CHAPTER TITLE: Their Newest Official Member_Forty-Nine of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 1,050
WARNINGS: this chapter: none_Hunter & Brian POV’s
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: ‘And all the time, he’d act the brave man, all of them had to in order to survive and with them just as scared as he was’
Hunter and Brian contemplate, then discuss some serious shit
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
Their Newest Official Member
One Week Later - Pittsburgh
Everything was done and we were celebrating, we were having a party. I was now officially James Hunter Bruckner-Novotny and I still couldn’t fucking believe it. Shit…ohshitohshitohshit, so amazing, which was stupid ‘cause it wasn’t like I hadn’t seen this coming, but sometimes I would get a little scared like maybe the whole thing would fall apart, like somehow she’d figure out a way to get me back, but I will never have to worry about my bitch of a mother again. It’d been almost a year since I’d last seen her and not so much as a peep. Ever since she’d gotten it into her head that she couldn’t peddle my ass for fast cash anymore, that I was of no use to her anymore, she’d gone missing. Ahhh…so sad.
So, everyone had made it to Debbie‘s, or ‘grandma’s’ except Justin. What with his sweet new gallery job, he couldn’t make the time, but he’d sent his ’congratulations’ along with an awesome drawing of me and my dads, which now hangs proudly in my room. Despite his many other shortcomings, couldn’t deny that the guy did have talent.
He chuckled as he moved through the crowd, people who really were his family now and they celebrated with him. Debbie had cooked, with Emmett’s assistance, enough food for a military invasion and everyone was chowing-down, but not him, not so much. He was nervous and that messed with his food intake, so he only ate a little, he basked in everyone’s happiness and he remembered.
Because once in a while, at weird times, he just couldn’t help but remember those dark, cold nights when no hope existed, the miserable streets would be his eternity. He would die there. And he would remember hunger, being so freakin’ hungry he’d eat just about anything to ease up the gnawing in his belly. He would remember the faces of his friends, cut and beaten and scared. And he would remember the faces of strangers…them fucking him in the back of cars…them pushing him up against dirty alley walls…them calling him ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ and him believing them. He’d known that what they said must be true, just look how he’d lived his life. And all the time having to act the brave man, all of them having to in order to survive and with all of them just as scared as he was. No matter how sure of themselves they acted, they were all just like him. And they were still out there probably and he wasn’t. Why was that? Why him? How come he’d gotten saved when they hadn‘t? He’d never understand.
He found Hunter outside looking out over Debbie’s back fence, had watched him disappear from the party inside, had been watching him for a while from Debbie’s backdoor. He knew just where Hunter was, deep inside himself, remembering. He knew all the outward signs of inner angst. So he walked over to him, stood next to him, quiet for a while before Brian said, “Nice view.”
“Yeah, if you’re into dirty, smelly alleys,” Hunter said
“Guess we both must be into them some, we’ve spent enough time in them.”
Hunter chuckled, then went quiet. “Does it get any easier?” he asked.” Does it ever stop hurting so much?”
“Hunter, I went into those alleys voluntarily, it’s really not--”
“Asshole,” Hunter said. “You know what I mean.”
“It will get better…eventually and depending on how you live your life. Someday the memories will fade just enough so you can be alright with it. I’m not saying they ever go away, but it’ll get to where you can handle it. Eventually.”
“Is that how it’s worked for you?” Hunter said. Brian shrugged and taking a drag from his cigarette, they both watched as the tip blazed, warming the night.
“Because Mikey told me about your dad, the kind of shit he did to you and how your mom just let him. Your dad beat you Brian; my mom put me on the streets for money. These people, they should’ve taken care of us, they should’ve loved us and they fucked us over the worst. Is that really fading all away for you? Are you really handling it?” Hunter whispered, still, his words echoed loudly in the darkened backyard.
“I…I don’t know Hunter, sometimes I think so, but I really don’t know. I suppose if all the bullshit I’ve done to myself is any indication then…maybe not. But sometimes I think so.” Shrugging in the direction of inside, he said, “They love you, they want only what’s best for you. Maybe…I don’t know, but maybe what Michael went through with me, taking me in, taking care of me when my dad…when he’d mess with me, maybe that‘s helped him to understand you. When he took off with you…shit. I bet he’d dreamed a hundred times of doing that with me when I’d turn up at his house in the middle of the night and there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it. I know that’s all I thought about…running. So he ran away with you instead, to protect you. He put his ass, not to mention my car, on the line so you would be safe. No more streets for you, right?”
“Listen, we better get back inside before they start thinking I’m out here molesting—“
“I’m sure-as-shit not stopping you,” Hunter murmured, moving closer.
“Knock it off, brat, I‘ve already had enough trouble with underage family members.” Brian said, backing away. “And anyway, you’re straight, remember?”
“What I remember is that Justin’s the brat.” Hunter said, moving in again. “And conveniently located far, far--”
“Justin is a man now, no longer a child,” Brian said, moving them both back toward the house. “He’s no longer a brat, but since you still so obviously are--”
“And I’ll have you know, I also am no longer a child or a brat or whatever,” Hunter said, “because I, James Hunter Bruckner-Novotny, am now official.”
“Welcome, the very official James Hunter Bruckner-Novotny, your family awaits,” Brian said, gesturing toward Debbie’s backdoor and throwing his other arm over Hunter’s shoulders, moving him inside, he handed off their newest and most official member to his celebrating family.
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