CHAPTER TITLE: Whatthe…?_Fifty-Six of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 770
WARNINGS: this chapter: none_Justin 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: ‘“If Terry’s a big bear of a guy then yeah, we‘ve met…nice guy…very polite, was really quite concerned about me, kept asking me if I was alright …”’
Justin thinks he may have a clue but remains skeptical
AUTHOR‘S NOTES: This is my first Post 513 ‘saga’ which I initially started writing at the show’s end as my response to that ending. Now I‘m revising and reposting it. It projects 59 years into the future and reflects all that that entails, most of the loose ends are tied-up. I dance with POV, I dance with time, I dance with grammar, in essence, I just dance to the song Brian & Justin sang to me.
Story 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
Three Weeks Later - Pittsburgh
He wasn’t too worried when he didn’t see the Vette parked out front, if Brian wasn’t home, which seemed likely, Justin had already decided that he would first check Woody’s, then Babylon before using his cell. The whole surprise-Brian thing had definitely been hit & miss, but the weird thrill-fear drama he always went through before actually finding him, had ultimately been worth the risk. So, punching in the key-pad numbers, using the stairs instead of the elevator, he stood once again expectantly before the loft’s metal door. And he knocked; the idea of using his key didn’t really occur to him anymore. Some concessions had to be made, but when the door slid open with yet another unfamiliar guy looking at him annoyed, Justin scowled his exasperation while also realizing that this guy wasn’t even vaguely Brian’s type.
“How’d you get in here?” the guy snapped. But sensing confusion, he softened. “Look, sorry. It’s just that people aren’t supposed to be able to get past that front door and yet, they still do. I keep asking the landlord to change the code, but dude ignores me. Didn’t mean to bitch at you. What can I do for you?”
Looking past him, Justin realized that something was very, very wrong. The loft was changed; the furniture different, everything he and Brian had accumulated over the years was gone. What? What the…? What the fuck? So he asked, “Is…is Brian here?” Very calmly, everything considered.
Well…yeah. Justin nodded his head.
“He sold me the place about a month ago. Hey, you okay? You don’t look so good. Wanna come in for a minute? And standing aside, he said, “I remember you, you were Brian’s twink, weren’t you? And you used to work at the diner, right?”
The guy was smiling now, but Justin, for the life of him, couldn’t understand why.
“But now that I think about it, I haven’t seen you around for awhile--”
“Yeah, I…I moved to New York. I’m apparently following my bliss.” Justin said. Stopping and standing in the middle of the loft, he looked around, stunned and realizing he felt sick. Glancing at the guy, he said, “Thanks for letting me come in.” Even when he knew he had to leave, he hesitated, understanding full-well that he would never be here again. That just like with Britin, Brian had sold the loft without telling him and now the place that had always breathed of them, never would again. “I’m sorry but I have to go.”
“Are you guys still together? I don‘t see him around much anymore.”
“Why didn’t he tell you then? You need anything…his number maybe?”
Justin shrugged. “No, I’ve got his number, I just thought I’d surprise him, you know? Not tell him I was coming. I haven’t been home for awhile. Stupid, huh?”
“Shouldn’t be,” the guy said, walking with him to the door. “You lived here with him?”
“Yeah, off and on, for a few years. Listen thanks again for letting me come in, I appreciate it.”
He heard the guy chuckle, “Anytime, baby, anytime,“ as Justin bound down the stairs and once outside, he surveyed the darkening street before pulling out and opening his cell, he said, “Brian.” He waited through four infinitely long rings before he finally answered.
“Whatthefuck, Brian?, What…the…FUCK?”
“You’re surprise-visiting me, aren’t you? You’re at the loft, right? You’ve met Terry.”
“If Terry’s a big bear, then yeah we‘ve met…nice guy…very polite…was really concerned about me, kept asking me if I was alright so yeah, I am at the fucking loft, asshole, and you’re--”
“Not, Justin, I’m not at the loft, but I’ll send over a cab to bring you here, alright?”
“Why, Brian? Why? You knew I’d show up. Why couldn’t you just tell me?”
“Look, I’ll come get you. Just go to Woody’s and wait, I’ll meet you there. Later.” And he was gone.
Justin wandered, distractedly and by habit, to Woody’s. He took a bar seat, ordered a beer and waited. He could have passed the time wondering just what the hell Brian had been thinking except that he actually kind of thought he already knew. This way, there’d be no discussion, no drama. This way, he wouldn’t have to rationalize anything to anyone. He could just do whatever he wanted, and then he’d only have to deal with the repercussions once. Now. Hadn’t they gone through this once already, when Brian lost his job? Justin remembered the guilt Brian had felt then, why would he want to go through that again? He wouldn’t. He sipped his beer slowly and he waited.
Next Chapters: Brian is wise. So is Emmett. But Justin probably has them both beat
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