*Raynedanser's Fic & Icons*

Fandom: Popslash
Title: I Do it For You
Author: raynedanser
Pairing: Jeff/Nick
Rating: PG13 (for language)
Word Count: ~ 820
Author's Notes: Part of the Ghosts 'verse. It would really be handy (though not necessary) if you read that first. You can find the other fics in that 'verse HERE. Part One is HERE.

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Nick opened the door and blinked groggily at his younger brother.

"You look like hell," Drew declared as he shouldered his way inside.

Nick closed the door. "Hello to you too. What are you doing here so early?"

"Nick, it's two in the afternoon. You wanna tell me why Jeff is feeding the kids cereal three meals a day and you smell like you haven't showered in a month?"( Read more... )

[popslash] 266 words of 98* [Jeff/Nick] written for the It's Gonna be May Challenge
Author's Note: This story is a continuation of Ghosts, something I wrote way back when and I just love an excuse to play in this 'verse. ;-)


Even in the middle of the night, the house was well lit. Bright moonlight poured through the windows and Nick was able to find his way to the kitchen for a drink without stubbing too many toes. He got a glass, filled it quickly and walked slowly back to the bedroom, shuffling his feet as he walked.


He stopped in the doorway to the bedroom and leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and just watched. They’d spent the whole day before just getting used to each other again, talking, touching, sometimes not doing anything at all, but definitely not shopping, so the windows were still uncovered and moonlight lit the room.


Jeff was still sleeping, his chest rising and falling shallowly. A white sheet wound loosely around his leg and continued a couple of loose twists around his torso. Nick smiled when he remembered how the sheets had gotten so tangled. ( Read more... )

MANY thanks to bayouskye and msktrnanny for helping me finish this up! :-D



The long driveway meandered through an overgrown field, ending at the front of a low rambling house. It was the house’s sense of sprawl that had attracted him to it in the beginning. The side porch overlooked a narrow strip of faded green grass, which led down to the beach. The best part of all, though, was how far away from everything and everyone it was. The only sounds here were the waves crashing into the beach. No city noises. No car horns, radios blaring, or sirens wailing.

Nick tapped his fingers in a random rhythm against the steering wheel as he drove around the last bend. Before the driveway came to an end, it swept across the front of the home. He shut off the engine and sat there, relaxing and watching. The plants that grew outside the house danced gently in the breezes, swaying lightly to and fro. He smiled as the tension finally drained away. He pulled the key free of the ignition, grabbed the paper sack of perishables from the passenger seat, and got out of the car.( . . . . )