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19 March 2007 @ 10:07 pm
QaF Fic "Through a Mirror, Darkly" Chapter 6  
So here's the next update. Griffon's Aikido and the shop had me busy ALL fucking day.

Hope you like!

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******SPOILER WARNING*******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. *******SPOILER WARNING*********

Title: Through a Mirror Darkly
Chapter: 6
Pairing: Brian/Justin - duh!
Genre: Angst/Horror
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 monkeys have been known to fly out of my ass and I was Caligula in my past life and blah blah blah - does anyone actually read this thing?

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.

Chapter 1 Brian comes home from Chicago
Chapter 2 Brian tries to get some answers
Chapter 3 Brian confronts the blond in his loft
Chapter 4 Brian runs into Kip
Chapter 5 Brian learns who Justin is

Last time:

"The other one?" Michael asked.

"This should not have happened, this is not good, it's bad, very bad," Marilyn started to say as she continued to anxiously wring her hands together. "They will not be happy when they find out."

She once again looked around Woody's, seemingly staring off into space. "Unless they already know."

Brian drove the Jeep to the loft. His only passenger only being his boyhood friend, Michael, in a manner of speaking.

The silence in the car was deafening as Brian tried to collect his thoughts, trying to piece together Mysterious Marilyn's cryptic words.

"Who the fuck are they?" Brian asked.

"I've already said too much. I can talk to you, but later, not now, I have to go," Marilyn said as she was about to exit.

"Oh no," Michael said.

"Fuck who 'they' are. Just tell us what you mean by the 'other one,'" Brian asked, Michael standing at his side nodding his head, blocking Marilyn in case she decided to take off.

Marilyn sighed. "Think of it as a mirror, one world on one side and one on the other."

"Parallel worlds," Michael said. "It makes sense Brian."


None of this made sense Brian thought. But ever since he had gotten back from Chicago, he had felt that things were not right. Not the same. Little things were off. And then there was Justin.

That brought it all home.

Michael sat in the passenger side of the Jeep, contemplating everything he had heard. Parallel worlds, just like in the comic books.

And they were real.

Marilyn's words went through his head.

Marilyn shook her head as if to confirm what Michael had just guessed.

"Don't look at me like that. It's true," Marilyn said as she addressed Brian. "You can choose to believe me or not. I think your friend does, but his mind is like that of a child's, so I think it may be easier for him to accept. But ask yourself," Marilyn said, "is there anything that's different here - things that should be normal, that should be the same, that should be expected?"

"Brian? Justin," Michael said with a lost look on his face.

"You're not the one that belongs here," Marilyn said to Brian. " I don't know how you came to be here - you shouldn't have. The guardians would never let it happen," Marilyn started to say more agitatedly. "I mean, it's happened but it....look, I can't be seen with you. I'll contact you when I think it's safe."

And with that, Marilyn took off out of the club, never looking back.

Brian pulled up to the loft. But it wasn't his loft, was it? He looked over at Michael.


"Yeah," Michael said.

Brian wished this was some bad trip, perpetrated by some of Anita's shit, but he knew it wasn't.

He wished it was a joke orchestrated by the guys, but he knew it wasn't that either.

It was what it was, and he would deal, just like he always did.

As they both entered the loft, Brian immediately headed over to the desk that was perched in front of his bedroom.

"This is Justin's desk? And his computer?" Brian asked, running his fingers over Justin's keyboard.

"Yes," Michael said.

"I bought him this?" Brian asked incredulously.

"Yes, his hand was giving him trouble, so you got him the computer so he could continue with his schooling. He goes to the Art Institute," Michael cut it off at that when he realized he didn't know where to begin explaining what happened to Justin when Brian didn't even know who Justin was in the first place.

"Look, do you want to know your history? I mean, the history of you two here? I mean you can't keep pissing Justin off," Michael said in frustration.

Brian looked at the man across from him. This was Michael - Mikey, his boyhood friend. But according to that whacked out drag queen, it wasn't. How much could he trust this one? It seemed like the same Michael, just as it seemed like the same Ted and the same Emmett. Things still seemed to be the same. The same loft, same Jeep, seem job, even the same fucking promotion. Obviously he had gone to Chicago. But before he had left for Chicago, there had been no boyfriends with blond hair or blue eyes that went by the name of Justin.

"Why do I need to know? I mean," Brian said as he ran his hand through his hair, "shouldn't we tell him the truth?"

"No," Michael said as he ran closer to Brian. "No. He's gone through so much this year...I don't know, this just might push him over. Until we figure out what to do, we should just keep this to ourselves." Michael had a strange feeling - one that ran down his spine - the kind that sent signals up to his brain that said THIS IS A BAD IDEA.

"Okay," Brian said. "I can accept that. So how...when did I...meet Justin?" Brian sat down on one of the kitchen stools.

"The night Gus was born," Michael said. "Oh my God! Please tell me there's a Gus where you come from."

"What?" Brian said being taken out of his thoughts, "oh yeah...him? Yeah, Lindsay managed to still get my sperm." Brian started to play with one of the napkins on the counter, "so, that night, we, you," Brian chuckled, "and me, hung out at the loft together until they told us it was okay to come to the hospital. So how did I meet Justin...was he a patient?"

"No, we, you and me, and Ted and Emmett, went to Babylon. You had your phone off."

"I had it on that day."

"Well, that's when it happened then," Michael said and chuckled to himself. Such a little thing, really. Something as stupid and small as having your cell phone off could change entire events in history. "We went to Babylon. I wanted to go to the diner with the guys, you came out a few minutes later saying something about a boring blow job..."

Brian raised an eyebrow.

"And that's when it happened," Michael continued.

"What?" Brian asked,.

"He came along." Michael shook his head and started to pace back and forth. "You were caught. I mean, the look on your face was priceless. I was trying to get your attention and it was useless. I've seen you go after tricks before, but you...I don't know," Michael said while shaking his head. "There was something. Fuck, but it scared the hell out of me!"

Brian looked at Michael and turned from the man. This didn't sound like him. He never felt anything for anybody. Well he felt for those close to him, but not like something that Michael was describing.

"But what about Lindsay?" Brian asked. "What happened...she just never tried to get a hold of me?"

"Like I said, your phone was off. You didn't get the call. You took boy wonder...sorry," Michael said as he saw the confused look on Brian's face, "Justin home and I went with this guy who, well never mind, let's just say I never really got the whole 'don't judge a book by its cover' saying until then."

"Don't tell me I missed the whole birth thing. Oh God," Brian laughed, "Lindsay must have been pissed!"

"No, you were at the hospital," Michael said calmly.

Brian looked over quizzically. "So, I just did the kid and then popped over there."

"No, you took Justin to the loft, and here's where it's fuzzy, since you know," Michael shrugged, "I wasn't there, so I don't know what you did, but you both were pretty flushed when you got to the hospital."

"Hold on! When we both got to the hospital? I brought him with me to the hospital?" Brian asked incredulously.

"Yeah, you came and picked me up and Justin was with you. Boy, was I mad," Michael said while remembering. It was in that split second that Michael had felt that his position in Brian's life was being threatened. "We got there and Gus had just been born. Lindsay asked you what to name your son, Abe or Gus..."

"I told her Gus. Fuck if I was going to have a kid named Abraham." Brian looked at the bemused expression on Michael's face. "What?"

"When Lindsay asked you for the baby's name, you asked Justin what he thought."

"What?! No way. No fucking way," Brian stated vehemently. No way would he have asked a trick, would he? Brian was not so sure what the Brian here was really all about.

Or was this the way he would have acted, had he been placed in the same situation.

"You know, Brian, you keep saying that. But you did. Well, my Brian did. He picked 'Gus' because he thought no kid would survive on a playground with the name of Abraham."

"Good for him. I bet Mel was pissed at him," Brian smirked.

"Yeah, she was. Especially when you told them how old Justin was."

Brian's head whipped around. "How old was he when," Brian didn't like where this was going. The kid did look awfully young.

"Seventeen," Michael said and noticed Brian's shocked expression. "Yep, Brian, you popped a seventeen year old's cherry."

"I need to sit down."

"I know," Michael said while shaking his head, "he was so young."

"No, that's not it. I had a piece of fresh, young, never before tapped virgin ass, and I didn't even have the pleasure of having been the one to have experienced it."

"Yes, because in situations as dire as these, one should truly think about the really important things. Look Brian, this is serious. I don't want to walk down memory lane anymore," Michael said and turned away from the man who he wasn't sure of anymore. "We need to find a way to reverse this or whatever. I don't care what Mysterious Marilyn said, I'm going to find a way to get to her in the morning and see what we need to do."

"Yeah, look just explain it to me," Brian said, apparently not hearing Michael's train of thought, "he lives here with me, yeah?"

"Yes." Michael didn't want to divulge too much information because most of it was too personal and technically speaking this was a stranger.

"Am I" Brian swallowed, "monogamous? I mean..."

For the first time since Mysterious Marilyn had come waltzing over to their table with her ominous forebodings, Michael had laughed, a deep hearty laugh.

"No Brian, God, you still fuck everything that moves. You've got Justin doing it too. "Date night' for you two is a threesome with some guy you both decide on at Babylon," Michael said the last part with a bit of bitterness. He knew Justin was really not that fond of 'date night.'

"So let me get this straight, and let me just say for the record, thank God that that is not an adjective that describes me in this world, I still fuck anything and everything I want and then come home to Justin and get to do him? Right?"


"So this is sort of a win-win situation for me?" Brian said with a smirk firmly planted on his face.

"Yes, Brian, for you it is," Michael said and then stopped. "Actually, for the other Brian it is. You're not him." Michael ran up to Brian and got into his space. "Maybe Justin should stay with Emmett and me until this is sorted out."

"Now, wouldn't that scare the lad?" Brian asked condescendingly.

Michael stepped back. "You're going to fuck him!" Michael paced back and forth.


"You can't! It would be cheating. You don't...you're not...he's not yours!" Michael was fuming. This was Brian. He looked like Brian. But he wasn't their Brian. It seemed wrong. But what was he supposed to do? 'Justin, you come home with me.' Yeah and then watch as Justin retreated farther into himself.

Or he could tell boy wonder the truth.

Michael knew without a shadow of a doubt that Brian would want him to protect his family, and that included Justin. He would be counting on that.

Michael looked at Brian.

"Don't...don't hurt him," Michael said. "Justin loves and trusts Brian. I'll see you in the morning. We need to talk about things and, and we need to get in touch with Marilyn." Michael turned to go and stopped when he got to the loft door. "Brian?" Michael asked as he stared at the security system on the wall, "did you say your loft was broken into last year?"

"Yeah, why? Wasn't it here?" Of course it hadn't been here, Brian thought. This Brain seemed to lead a charmed life.

"Oh yeah, it was. Did it happen sometime before my disastrous birthday party?"

"Yeah, it did, why?"

Okay, Michael thought, so there was still a birthday party then too. Both Brian's seemed to enjoy throwing people off that proverbial cliff. "We all thought Justin had not set the alarm. But you didn't know Justin, so it couldn't have been him." Michael turned on Brian. "Did you forget to set the alarm?"

Brian scoffed. "You know me Mikey," Brian said as he walked over to Michael, "well, maybe you don't. I would never forget. The only reason I learned about what really happened was I kept looking into it because I know I set the alarm." Brian got up off the stool and walked over to the loft door. "The security company had a theft ring working on the inside. They would disarm the alarm, go in, steal everything and when they took off, they made it look like the alarm had never been set - they made it look like it was the homeowner's fault for not setting the alarm." Brian stopped and turned around, "so it appears your Brian decided to make the kid take the fall, instead of find out what happened, huh?"

"Well he had said he had set it, but he was seventeen and..." Michael suddenly felt sick. He remembered Brian kicking Justin out while the kid had been telling the truth the whole time. He had run away to New York because he had felt trapped.

Michael didn't want to go there.

He needed to leave, go home, get some sleep and then figure out what to do.

Michael opened the loft door to leave and came face to face with Justin.

There were so many things Michael wanted to say - warnings, apologies. They had all rushed together in his mind and Michael knew if he were to open his mouth to tell him, it would come out as a confused mess, words tangled within words.

"See you in the morning Justin," Michael said and with that he walked out of the loft, apprehension his sole companion.

"Okay," Justin said back, while he watched Michael climb into the elevator.

Justin turned to Brian, who happened to be smiling at him. "So are we okay, Brian?"

"Yes, we're okay," Brian said with the same smile. "Now, come here and give me a proper hello."

Justin smiled and knew all was forgiven.

For whatever he may have done.

While on that other side of the 'mirror'

"No, I don't think so. I'm...I'm a coward. I don't want them to see me talking to him, your friend. Or you."

With one last tug, Marilyn broke free of Michael's grasp and fled into the night.

It was after Michael had had a one-sided conversation with the Mysterious Marilyn, that the circumstances had found one Brian Kinney in his Jeep headed to the townhouse complex that Jennifer lived in. Since Brian wasn't there to take Justin in, he must have been living with his mother there.

He drove up to the cookie-cutter house and parked the Jeep in the driveway. He looked at the front door and the step. Memories and ghosts from the past started to assault him.

"The nurse on duty told me," Jennifer continued as shook her head. "I want to thank you for that, but...he's home now, safe and sound and there isn't any reason anymore for you to watch over him, so...so, I would like you to leave and never see him again."

Brian took in the words. "I care about him."

"It was because of you he was almost killed." Words didn't usually mean anything to Brian, but those had truly hurt.

"Forgive me for being so blunt. I've tried to accept him for who he is, to accept your world and that he's part of it. I've even tried to accept you and as a result, I nearly lost him...and I don't intend to lose him again so if you care about him," and with those words, the woman's voice broke, "and I believe you...I believe you do, you'll do what I ask, and return my son to me."

Brian shook clear of the memory of a mother's hateful words who didn't know what to do or who to blame. Brian remembered the words had been there, right on the tip of his tongue, why he had thought he should be there, but he knew his argument would fall on deaf ears.

Brian walked up the path. He just hoped Justin was living here. He stopped before he knocked at the door.

What was he supposed to say? 'Hello, you don't know me, but you don't belong here. I want to take you back to where you belong?'

Yeah, Brian thought, that should do it.

And then he could spend a nice night in some holding cell, or better yet, in a little white room, with a white jacket that tied in the back.

Whatever, he didn't care. He would figure it out as he went along. The first thing to do was to find Justin. If he had to make up a lame excuse for why he was there in the middle of the night, he would. But he needed to see him.

Just like he always needed to see him, and make sure he was okay. Long nights in hospitals behind one-way windows, watching as Justin walked on his own from the loft to the diner soon after the attack, dancing with Emmett at Babylon. And these were just a handful of times that came to mind.

He knocked on the door. The door opened and Brian came face to face with a four-hundred pound woman and a yapping chihuahua dog.

"I...I think I have the wrong house," Brian stammered. What the hell, he came this far. "Do you know if Jennifer lives here?"

"Who? Jennifer? Who the fuck is...Jim?!" the woman screeched. "Get your scrawny ass down here this fucking instant!"

The dog continued to yap and try to bite Brian at his ankle.

A small man came running down the stairs. That old 'Jack Sprat' nursery rhyme came to mind as he took in the shivering form of the man. So people like this actually existed?

"Jim, who the fuck is Jennifer?" The dog decided to stop it's torment on Brian's leg and then yap at Jim.

"I don't know cupcake," the man stammered. The man, Jim, looked at Brian with wide eyes.

"He asked for Jennifer. You been looking around someone else's pond you little fuck!" the woman screeched. "Is this what's been going on when you've gone missing?"

"No...no muffin-cake," the man said, trembling even more.

Brian was tired of this shit. He wanted to drop kick the yapping dog. He wanted to tell Jabba the Hut that the next time her husband went missing, she should check the crack of her ass. But most importantly he wanted to know why Jennifer wasn't there.

And then it hit him.

With the force of the door that had just slammed in his face.

Justin never came out to his parents because he had never met Brian, which meant that Craig and Jennifer had kept safe their wonderfully blissful delusion that they were a happy, homo-free home, which meant that Craig and Jennifer had never gotten divorced.

As Brian turned to get back into his Jeep, the sound of Jim's wife screaming behind the closed door fading away, Brian knew he had only one choice.

Brian put the Jeep in 'drive' and headed for the affluent suburb, remembering the house he had taken Justin to, to confront a father who wasn't willing to accept his son for who he was.

Brian braced himself for the battle that was yet to come.


Come on guys! You know how I feel about fb. I love it like my canon!Brian loves his canon!Justin.

And you know he does!!!
Current Mood: mellowmellow
midnight: hug with braceletinkingwords on March 20th, 2007 05:37 am (UTC)
Your angst is killing me, sweetie. Loved it as always!! Can't wait for more. :)
Maria: BJ cuddleslave_o_spike on March 20th, 2007 07:34 am (UTC)
I know - I'm really giving the angst an old workout!

Thanks - more tomorrow night!
ranksyranksy on March 20th, 2007 05:41 am (UTC)
Oh lord, I need more! I was just about to head to bed when I got your comment saying you'd just posted again. I couldn't resist. And now I'm left wanting more still! :P

Thank you for the quick update! :D
Maria: Brian scaredslave_o_spike on March 20th, 2007 07:34 am (UTC)
Just like good drugs (or cheesecake) - always keeps you wanting more.


Thank you!
Hannah: QAF Justin Adorableherberta2006 on March 20th, 2007 06:39 am (UTC)
Oh man, I love that the robbery wasn't Justin's fault, and that Brian is willing to go to see Craig in order to find Justin. It's all so good!
Maria: BJ cuddleslave_o_spike on March 20th, 2007 07:35 am (UTC)
Yep - not his fault (well, according to me at least).

And yep, Brian at this point is willing to do anything - including confronting Craig. Brian's desperate - he wants Justin back!

Alix Strange: boys//justin!spagneson9 on March 20th, 2007 08:44 am (UTC)
I'm thinking that Justin is ummm 6 feet under, and I'm worried.
Maria: BJ Stayslave_o_spike on March 20th, 2007 06:40 pm (UTC)
I could be snarky and flip here and say something like 'you should be' but just believe me that things will work out for our couple.

Thanks for reading and the fb and I hope you stick around!

LadyoftheLight: Qaf - 510 B/J - Scarredmarilla_pm67 on March 20th, 2007 08:46 am (UTC)
Okay I'm dead .... my god, so great... plz more soon, thanks.
Maria: B/J cha cha chaslave_o_spike on March 20th, 2007 06:39 pm (UTC)
*revives you*

More soon! Thank you!!!

And thanks again for alerting me to my stupid mistake!
(no subject) - marilla_pm67 on March 20th, 2007 07:41 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Doriantdorian on March 20th, 2007 09:38 am (UTC)
I'm really impressed by your writting skills. This story is really good, your dialogs are just a pleasure to read, the plot is really amazing and leaves me in need for more at the end of each chapter. You can call me addicted ! lol
I hope you'll update your cannibal story soon.But please, please consider your husbands's suggestion to write an original story.Do you know the writer John Kennedy Toole ? I have his only book "a confederacy of Dunces" and it has never left me for more than ten years now. One i read when i'm sad and need to laugh, when i'm happy, when i'm bored, when i don't know what fucking read ! lol
And it's one of the book which has made me laugh the most in my whole life. I like angsty stories but i don't know why, for me it's more difficult to make people laugh.And i think you have this talent.
Damn ,i'm rambling today !!! Well, you got my point : i LOVE your writtings.
great work.Aida
Maria: B/J ILUslave_o_spike on March 20th, 2007 06:38 pm (UTC)
Thank you - this was so lovely!!!

Hubby says I have a gift for comedy and he wishes I would use my talent. He really does think I'm doing people a diservce by not publishing my work.

There is a need for humor, and I think I've finally come to realize that what you have said is right - everyone needs good humor.

Maybe I should have some more confidence in myself and do something about it.

Thanks for your fb as always.

altsunthinkablealtsunthinkable on March 20th, 2007 09:52 am (UTC)
Oh god... I'm very worried for canon!Brian. He's so desperate to find Justin in the mirror world but I have a horrible feeling I know what he's going to learn when he finds him. *angsts*

I really love that the robbery wasn't Justin's fault. And I'd already figured out where the branch off was between the two realities when it'd been mentioned before that Brain got the call to go the hospital before going out for the night when Gus was born. Such a simple little difference, having his cell phone on instead of off and look at how much things have changed! It makes sense that Michael would so readily accept what Mysterious Marilyn was saying because of comic books. Though: "his mind is like that of a child's..." Aw, only sort of. Heh. *pets Mikey* Also loved the "He came along" tribute to Michael's narration in the pilot. And now we can really see how Justin did change everything.
Maria: BJ Stayslave_o_spike on March 20th, 2007 06:36 pm (UTC)
See? You saw it before I had to have Mikey explain it - the phone. When I first saw episode 101, I was like, 'OMG - what would have happened if Brian had his phone on?'

So yeah. And the robbery? I felt so bad for Justin at that time. Everyone thought he was such a brat and everything, but come on, the kid had been kicked out by supposedly the people who love him the most!

And yes - he did have a big influence on everyone (we'll see more later!)

Thank you and hang in there!
Alyseqaf_fanatic on March 20th, 2007 09:53 am (UTC)
wow just started reading this tonight. it's very good! it kinda reminds me of a fic i read where Justin and Randy switch realities. so its a rps, but not really. but anyway, this is very intriguing, can't wait for more!
Maria: BJ cuddleslave_o_spike on March 20th, 2007 06:33 pm (UTC)
Whoa! Now that sounds interesting! What's the name?

Glad you like. More to come soon. Thanks!
bodleianbodleian on March 20th, 2007 10:09 am (UTC)
I've spent the last 14 hours at work so it was great to come home and find this up. I loved every minute of reading it.
Maria: B/J cha cha chaslave_o_spike on March 20th, 2007 06:32 pm (UTC)
I'm glad I could make your day a little bit brighter!

Rena: Bad Hairelyxer on March 20th, 2007 10:23 am (UTC)
I've decided I may as well stick with the bad hair kitty until this plays out...LOL. I love the part about the robbery not being Justin's fault. I'm not sure who I sympathize with more...so much going on. Great chapter and look forward to more.
Maria: B/J cha cha chaslave_o_spike on March 20th, 2007 06:31 pm (UTC)
*hugs you back*

Okay - so the pussy stays.

I know - I needed to make it clear that it wasn't his fault (the robbery that is).

Still too early to tell who to sympathize with, I know.

More to come and thanks!
shadownyc: silent_seas B-J One True Passion animateshadownyc on March 20th, 2007 11:15 am (UTC)
This is great! It's getting so exciting the closer Brian gets in both worlds to reorganizing and reconfiguring the screw up in the continuum.
Maria: B/J ILUslave_o_spike on March 20th, 2007 06:30 pm (UTC)
I know - it is!!!

I've got you so far - I'm glad you of all people are enjoying this!

It means a lot!

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Maria: B/J ILUslave_o_spike on March 20th, 2007 06:26 pm (UTC)
I love love love your feedback!

And well, you'll just have to read what happens next...

Bluemchenkaffee: galebluemchenkaffee on March 20th, 2007 11:52 am (UTC)
A new chapter, just like you promised! I guess I'm addicted because I always want more, more, more!
He wanted to tell Jabba the Hut that the next time her husband went missing, she should check the crack of her ass.
That reminds me of a photo I've seen: a big fat woman with a chihuahua (or something like that)in the crack of her ass . LOL. Do you know that photo?

Can't wait for more!

Maria: B/J cha cha chaslave_o_spike on March 20th, 2007 06:25 pm (UTC)
Yep - you got it! My husband had two t-shirts back when we first got married. One had the woman in front going 'Jim? Jim? Where are you?' and in the back, Jim was in the crack of her ass.

In the other, the woman was seen putting up 'LOST DOG' posters and on the back, the dog was caught in the crack of her ass.

I had a flash of them the other day and came up with this.

Art imitating fic. LOL!

More soon!

sonofabiscuit77: amused Briansonofabiscuit77 on March 20th, 2007 12:58 pm (UTC)
"You can choose to believe me or not. I think your friend does, but his mind is like that of a child's, so I think it may be easier for him to accept

That had me spluttering over my keyboard. Brilliant! The snark and the dialogue is just pure enjoyment, just like Canibal - this is truly addictive stuff... please keep it coming.
Maria: B/J ILUslave_o_spike on March 20th, 2007 06:13 pm (UTC)
I do think of Mikey as a child sometimes - not necc stupid, but very child-like.

Sorry about the keyboard. LOL!

Glad you are enjoying and thanks for the great fb!
lexa4227lexa4227 on March 20th, 2007 01:12 pm (UTC)
This is getting intense, but so good. Looking forward for more.
Maria: BJ Stayslave_o_spike on March 20th, 2007 06:12 pm (UTC)
Intense? Good - then I've done my job.

More soon! Thank you!