CHAPTER TITLE: Where There is Emptiness_Babylon Destroyed_Twenty-Eight of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 390
WARNINGS: this chapter: some angst, Editors 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: ‘The images flash through him like jolts of physical pain, the horror of his fear never leaves him.’
How Brian’s damaged coping methods continue to fail him, which is not good
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
Where There’s Emptiness_Babylon Destroyed
Nightmares - One Kind - Pittsburgh
The Brian Kinney Operating Manual - A Life Examined
the section titled - ‘Brian and His Coping Methods - Sometimes They Work, Sometimes They Don’t’
The limo moves as if being driven through molasses and he’s unable to change a thing. He yells at the driver until he’s hoarse, but neither of them can make the car drive any faster. And by the time he arrives back to Liberty Avenue, there’s nothing left, only a huge crater in the ground. Nothing is recognizable. For a minute he’s confused, they’ve come to the wrong place…this isn’t right. But he knows, almost by instinct, that this is the right place, they are where they‘re supposed to be. Where Babylon once stood, where its surrounding buildings once stood, there are now only smoking, bleeding gashes in the ground. Everything and everyone he knows is gone. His legs fail him and he falls to his knees, doubling over into himself. He tries to hide his face in his hands, he tries to hide his eyes, but in this too, he fails because no matter what he does he can still see the wasteland in front of him. And from somewhere deep inside himself, he screams. He just fucking screams. He wants to die right there with them, he wants the ground to swallow him too.
Please…not Justin, not Justin.
When he awakens, he lies shaken, trembling and alone with no one to ease him back into his desperately needed sleep. The images flash through him like jolts of physical pain, the horror of his fear never leaves him. He always gets up then, it doesn’t really matter what time of night it might be. He wanders his loft trying to walk off the images and eventually they will start to fade but not for a while. He never returns to bed. Instead, he curls up on his sofa wrapped in a blanket he always keeps there now, wrapping it tightly around himself. He lights a cigarette, pours himself a shot of Beam, keeping the bottle close by, and he spends what remains of his night watching through the window as the dark sky lightens turning night into morning. But, in his mind he only sees the place where Babylon once was, no longer a smoking ruin, Babylon now is simply gone.
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