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Wednesday Posting_A Time From Now_5

STORY TITLE: A Time From Now
    CHAPTER TITLE:Why? Please Just Tell Me Why?_Five of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 655
WARNINGS: this chapter: none, Gus POV
NON-CANON: Britin is in the countryside outside of Pittsburgh, not in West Virginia
DISCLAIMER: Nothing I can say that hasn’t been said already? Not mine
        Initially Beta'ed by[info]herefordroad, all subsequent mistakes are mine
       Story throughout contains excerpts from The Brian Kinney Operating Manual including commentary from the Editors
SUMMARY FROM THE EDITORS: ‘Let me know when to cut the checks, where to sign on the dotted line and how much time until I’ll need to break out my road trip clothes.’
    Brian with Ted and Michael discuss relevant things having to do with art and business
Includes excerpt
AUTHOR‘S NOTES: This story projects 59 years into the future and reflects all that that entails, many of the loose ends are tied-up. I dance with POV, I dance with time, in essence, I just dance to the song Brian & Justin sang to me.
    Contains: Brian_others, Justin_others. They grow old, they are always together for just as long as time allows, but, ultimately, they will die.
    As someone wise once said, ‘In the end, it’s all about Brian and Justin’ and I can only agree

A Time From Now

Why? Please, Just Tell Me Why?
Monday -- One Week Later - Toronto

“No! No! NO! I won’t go. I WON’T GO!” Gus screamed, “You can’t make me. You CAN‘T! Leave me ‘LONE!” Melanie tried soothing the outraged boy enveloping him in her arms, but her attempts to calm him only caused him to struggle more. “Where’s Mama Lindsay? Where’s my mama?”

“You know what, Gus? Know what? I know where Mama Lindsay is, I do. Can’t you guess?” Melanie coaxed him, holding him more loosely as he struggled less. She could see he was thinking.

“I don’t know where‘s she, I just know I don’t want to go.” And she understood completely, not only his resistance but, more importantly, his fear. Too many changes coming too quickly, a new house, a new neighborhood and now…school. He was not taking the idea of all-day school, especially on his own, very well and who could blame him? But he had to go. She’d help him to understand. “Why’s she not here?”

“I’ll take you to her -- once we get your shoes on -- okay, honey? Your new teacher, Mrs. Chadwick, asked her to come in early so they can get everything ready for you. Once we get you dressed, we’ll go find Mama Lindsay, okay? She’s waiting for us, remember, Gus? We’ve gone over this, honey. We went over this so many times last night, remember? Pretty much endlessly if you will recall --”

“Endlessly, endlessly, endlessly,” Gus sing-songed.

He was distracted enough for Melanie to refocus him just long enough to get his shoes on. “Good job, Gus! You’ve done such a good job tying your shoes!”

“I did good.” Gus said, his eyes glowing with pride even if his cheeks were still streaked with tears.

“Yes you did, you did a wonderful job. You know what? I just had the best idea --”

“You did?”

“I did! What would you say to our showing Mama Lindsay?” she explained, opening her eyes wide demonstrating how this was, quite obviously, the most wonderful idea ever but noting his, once again, down-cast eyes, sensing his skepticism, she quickly added, “Because she is going to be so proud of you. When we show her how you‘ve tied your own shoes and how you’ve gotten yourself all dressed and ready for school, just think how proud she’s going to be. And anyway, Gussie, she’s waiting for us, baby. Today you start first grade, your school career begins today, remember? Like we talked about last night and that is just SO incredible. You are the most amazingly grown-up boy and you’re going to have so much fun and…” as Melanie chattered on, suddenly Gus’ face was washed and his hair was combed, his navy blue hoodie was on and his bright red backpack was ready to go, so hand in hand, they walked out of the front door and down the walkway, turning left onto the sidewalk. Suddenly, they were on their way.

She even remembered their camera, Brian was expecting pictures of everything and he’d have them in his email first thing tomorrow morning. She’d been feeling a little guilty about dragging not only his kid but one of his best friends to another country. She couldn’t forget what Lindsay had confided about Brian asking her not to let Gus forget him and she’d taken her own personal vow that that would never happen. In Pittsburgh, she was always on his ass about being such a shit father but now, if he was willing to make the effort so was she.

With Jenny Rebecca conveniently with their next door neighbor, Kelly, with Lindsay, Mrs. Chadwick and a roomful of five and six year olds patiently waiting for them and with Gus happily hopping from sidewalk square to sidewalk square at her side, Melanie had time to enjoy their walk through the bright beautiful morning of their neighborhood, on their way to first grade.

Next Chapter: Brian’s damaged coping methods bring about nightmares that fuck with him

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