~Everytime it Rains~
A/n: Ever wonder what would happen to Justin if some horrible tragedy befell Brian? Well this is an example. Warning. This is an angsty fic. Very very sad. Please attempt to listen to the song it just makes it so much better. It's called "everytime it rains" by Ace of Base. Yes, ima loser. lol well try to enjoy the fic. it does have a sappy ending.
".......... I see dark clouds out my window. I know the storm is coming yeah. And the thunder just confirms my fears. And I know the tears are in it........"
"Brian, where are you going? It's practically 2:30 in the morning." Justin Taylor grumbled, peering through one sleepy eye at the man next to him.
Brian Kinney put on a pair of jeans and a black shirt. "Out for a walk. Go back to sleep." But Justin rose as well and put on a pair of black pants and a black t-shirt of Brian's. "I'm coming too, I don't need to sleep." Brian turned to object, but then saw the look of determination in his eyes.
"Alright, suit yourself. But it's pouring, so wear a coat."
Justin grinned and grabbed a black coat. "Yes mother." He mimicked, putting it on.
Brian shot Justin a look and then smiled. "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" Justin smiled and walked by him. "Yep, that's why you love me."
Once they were outside, Brian walked a few paces ahead of Justin, and Justin stared a the ground as the rain pounded around them. He looked up just as a man came over to Brian.
"Hey, I'm glad you came. After the night before, I didn't think you would be able to manage."
Justin drew in a sharp breath and stared at the sight before him. A man around Brian's age, who was unbelievably good looking was standing there talking to Brian. Brian grinned and looked around for Justin. But Justin turned and started to walk back towards the loft.
"Justin, it's not what you think it is. I'm not fucking him, I'm seeing him for other reasons. Justin, just come back here." Brian started to walk after him, but Justin just kept walking.
Sure, he knew that Brian still had sex with other men, but this seemed too familiar. Like they had been seeing each other for a while, and that's what scared Justin. That he was being replaced by a man who knew everything, who wasn't crippled, who was in good health. Justin turned in the middle of the street to face Brian.
"......I'll be crying unable to stop. Look here comes the very first drop....."
"Brian, how long have you been seeing this guy? What's going on?" Justin demanded as Brian stopped on the sidewalk.
"Look, Justin he's just a friend of mine. Come off the middle of the fucking road, and talk to me upstairs."
But Justin stood his ground, as the rain mingled with his tears. "I know I'm not what you want me to be. I'm crippled. I know I don't know anything that guy probably knows, and I don't really always live up to your expectations. I try though, and I love you, and I thought you might've felt the same."
The sight before Brian was pitiful, and his heart hurt. Justin was standing on the road, his frustrations bleeding out, his anger at himself for being crippled, the nightmares he still had, everything since the attack.
"Justin, you know that means nothing to me. Now would you get off the middle of the fucking road for christ's sake?" Brian saw it coming in slow motion.
As Justin slowly was walking towards him, a car pulled out of a parking spot, and started swerving down the road at a moderately high speed.
"Justin!" Brian shouted as he ran toward him, and shoved him hard toward the other side of the car.
But it was too late for Brian. There was a loud screeching, the smash of glass, the sound of bones breaking. "Brian! NO!" Justin screamed as he rose slowly from the road to see Brian laying on the road. The person driving the car was knocked out, but there were a few people who had witnessed the accident who were calling the ambulance. Justin ran over to Brian's body and picked up his head, cradling it in his hands.
"Brian Brian pleaseeeee hang on. Do it for me, please please stay alive." Justin chanted over and over again. The paramedics had to practically drag Justin off of Brian's body, and they rushed Brian and Justin to the hospital.
"Who's at the door mom?" Michael Novotney yawned as he walked behind his mother Debbie Novotney.
"I don't know sweetheart, but they're crazy whoever it is. It's 3:30 in the morning for christ's sake!" Debbie and Michael stood to the side as Debbie opened the door.
"Sunshine? What the fuck are you doing here?" Debbie exclaimed in disbelief as she saw the somewhat bloody boy in front of her. He seemed almost to be in shock as he walked in.
"We have to go to the hospital. Now. Brian got hit by a car. He's in serious critical condition. Mikey, call his mother and any other family members."
Michael's eyes grew large and he ran to the phone and called Mrs. Kinney and Brian's sister. Then he called Emmett and Ted. Then he turned to Justin.
"Why aren't you there?" He asked, sitting down next to the boy who seemed inconsolable.
"They told me to go home and tell my parents. They thought I was his little brother. They practically kicked me out." Justin choked on his words and he began to sob. Debbie held him tightly and Michael began to cry lightly, and he held onto Justin as well.
"......Cause everytime it rains, I fall to pieces. So many memories the rain releases. I feel you, I taste you, I cannot forget. Everytime it rains, I get wet......."
"Are..ALL of you to see Mr. Kinney?" The doctor asked in disbelief as the small crowd of people sat in the waiting room.
There was Melanie, Lindsay, Gus, Emmett, Ted, Michael, Debbie, Vic, Michael's friend Tracy, and Justin and his mother, Jennifer. Then across the room sat Brian's mother Sharon, and his sister. They all nodded and the doctor nodded.
"Well, I understand. He is just waking up, so I want immediate family and people of relationship that are intimate to see Mr. Kinney only. I'm sorry, but this is procedure." Brian's mother and sister went in first.
"Brian? It's your mother and your sister. Please sweetheart, say something..." Brian's mother pleaded, sitting beside his bed. His sister stroked his scratched head and sighed.
Slowly, Brian's eyes opened and he looked around the room. "Where the fuck am I?" He grumbled, trying to get up, then fell to the mattress as a sharp pain overtook his body.
"Who, the fuck are you?" He asked, looking at his mother and sister. He looked at them blankly, and his mother covered her mouth.
"Oh my god, he has amnesia. Call the doctors. GO!" She bellowed at her daughter, and she ran out of the room. His mother took his hands.
"I am your mother Brian. Do you know what happened?" Brian slowly shook his head and looked up at her again.
"What did you call me? Brian? Is that my name? I don't even know who the fuck I am. Call a doctor."
Brian's mother sat up, staring down at her only son. He had such a horrible life, living as a homosexual. Maybe, just maybe, this was a blessing in disguise. As his sister and the doctor came running in, she stopped them at the door and told them what she planned to do. His sister was ecstatic, but the doctor was unsure.
"I don't know, that's very risky Mrs. Kinney. Should he remember, he could hate all of us, and maybe even sue you. After all, it's only traumatic amnesia. He is bound to remember if he sees enough things to stimulate his memory. But if that's what you wish, then I have no control." His mother nodded and his sister sat down next to him.
"Brian, you are thirty years old, and an ad executive. You're a single, STRAIGHT man. You were in love with a woman, but she turned out to be a lesbian, and she has broken your heart. He name is Lindsay Peterson. You are homophobic and hate homosexual people."
Brian took in the information and nodded. "Why do I hate them? I don't understand." His mother looked at his sister and nodded.
"Becuase your best friend, Michael Novotny, turned out to be gay and tried to make advances on you. Lastly, there is another. His name is Justin Taylor. He was an aspiring ad exec, and you started to give him advice on the business world. He outside in the hallway. Would you like to meet him?"
Brian nodded and sat up slightly. His mother went out in the hallway and grabbed Justin. "I want to talk to you. Alone." Justin looked at everyone else and shrugged. "Okay Mrs. Kinney."
"YOU'RE WHAT? HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO HIM? TO ME?!! TO MICHAEL AND LINDSAY AND EVERYONE? ARE YOU INSANE?" Justin screamed at Brian's mother, who sat calmly.
"I want my son to live out the remainder of his life as a normal man. And you are not going to interfere. If you love him as much as I think you do, you will let him have this chance."
Justin paced in frustration, and then looked down at her. "Where do I fit in?"
Mrs. Kinney stood up. "You're a young apprentice who wishes to become a young ad exec. Brian is your tutor. Play out of the lines Mr. Taylor, and I'll make sure he never sees you again."
Justin walked away and went to the waiting room and told everyone what she had done. "WHAT?!" "THAT BITCH!" "SHE CANT DO THAT!" "WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?!"
A series of voices rose in fits of yelling. Michael and Justin embraced and silently sobbed, and Justin cleared his eyes.
"I don't know what to do Michael. I can't let her do this to the man I love." But Michael had come up with another plan.
"No no, we'll let her try out this blasphemous plan. Brian will remember the moment he sets eyes on Justin."
Everyone quieted down and looked at Justin. "It's true. If there's one person to pull him out of this, it's you Justin," said Lindsay quietly, leaning into Melanie.
Justin looked at everyone unsurely, and then walked down toward the room Brian was in. It was only him and the machines in there. Justin felt his eyes tear up and he sat down next to Brian. But no words came out. He could only sit there and cry.
"Don't cry sonny-boy. I'm alright." Brian's voice came out thick as he saw the young man in front of him.
There was something about him. He knew that he had been something to this man. He was beautiful, almost angelic. His soft blue eyes and blonde hair shined and he smiled, clearing his eyes. "You don't know how good it is to hear you say that Brian. How are you feeling?" Justin looked into his blank eyes, trying to see a farmiliar glow in them. Nothing.
"....Darlin I am still in love with you. As time passes by it just intensifies. Though I'll never be with you again. I'll never find another with that kindness in his eyes...."
3 Weeks Later.
"Justin, pay attention. Now, what does this ad say?" Brian was growing frustrated.
The beautiful blonde boy grinned up at him, and then saw the serious look in his eyes. "Sorry Brian. I guess something about...uhm....I don't know.."
Justin stared at the ground. Brian studied the blonde boy a moment, then handed him a piece of paper and a pen.
"Here. Write down everything that this ad uses to sell. Everything." Justin sighed and sat down at the bar, and began looking at the ad and writing.
Brian sat on his couch and studied the boy again. He was simply a wonder to behold. Blonde hair that shined like a halo, and a smile like rays of sunshine. That's what he had heard a woman calling him on the street one day. It sounded so familiar, that Brian got a headache from trying to remember. He looked over Justin's body, a sensation stirring in him that felt both good and wrong. Wrong because he was straight, right? Maybe Justin could help him remember something.
"Uhm, Justin? Do you wanna stop that for a minute and come over here?" Justin's head snapped up and he stared a moment. "Sure Bri." Justin left the paper and crawled onto the couch beside Brian.
Just being that close to him made Brian's breath quicken, and his body to feel alive. Trying to push the feeling out of his system, Brian looked into Justin's eyes. "What....tell me stuff about myself....my life, anything. I wish I could remember."
Justin felt his pulse quicken, trying to think of ways to make him remember. "Well, you are and always were an ad executive. You won an award about a year ago for being the best ad exec in Pittsburgh." Justin paused as a glint came into Brian's eyes.
"Yeah....I think I remember some of that. Something about a job offer in New York.....but I never got it did I?" Justin shook his head, and smiled. "No, but you were boasting the entire like, week about moving to New York, not looking back..." Another glint in Brian's eyes.
"Yeah, I said I wasn't going to look back, and that I expected you to do the same....you cried. I don't know why you were so upset, you could've found another man to apprentice."
Justin had to look down, to stop himself from crying. He bit his lip and continued. "Yeah, you've been friends with Michael Novotney since you were like 15. He is the only person you really care about."
Brian looked at Justin as he talked, and saw that he was holding a lot back. "You're not telling me everything. There's way more to it. Justin, I need you to tell me this stuff." Justin took a deep breath, and then leaned forward and kissed Brian. Brian pushed him away, not wanting to accept the fact that Justin's kiss was one of the best things he had ever felt. "What are you doing Justin?!"
End of chapter One
A/N: Well? Good or no? I crave reviews....i really do. please give them to me! FEED ME!
A/n: Ever wonder what would happen to Justin if some horrible tragedy befell Brian? Well this is an example. Warning. This is an angsty fic. Very very sad. Please attempt to listen to the song it just makes it so much better. It's called "everytime it rains" by Ace of Base. Yes, ima loser. lol well try to enjoy the fic. it does have a sappy ending.
".......... I see dark clouds out my window. I know the storm is coming yeah. And the thunder just confirms my fears. And I know the tears are in it........"
"Brian, where are you going? It's practically 2:30 in the morning." Justin Taylor grumbled, peering through one sleepy eye at the man next to him.
Brian Kinney put on a pair of jeans and a black shirt. "Out for a walk. Go back to sleep." But Justin rose as well and put on a pair of black pants and a black t-shirt of Brian's. "I'm coming too, I don't need to sleep." Brian turned to object, but then saw the look of determination in his eyes.
"Alright, suit yourself. But it's pouring, so wear a coat."
Justin grinned and grabbed a black coat. "Yes mother." He mimicked, putting it on.
Brian shot Justin a look and then smiled. "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" Justin smiled and walked by him. "Yep, that's why you love me."
Once they were outside, Brian walked a few paces ahead of Justin, and Justin stared a the ground as the rain pounded around them. He looked up just as a man came over to Brian.
"Hey, I'm glad you came. After the night before, I didn't think you would be able to manage."
Justin drew in a sharp breath and stared at the sight before him. A man around Brian's age, who was unbelievably good looking was standing there talking to Brian. Brian grinned and looked around for Justin. But Justin turned and started to walk back towards the loft.
"Justin, it's not what you think it is. I'm not fucking him, I'm seeing him for other reasons. Justin, just come back here." Brian started to walk after him, but Justin just kept walking.
Sure, he knew that Brian still had sex with other men, but this seemed too familiar. Like they had been seeing each other for a while, and that's what scared Justin. That he was being replaced by a man who knew everything, who wasn't crippled, who was in good health. Justin turned in the middle of the street to face Brian.
"......I'll be crying unable to stop. Look here comes the very first drop....."
"Brian, how long have you been seeing this guy? What's going on?" Justin demanded as Brian stopped on the sidewalk.
"Look, Justin he's just a friend of mine. Come off the middle of the fucking road, and talk to me upstairs."
But Justin stood his ground, as the rain mingled with his tears. "I know I'm not what you want me to be. I'm crippled. I know I don't know anything that guy probably knows, and I don't really always live up to your expectations. I try though, and I love you, and I thought you might've felt the same."
The sight before Brian was pitiful, and his heart hurt. Justin was standing on the road, his frustrations bleeding out, his anger at himself for being crippled, the nightmares he still had, everything since the attack.
"Justin, you know that means nothing to me. Now would you get off the middle of the fucking road for christ's sake?" Brian saw it coming in slow motion.
As Justin slowly was walking towards him, a car pulled out of a parking spot, and started swerving down the road at a moderately high speed.
"Justin!" Brian shouted as he ran toward him, and shoved him hard toward the other side of the car.
But it was too late for Brian. There was a loud screeching, the smash of glass, the sound of bones breaking. "Brian! NO!" Justin screamed as he rose slowly from the road to see Brian laying on the road. The person driving the car was knocked out, but there were a few people who had witnessed the accident who were calling the ambulance. Justin ran over to Brian's body and picked up his head, cradling it in his hands.
"Brian Brian pleaseeeee hang on. Do it for me, please please stay alive." Justin chanted over and over again. The paramedics had to practically drag Justin off of Brian's body, and they rushed Brian and Justin to the hospital.
"Who's at the door mom?" Michael Novotney yawned as he walked behind his mother Debbie Novotney.
"I don't know sweetheart, but they're crazy whoever it is. It's 3:30 in the morning for christ's sake!" Debbie and Michael stood to the side as Debbie opened the door.
"Sunshine? What the fuck are you doing here?" Debbie exclaimed in disbelief as she saw the somewhat bloody boy in front of her. He seemed almost to be in shock as he walked in.
"We have to go to the hospital. Now. Brian got hit by a car. He's in serious critical condition. Mikey, call his mother and any other family members."
Michael's eyes grew large and he ran to the phone and called Mrs. Kinney and Brian's sister. Then he called Emmett and Ted. Then he turned to Justin.
"Why aren't you there?" He asked, sitting down next to the boy who seemed inconsolable.
"They told me to go home and tell my parents. They thought I was his little brother. They practically kicked me out." Justin choked on his words and he began to sob. Debbie held him tightly and Michael began to cry lightly, and he held onto Justin as well.
"......Cause everytime it rains, I fall to pieces. So many memories the rain releases. I feel you, I taste you, I cannot forget. Everytime it rains, I get wet......."
"Are..ALL of you to see Mr. Kinney?" The doctor asked in disbelief as the small crowd of people sat in the waiting room.
There was Melanie, Lindsay, Gus, Emmett, Ted, Michael, Debbie, Vic, Michael's friend Tracy, and Justin and his mother, Jennifer. Then across the room sat Brian's mother Sharon, and his sister. They all nodded and the doctor nodded.
"Well, I understand. He is just waking up, so I want immediate family and people of relationship that are intimate to see Mr. Kinney only. I'm sorry, but this is procedure." Brian's mother and sister went in first.
"Brian? It's your mother and your sister. Please sweetheart, say something..." Brian's mother pleaded, sitting beside his bed. His sister stroked his scratched head and sighed.
Slowly, Brian's eyes opened and he looked around the room. "Where the fuck am I?" He grumbled, trying to get up, then fell to the mattress as a sharp pain overtook his body.
"Who, the fuck are you?" He asked, looking at his mother and sister. He looked at them blankly, and his mother covered her mouth.
"Oh my god, he has amnesia. Call the doctors. GO!" She bellowed at her daughter, and she ran out of the room. His mother took his hands.
"I am your mother Brian. Do you know what happened?" Brian slowly shook his head and looked up at her again.
"What did you call me? Brian? Is that my name? I don't even know who the fuck I am. Call a doctor."
Brian's mother sat up, staring down at her only son. He had such a horrible life, living as a homosexual. Maybe, just maybe, this was a blessing in disguise. As his sister and the doctor came running in, she stopped them at the door and told them what she planned to do. His sister was ecstatic, but the doctor was unsure.
"I don't know, that's very risky Mrs. Kinney. Should he remember, he could hate all of us, and maybe even sue you. After all, it's only traumatic amnesia. He is bound to remember if he sees enough things to stimulate his memory. But if that's what you wish, then I have no control." His mother nodded and his sister sat down next to him.
"Brian, you are thirty years old, and an ad executive. You're a single, STRAIGHT man. You were in love with a woman, but she turned out to be a lesbian, and she has broken your heart. He name is Lindsay Peterson. You are homophobic and hate homosexual people."
Brian took in the information and nodded. "Why do I hate them? I don't understand." His mother looked at his sister and nodded.
"Becuase your best friend, Michael Novotny, turned out to be gay and tried to make advances on you. Lastly, there is another. His name is Justin Taylor. He was an aspiring ad exec, and you started to give him advice on the business world. He outside in the hallway. Would you like to meet him?"
Brian nodded and sat up slightly. His mother went out in the hallway and grabbed Justin. "I want to talk to you. Alone." Justin looked at everyone else and shrugged. "Okay Mrs. Kinney."
"YOU'RE WHAT? HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO HIM? TO ME?!! TO MICHAEL AND LINDSAY AND EVERYONE? ARE YOU INSANE?" Justin screamed at Brian's mother, who sat calmly.
"I want my son to live out the remainder of his life as a normal man. And you are not going to interfere. If you love him as much as I think you do, you will let him have this chance."
Justin paced in frustration, and then looked down at her. "Where do I fit in?"
Mrs. Kinney stood up. "You're a young apprentice who wishes to become a young ad exec. Brian is your tutor. Play out of the lines Mr. Taylor, and I'll make sure he never sees you again."
Justin walked away and went to the waiting room and told everyone what she had done. "WHAT?!" "THAT BITCH!" "SHE CANT DO THAT!" "WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?!"
A series of voices rose in fits of yelling. Michael and Justin embraced and silently sobbed, and Justin cleared his eyes.
"I don't know what to do Michael. I can't let her do this to the man I love." But Michael had come up with another plan.
"No no, we'll let her try out this blasphemous plan. Brian will remember the moment he sets eyes on Justin."
Everyone quieted down and looked at Justin. "It's true. If there's one person to pull him out of this, it's you Justin," said Lindsay quietly, leaning into Melanie.
Justin looked at everyone unsurely, and then walked down toward the room Brian was in. It was only him and the machines in there. Justin felt his eyes tear up and he sat down next to Brian. But no words came out. He could only sit there and cry.
"Don't cry sonny-boy. I'm alright." Brian's voice came out thick as he saw the young man in front of him.
There was something about him. He knew that he had been something to this man. He was beautiful, almost angelic. His soft blue eyes and blonde hair shined and he smiled, clearing his eyes. "You don't know how good it is to hear you say that Brian. How are you feeling?" Justin looked into his blank eyes, trying to see a farmiliar glow in them. Nothing.
"....Darlin I am still in love with you. As time passes by it just intensifies. Though I'll never be with you again. I'll never find another with that kindness in his eyes...."
3 Weeks Later.
"Justin, pay attention. Now, what does this ad say?" Brian was growing frustrated.
The beautiful blonde boy grinned up at him, and then saw the serious look in his eyes. "Sorry Brian. I guess something about...uhm....I don't know.."
Justin stared at the ground. Brian studied the blonde boy a moment, then handed him a piece of paper and a pen.
"Here. Write down everything that this ad uses to sell. Everything." Justin sighed and sat down at the bar, and began looking at the ad and writing.
Brian sat on his couch and studied the boy again. He was simply a wonder to behold. Blonde hair that shined like a halo, and a smile like rays of sunshine. That's what he had heard a woman calling him on the street one day. It sounded so familiar, that Brian got a headache from trying to remember. He looked over Justin's body, a sensation stirring in him that felt both good and wrong. Wrong because he was straight, right? Maybe Justin could help him remember something.
"Uhm, Justin? Do you wanna stop that for a minute and come over here?" Justin's head snapped up and he stared a moment. "Sure Bri." Justin left the paper and crawled onto the couch beside Brian.
Just being that close to him made Brian's breath quicken, and his body to feel alive. Trying to push the feeling out of his system, Brian looked into Justin's eyes. "What....tell me stuff about myself....my life, anything. I wish I could remember."
Justin felt his pulse quicken, trying to think of ways to make him remember. "Well, you are and always were an ad executive. You won an award about a year ago for being the best ad exec in Pittsburgh." Justin paused as a glint came into Brian's eyes.
"Yeah....I think I remember some of that. Something about a job offer in New York.....but I never got it did I?" Justin shook his head, and smiled. "No, but you were boasting the entire like, week about moving to New York, not looking back..." Another glint in Brian's eyes.
"Yeah, I said I wasn't going to look back, and that I expected you to do the same....you cried. I don't know why you were so upset, you could've found another man to apprentice."
Justin had to look down, to stop himself from crying. He bit his lip and continued. "Yeah, you've been friends with Michael Novotney since you were like 15. He is the only person you really care about."
Brian looked at Justin as he talked, and saw that he was holding a lot back. "You're not telling me everything. There's way more to it. Justin, I need you to tell me this stuff." Justin took a deep breath, and then leaned forward and kissed Brian. Brian pushed him away, not wanting to accept the fact that Justin's kiss was one of the best things he had ever felt. "What are you doing Justin?!"
End of chapter One
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