Title: Do I Cross Your Mind? Pairing: Mention of both Ryan/Colin and Greg/Ryan Rating: really, really mild PG-13… could be even PG, but hey, who cares :-) Summary: Greg would probably end up cornering Ryan somewhere remote and private and ask him that one question every one of their fans wants the answer to, but will never ask. They never ask, because they know better. Not Greg. Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Nobody does. Not even ABC. ;-) So, don’t sue me. This is purely fiction from the mind of an arguably overly obsessed fan-girl. A fan-girl who is really poor, mentally strained, and dog-tired because of the late nights she’s spending looking for a writer’s college scholarship… or any kind, for that matter… Author’s Note: I blame this fic on the fact that I’ve watched my WL DVD waaayyy too many times than I care to even think about (and on my lack of sleep and the fact that my Pop’s house guest smokes and that got me thinking of Greg)… This is also my first COMPLETED attempt at slash (you wouldn’t believe how many other stories I’ve gone through before I actually finished this one), so please, be kind, and pardon the crappiness that might exist… As Drew announced the next game (“Weird Newscasters,” but not like Greg cared), Greg was busying himself with thoughts. Nothing too heavy… well, maybe a little. It was just thoughts about the “interesting” interaction between Colin and Ryan. He could sense some weird sort of chemistry in the air about them. Come to think of it, he always did. Ever since he first saw them work together. At that moment, he had thought back to when he and Ryan were like that. Before Colin even got on the show. He… he missed it… Greg was so intertwined in his thoughts; he thought he imagined the faint smell of cigarettes as Colin sat his co-anchor stool beside him. Upon a closer inspection (not too close, or else it would look suspicious), he noticed it was not any old other brand – no – it was Ryan’s brand. The cynical, pessimistic part of him thought the worst, saying to himself that it was bound to happen and that he always sort of knew; this just confirmed it anyway, while the very, very, very small, optimistic side brushed it aside as a mere coincidence and that smoked the same type as Ryan. The giant cynic one, like Godzilla and the cars he always managed to smash, however, ultimately squashed that miniscule voice. He made a mental note to ask Colin about it later. He would ask Colin because Ryan was just as stubborn as himself and would never admit to anything. Greg could just imagine how that conversation would go… Greg would probably end up cornering Ryan somewhere remote and private and ask him that one question every one of their fans wants the answer to, but will never ask. They never ask, because they know better. Not Greg. Ryan will stare at him intensely after he asks the “big one,” as if Greg would have the absolute gall to ask such a thing, and tell him, shortly, that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about and that he’s been hanging around the female groupies a bit too much. Ryan would then end the encounter with a quick and grumbled, “Don’t ever ask that again,” and walk off. Colin… Colin is a different story. As long as Greg as known Colin, he’s known him to be “the good one.” The one guy that never lies… about anything important, anyway. The one that would be honest with you, but in that “nicey-nice” way that Greg found slightly sickening. He also played out how his “interview” with Colin would go… He’d find him in the green room, reading or, just sitting there, biting his nails as he thought deeply of something. Just like he imagined with Ryan, he would ask Colin the same thing. The Canadian would look shocked at first, but then his expression would soften, say something along the lines of, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” and go back to whatever it was Greg had previously interrupted. Okay, so he most likely wouldn’t get a straight answer out of either one… But, damn it! He just had to know! So after the taping, Greg went on a mission to find Colin. Instead, he found Ryan (after a seemingly endless ten minute search), leaning against the side of the building, smoking. Greg stood there for a moment, thinking whether or not it was a good idea to just go ahead and ask him instead, when Ryan spoke up. “Hey, Greg?” He turned and faced him. He didn’t wonder how Ryan knew it was him. They had been friends for too long. “Hmm?” Ryan ran a hand nervously through his hair. “Do… do you ever think about… about us?” Maybe Ryan wasn’t as stubborn as he thought.