CHAPTER TITLE: I See My Kid Through the Viewfinder_Twenty-Two of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 630
WARNINGS: this chapter: none, Brian POV
DISCLAIMER: Nothing I can say that hasn’t been said already? Not mine
Originally Beta’ed by 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: ‘Thought he was being a very funny man as they stood bumping against one another.’
Brian watches Gus play with Markey at a Toronto park…contemplatively
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
I See My Kid Through The Viewfinder
Same Time - Toronto
Babylon had risen from the ashes a week ago, so I’d come north to visit my kid. And the lessies, I‘d been dying to see them too…really. When Justin left for New York, I left for Toronto. I’d wanted to come sooner but between rebuilding the club and managing Kinnetik, I’d had little time for anything else, but when a window of opportunity opened, I took it. Cynthia and Ted were capable of handling a few days all by their little selves. They knew the routine as well as I did, maybe even better than I did, why I hired only the very best and why they stayed. And this, this visit had been good, the girls had been good, especially Melanie. We were trying to do more than just tolerate each other and I couldn’t help but notice that Lindsay was thrilled. And Gus, well…the boy was amazing.
Brian was sitting on a park bench, leaning over, his elbows propped on his knees, his half-smoked cigarette just hovering at his lips. He watched as Melanie, with JR asleep in her arms, slowly drifted back and forth in the swing with Lindsay pushing them.
And he watched his son with Gus all over the playground equipment, snaking his way through tunnels, twisting his way down slides, clamoring his way up ladders, and struggling, hand-over-hand, his way across the monkey bars. He obviously, had found his heaven and friends he had just as obviously played with before. Lindsay couldn’t wait to tell him how Gus loved his school and his teacher, loved his room and his house…loved, loved, loved just everything about Toronto and Brian realized that Pittsburgh was faded from his memory. The one negative thing, Lindsay confided, was that Gus did tell her he missed his dads, both of them. That at least had made him feel a little better, he was missed. Gus may forget Pittsburgh, but he’d never forget his family because they would never let themselves be forgotten, not by him or by Jenny Rebecca
I heard Gus yell to Lindsay, “Watch us mom, watch us.” He was laughing with one of his new friends, a little tow-headed kid named Markey, as they came down the slide together, both almost hysterical with the fun of it. He yelled to her, “Hey, mama, take our picture so we can email it to daddy, ‘kay, mom, okay?” and he smiled at me. Thought he was being a very funny man as they stood bumping shoulders, one against the other. Lindsay coaxed them to calm down, she scolded, “If you can’t be still, I’ll never be able to get a good picture to send daddy and we’ll all just be wasting our time here.”
So, I walked over to her, taking the camera from her, I looked at my kid through the viewfinder and Gus smiled sweet…only word for it. He sucked on his bottom lip, I’ve been told he got that from me, and he smiled almost shyly, obviously not use to posing for me, for his dad. But they both finally slowed down, settled down at least enough so I was able to get a few good shots and even if they were still mugging their way through the entire interaction. Gus did not get that from me, I‘m certain.
And then we had to go, I leave later today, back to Pittsburgh, so it was time for Gus to say good-bye to Markey and their heaven. He handled it well and I made myself one promise, just one. Just like Gus’s Pittsburgh family wouldn’t ever let him forget them, neither would I. I promised him I would never let him forget me and that I’d be back in a couple of months, he could count on it.
Next Chapter: Brain considers the future and his role in it.
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