to start, mentally correcting every programme to program, every theatre to theater, and every colour to color as he went. (Yet another thing he disliked about the country- weird words, weird spellings, and weird pronunciations. It was all just plain weird.) By some work of the gods, he had beaten the others to the set and was doing his best to keep occupied.

“Hi.” A few moments after hearing the shy voice, Ryan looked up into a pair of warm brown eyes and couldn't help but smile.

“Colin!” Maybe London isn't so bad after all...


Author: paperi_miekka
For: jie_jie 
Title: Secrets
Summary: "It's stupid- just a dream."
Pairing: undertones of Greg/Ryan

The glances he was giving had been flirty all night, starting off furtive but rapidly becoming more and more forward as alcohol addled both of their minds. It came as no great surprise when Greg, rather bluntly, suggested that they escape to somewhere remotely more private. As it would turn out, “remotely more private” translated roughly to “the alley behind the pub” because anywhere else was too far of a walk.

Somehow, the perpetually damp brick against his shoulders was nowhere near irritating, especially because he had the incredible distraction of Greg pressed against his front. He was definitely enjoying the sensations, but that all skidded to an abrupt halt when he felt Greg's teeth slide carefully across the skin on his shoulders. They did no harm that time, but they felt sharp enough to do some damage if Greg bit down even slightly. It made his heart race just to think about it, and when he spoke his voice shook with nervousness.

“Greg?” He didn't have to see Greg to know the smirk in his voice.

“Don't worry, Ry... it'll only hurt a little.”

Ryan awoke with a start, fingers automatically clamping down on the side of his neck where, only an instant before, a pair of teeth had ripped into the flesh. His heart was pounding to the strangest drum beat in the world, eyes searching the room but never seeing anything as he tried to work out exactly what was going on. A dream. It had only been a dream.

It was obvious to all that Ryan hadn't slept after his dream, and his skittish behaviour was worrying his bespectacled best friend. Ryan had skillfully managed to avoid any questions for several hours, but Greg finally cornered him during one of their breaks and demanded an answer.

“And don't you dare say I'm fine when it's so obvious you're not!” he added when Ryan opened his mouth to speak.

“It's stupid- just a dream.” He took a step to escape the room, but Greg blocked the doorway and made it obvious that he was expecting more than just a dream. Ryan sighed when he realised there was no way around it other than lie, and, despite all his acting skills, Greg could always tell when Ryan lied to him. “In the dream, you were a vampire and you bit me. It freaked me out a little. Like I said, it's stupid.”

A nervous chuckle escaped from Greg's mouth before he could stop it. “Right,” he agreed quietly. “Stupid.”

“Are you okay?” Greg didn't quite meet Ryan's eyes as he nodded, looking like he would rather be anywhere than in that room with Ryan. “What's going on?”

When Greg finally looked up, his irises had slipped into an unnatural red hue. “I'm sorry, Ryan... You were never supposed to know.” He shook his head as he slowly advanced on his best friend. “I wish there was some other way...” He rested his hand on Ryan's shoulder in what was supposed to be a comforting gesture, offering him a sad smile. “Don't worry, Ry... it'll only hurt a little.”