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STORY TITLE: A Time From Now
      CHAPTER TITLE: Welcome Home_Sixty-Seven of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 780
WARNINGS: this chapter: none_Lindsay 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: ‘Hard to realize but Preston and Andrew had been gone for over a year …’
      Lindsay remembers the recent past and contemplates the future
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

Welcome Home
Two Months Later - Toronto

Checking the gallery one last time, Lindsay made sure everything was as it should be, ready for the celebration of Preston and Andrew’s return. The world travelers were coming home. When they’d left, there’d been a celebration to mark their grand adventure’s beginning and now there would be one to mark its ending. And she was so excited, she could hardly wait. Melanie had offered to meet them at the airport, but they’d insisted on taking a cab, which actually left them more time to make sure the gallery was ready. Actually, it only left her more time to worry and she needed to stop, she was driving herself, and everyone else, slightly crazy. She just wanted everything to be perfect. Checking her watch…again, she realized that in only one more hour, the adventurers would be here and since this was a surprise party, their guests should start arriving in the next half hour or so. Hopefully everyone would be here on time.

Hard to realize, but Preston and Andrew had been gone for over a year and they’d been missed terribly by everyone, but especially by Gus and even if he had had so much fun over the past year receiving their postcards from everywhere.

Nervously wandering the space, she scanned everything, finding what still needed to be done, which wasn‘t much. Melanie and Gus were just finishing the table decorations. Together, they’d created three beautiful centerpieces, one for each, made out of cardboard and construction paper, straws and aluminum foil plus feathers and pretty much anything else they could find around the house. Lindsay had noticed how, since she had no real vested interest, Melanie and Gus sometimes had more fun with these kinds of projects than he did with her. She knew she had a tendency to require too much from him, a kind of perfection he was, at this age, unable to give. With Melanie, he just played. And so with Melanie he created his own definition of art and beauty. And together they’d created some pretty wonderful things. It didn’t matter if some of the glue showed or if the feathers weren’t entirely lined up or if there were more straws on one side than on the other, their creations were beautiful and most importantly, they’d had fun in the creating

She leaned against a wall still surveying. The art on displayed wasn’t a show per se, but included some of Preston’s favorite long-time artists. They sold well and were always shown between specific shows. They added stability and a certain class to the gallery, but one part of the space did display four younger Toronto artists, artists she’d come to think of as her own, a couple were even becoming good friends and she found satisfaction in that evolution. All of course, whether old or new, would be at the party.

It’d been a busy year for her little family, but life had been fairly quiet compared to Preston and Andrew’s. Still, they weren’t the only serious travelers around because between Pittsburgh and New York, it sometimes seemed as if she, Melanie and the kids were always on the road themselves and maybe for them the places did repeat, while for Preston and Andrew each place was brand new, nonetheless the Peterson-Marcus’ had had their own adventures, had made their own memories and had added their own postcards to Gus‘s ever growing collection.

But nothing like Preston and Andrew, the adventurers had been everywhere, Europe, Great Britain, Asia, Africa with many more countries left to explore, they’d be home for a while and then they’d be off again, next time to Mexico and South America. Preston joked that they were really only stopping by to make sure the place hadn’t burned down or worse, become too avant-garde. She’d told him he had no worries, but probably feeling a little left out, he’d want to know everything and everything was what she planned on telling him and even if he had been informed of her every move along the way.

Three of her guests arrived and checking her watch, panicking for a minute, she realized that they were just a little early, they’d come by to see if they could help. But since everything was basically done, she advised them to just get a drink and relax and being good guests, that was just what they did. They chatted together as they headed for the bar, pulling her along with them. And so the Welcome Home Preston & Andrew Party - 2007 began. There would be others, several in fact, before it was time for the parties to end.

Next chapter: Jayden sees the writing on the wall

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