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A/N: This will include canon mixed with some extraordinary circumstances. Italics are thoughts. WIP

Prologue

Brian turned to take a step and follow Justin, managing to trip somehow and bump into him. They both lost their footing and all of a sudden they were falling, but farther than just the distance to the floor. Both of their hearts raced at the unexpected drop. When they finally did hit the floor they hit hard, tumbling, limbs askew and tangled together.

"The fuck?" Brian spat as he pulled himself off Justin.

"What the hell just happened?" Justin groused, sitting up. Brian didn't answer though and took in the room they currently occupied. Once he got over the fact he had just inexplicably fallen on the ground and had been squished, Justin too noticed the room. "Brian?" He looked up too surprised to bother standing. They weren't in the Diner anymore. They just looked at each other for a moment frozen and uncomprehending. Slowly Justin stood and turned in a circle. The square room was all white with no furniture, doors, or windows. "Are we high?" Justin asked, partly hopeful.

"Nope."

"Are we drunk?"

"Nope."

"Fuck." He actually looks disappointed. Brian gave him a look encouraging him to explain that opinion and Justin understood the request.

"It's an explanation. Otherwise we're crazy."

"We're not crazy," Brian stated definitively. Justin just looked at him, half hopeful half curious. "We wouldn't both be the same crazy," he reasoned.

"Maybe we're dreaming." Brian, again, just gave him a look. He huffed, "Yeah, not the same dream."

"That," he nodded, "and how the fuck would we have fallen asleep in the diner? Deb's laugh alone could rouse a comma patient." Justin couldn't help a small smile.

"This is insane." Staring at the stark room around him was weirding him out. "Brian," he looked at the man beside him, who was glancing off to the left and ignoring him. "Brian," he said louder this time. He turned to look in the direction Brian was gazing and was startled to see another man in the room. An older man. What the fuck? Where'd he come from? How'd he get in? Justin turned to Brian voice his thoughts but faltered when he saw Brian's face. Pale and stricken, he stared at the man. "…Brian?" He questioned one more time, gently. Brian didn't answer him though, he remained fixated on the man before them and softly uttered one word.

"Jack."

A/N: Please review! Should I continue?