Was that fast enough for everybody? I would have gotten it in sooner but I had to go and sign Griffon up for Aikido lessons. Watching men throwing each other around and rolling around the ground...
Where was I?
Oh yeah - and now for your enjoyment....
This is about two parallel worlds. One which we know about and another that our Brian has found himself in. There will be a major character death in the other world - actually - there already has been. There is nothing squicky, per se. It's just a dark story. Our boys will still be together in the end and no, they won't be dead but very much alive - this is the best way I can think of to show once and for fucking all how much Brian Kinney wants to be with Justin Taylor. Just trust me but yes, this will get angsty.
Title: Through a Mirror Darkly
Pairing: Brian/Justin - duh!
Warnings: Character Death but not what you think.
Summary: Takes a strange turn at the end of Episode 217, when Brian goes to tell Justin about his new partnership.
Disclaimers: I don't own Cowlip or the boys - and I don't own my characters in the other dimension either, sadly.
Author's Note: For the purpose of this story - Justin never went on the trip to Vermont since Mikey was a good friend to BOTH Brian and Justin and convinced Justin to stay and wait for Brian.
"A few of hours ago," Brian replied excitedly. "Where's Justin?"
Ted looked over at Brian and scoffed.
Emmett looked at Brian questioningly. "Who's Justin?"
Brian looked at Emmett as if he had grown wings to go with those feathers.
"What do you mean, 'who's Justin?'" Brian asked.
Emmett ducked his head down and looked back at Brian as if he were speaking to a five year-old. "I mean...well...I mean," Emmett said with a flick of his wrist and then put his hand on his hip, "who is Justin?" Emmett then did that head tilt thing that Brian knew meant, 'I really don't get the question.'
Brian looked at Mikey and Ted, who both look confused also.
"Can one of you two please tell Emmett, who seems to have had some kind of memory lapse, probably due to being Babylon's favorite bottom boy, who Justin is?" Brian said while smirking at Emmett.
"Hey," Emmett protested. "I'll have you know that there is still no scientific proof yet that too much bottoming is bad for you." Emmett then laughed.
Brian then turned to Mikey and Ted who had yet to say anything. "Well?"
Mikey shook his head. "Uh, Brian, I would love to explain who Justin is..."
"Good," Brian said and nodded in satisfaction. Then he could find out where Justin was.
"When you explain it to me," Mikey said and then all the men, except for Brian of course, chuckled.
Brian took in the expression of each face in turn. Each one was laughing - not understanding how much the joke was really hurting Brian.
"This isn't funny. Now where the fuck is Justin?" Okay, Brian thought, he'd had enough of this. Besides, it was starting to creep him out.
"Brian," Mikey said while scoffing, "quit it. Now who's this Justin?"
When Brian went to respond to Mikey, he stopped. He couldn't believe he had missed it before. But it was there, as plain as the nose on Mikey's face.
Or in this case, the goatee on Mikey's face.
"When the fuck did you get that thing?" Brian exclaimed pointing at Mikey's new acquisition.
All three men stopped laughing to look at what Brian was pointing at. They followed his line of sight and saw he was pointing to Mikey's goatee.
"Uh...Brian...I've had this for quite a while," Mikey replied while stroking the thing.
"No you didn't. Before I left on my trip, you had no chin hair. Now you have that...that chin rat. It looks worse than that kid's, you know, that violinist who likes to play out in the park by the gazebo."
Ted addressed Mikey as he pointed to Brian, "are you gonna take that from him?"
Mikey looked pissed. "No I'm not! Briiian!"
"Oh, good comeback," Ted said.
Brian had really had enough. He just wanted to find the kid, give him his news and go on with his life. Unless this was some way to get back at him for leaving for Chicago and Justin had them all in on it.
"You know, if this is some kind of joke - you know - 'oh look at poor, brain-damaged Brian' joke or 'let's see how fucked up we can make Brian look' joke - it's not really that funny. Did Justin put you up to this?" Brian asked a bit desperately.
"If anyone is joking around here, I'm pretty sure it's you Brian," Ted supplied. "And now you've brought in this imaginary co-conspirator."
Everyone looked at Brian with a concerned expression on their face.
"Fine! Whatever...just tell me where Justin is...I have good news and I want him to be the first to hear it," Brian said while wiping the back of his neck. That uneasy feeling that he had been getting ever since he walked into an empty loft was compounding on itself now.
"Brian, we can't tell you where Justin is," Mikey said.
Brian looked up quickly, knowing that finally the joke, as sick as it was, was over.
"Because, we don't know who Justin is," Mikey said with a slightly worried look on his face. "So...what's the news?" Mikey asked excitedly.
The joke wasn't over and Brian had that feeling in his gut again - that this wasn't a joke. The blank stares of recognition on the men's faces were enough to let him know. While trying hard to keep from getting sick all over the steps of Woody's, Brian looked back at the three men gathered before him. He would hate himself later if this was really a joke for what he was about to do but he found himself not really caring at the moment. "Justin...he's blond and sweet and he comes up to here on me," and with that Brian put his hand up to his chin. "Deb always calls him Sunshine because of his smile..."
"Oh, now he's sucked your mother into this delusion," Ted said to Mikey. "Please continue. This is very entertaining."
"He likes to sketch, especially me and my cock, and he's a pain in the ass but he's my pain in the ass. And he's been living with me since the accident..."
Ted scoffed again while Mikey and Emmett started to break down laughing.
"God Brian. You really had us going there. Okay, joke's over now," Mikey said while trying to get his breath back after laughing so hard. "To think you would actually have us believe that you, you of all people, would have someone living at the loft with you. Good one Brian," and with that Mikey put his hand on Brian's shoulder.
Brian swallowed and then continued. "So that night, when Gus was born..."
"What about that night Brian?" Mikey asked, getting that worried look on his face again.
"That night, I didn't pick up a trick and take him back home with me and then take him to the hospital?"
"Shit Brian! What are you fucked up on?" Mikey screamed. "Okay, I'll humor you. You got the call early in the day from Mel. We hung around the loft until they told us it was okay to go over to the hospital. You and I were there. There was no trick. Then you took some E, fucked some nurse, Mel and Linds got pissed off at you and kicked you out of the hospital. I drove you home. You crashed and I picked you up in the morning. End of story."
That was it. Brian saw it in his head. The words were trying to come to the forefront of his brain - big as fucking life. A marquee made up of LED lettering blinking on and off - THIS IS NOT A JOKE.
Brian tried hard not to let his voice crack as he looked back at the men. He was way past the stage of wanting to vomit on the sidewalk and was quickly going straight to desperately wanting to rock back and forth on his haunches while banging his head against the wall. Anything to get this sick feeling to go away. "So that night, I didn't pick up a kid under a streetlight, with blond hair and the bluest eyes you could ever find and a stupid blue plaid shirt?"
Ted and Emmett exchanged nervous glances with each other.
"Um, no Brian, you didn't, but this is really spooky," Emmett said. "Because Ted did pick someone up that same night that fits that description."
Somewhere deep in the recesses of Brian's brain, he hoped to fucking God that that was a fucking joke.
And sometime, about an hour before all this happened, in another place but not another time....
Brian rode the elevator up to his loft. He couldn't wait to get in and change and meet the guys at Woody's. He had just left that fucker Vance with the news that he was now his partner.
He would treasure the look on the asshole's face every time he would be invited to those boring office parties or cocktail parties put on by the little woman. He almost wished he could have gotten it on film. Cynthia, after having seen what had happened had leaped into his arms and crushed him in a hug so tight, he would need to steam press his suit before wearing it again.
Faithful Cynthia - always there. He would need to figure out a way to reward her for all her hard work. He remembered the look she had given him as he put her down from the hug. It was strange and it was almost as if she were looking right through him.
But for now, all he wanted to do was to hop in the shower, get dressed, meet up with Mikey, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, and maybe, possibly bring someone home tonight for some extra curricular activities.
He opened the loft door and walked in noticing all the lights were on. He knew he had turned them off before he left. Maybe Mikey was here. But Brian was sure he told him to meet him at Woodys. Brian stopped when he spotted a desk in the middle of the room - one that was crowded with posters and watercolors and a big computer sitting in the middle of the mess. He looked behind him and sure enough, there was his desk, neat and orderly as always.
Of course, that was nothing compared to what happened next. One minute he was standing in what he thought was his loft, when the next, he had his arms filled with a blond kid who had wrapped his arms around his neck, his legs around his waist, and was currently plastering kisses all over his face.
Being so surprised, he didn't get a chance to speak before the kid started jabbering away. "Did you get it? Is everything okay? Come on Brian, why do you," the kid said but then stopped as he looked more closely at his face. The kid let himself down on the floor and looked at Brian. "Brian, are you okay? Did everything go alright? Speak to me."
The kid walked forward but Brian took a step back. The blond stopped in his tracks.
Brian looked at the kid and after he finally found his voice addressed him. "So...who the fuck are you?"
*runs and hides*
Oh yeah - this is not Justin/Other in any way, shape or form!!!!!
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