Title: That Secrecy Thing. Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway? (US) General Characters: Ryan, Greg, Colin. Prompt: 092. Christmas. Word Count: 755. Rating: PG. Author's Notes: A humorous tale of misconception. Greg showing up on his doorstep was weird enough. Greg seeing him outside of the show was weird enough. Greg seeing him and standing right outside his house on Christmas was just over the top. “Greg?” “Ryan, hey. Merry Christmas,” he said awkwardly, handing over a present. Ryan took it, still staring at Greg. This couldn’t be happening. After what he’d seen, how could Greg want to talk to him? “Uh…come on in.” “Thanks.” “Pat and the kids are visiting grandparents. I…stayed here.” The two settled themselves on the couch, and Ryan could swear the tension was getting thicker. Maybe it was just him. Maybe his neurotic inner self was thinking that Greg had some other motive for showing up…on Christmas…with a gift. Suddenly, his head was full of visions of opening the present to find an old-fashioned, movie-type bomb…sticks of dynamite tied together with an alarm clock flashing in bright red numbers the amount of time he had left… “Ryan? Are you okay?” “Huh? Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Uh, would you…like something to drink?” He got up from the couch and moved toward the kitchen without waiting for a response. What was with him? Greg had no reason to be mad at him, had no reason for wanting to…hurt him. He was just being stupid. His brain yelled at him to stop being such a moron, and for once, he listened. Ryan made his way out of the kitchen, two steaming cups of coffee in his hands. “So…I didn’t get you anything, Greg.” “It’s okay. I didn’t think you would have. You didn’t know I was going to be here, right?” “No, no, I never expected…” “I’m sorry. I just had to see you.” “Me? About…about what?” He wanted to talk about it, didn’t he? About what he saw? Ryan didn’t want to explain himself. What happened, happened, and that was the end of it. It was a one time thing, and he had never meant for it to happen, and he was just getting into the moment… “I know what I saw, Ryan. And…I mean, I’ve never done it, but if it’s something you really enjoy—“ “Presents!” Ryan interrupted. This conversation could not continue, at least not right now. He was too nervous. “I want to see what you got me.” After receiving a quizzical glance from Greg, he quickly tore open the present. Onto his lap fell a collection of DVDs. “CSI?” “Yeah, I figured, you’ve never seen the show…it’s fascinating really, the balance between cases and personal stories of the characters—but that’s not what I came here for, Ryan! I came here to find out why exactly you were doing what you were doing! You can’t keep quiet about this anymore, the whole cast knows about it…” “Greg, it’s really…it’s not what it looked like, I mean, it wasn’t—“ “You think I’m stupid, don’t you? I know exactly what was going on. You were playing around. Trying to…revert back to some weird, twisted childhood, weren’t you? I mean, come on Ryan—playing with Barbies at your age?” Ryan froze. He’d caught him. Dead center, there was no turning back. It had only been a Ken doll…and another Ken doll…and they’d only been doing what Ryan had imagined himself and Greg doing in his head… “I…I don’t know what to say, Greg. What do you want me to say?” “Tell me that this wasn’t just a fluke, and that what I saw was your mind trying to get something out. Tell me that you want him.” Him? “What are you—“ “I know who you want, Ryan. You want him so bad you can taste it. He’s in your dreams, in your thoughts. When you make love to Pat, it’s him you see in your mind. His smile, those big, doggy brown eyes, the dimples…you want him so much.” “Greg, it’s not like that.” “Oh, but it is. It is. And to think, I originally thought it was me you thought of. I guess my instincts were off.” With that, Greg left, and a strange buzzing noise entered Ryan’s ears. He woke up abruptly, tangled in the sheets. He quickly leaned over the sleeping form next to him and turned off the alarm clock. What the hell had he just been dreaming about? Something about CSI…Barbies…Greg. “Wake up,” he said, and prodded the body next to him. He awoke slowly, rubbing his eyes and looking tired. “What is it, Ryan?” “Col, you’ll never believe the dream I just had…”