Please review! I'm only at the begining of season 2 of QAF so please, don't spoil anything! Just couldn't get this scenerio out of my head

Brian rolled Justin over.

"No, no, no, no GOD," he yelled out when he saw the blood pouring from Justin's head. He felt for a pulse.

He froze when he felt nothing. He shook his head.

"No...no no no..."

"Oh my God!" Someone from behind him shouted. A woman. He heard her calling 911. He couldn't stop staring at Justin's body.

No...he wasn't...this was a nightmare...he'd wake up in his loft, with Justin sleeping next to him...this wasn't real...this COULDN'T be real.

He stared at the body in shock, at Justin's body.

"This was the best night of my life"

He heard the ambulence and saw the paramedics. He watched in shock as they felt for a pulse.

"None," said one of them grimly. His eyes widened.

"What? You're wrong, you checked wrong! Check again,damn it!"

"Sir-" said one of them." Please calm down-"

"What's the time?" one of them whispered.

"11:30," said another.

"Time of death 11:30." the man repeated softly as he wrote it down.

"NO!" Brian roared. "YOU'RE WRONG! He's not dead! He's not Dead!"

Two of the men grabbed a hold of him as they loaded Justin's body onto a stretcher.

"No!"Brian tried to fight the men that held him until he finally collapsed on the ground, shock consuming him.

He felt numb as he was being led in the police car to head to station.

"I have to call someone," he finally managed to say."

The officers nodded silently.

Micheal was about to board the plane. Panic filled him. He had to make it in time.

His phone rang.

Goddamn it, who was it now? It was Brian..He frowned.

"Hello?"

Silence.

"Brian, I'm about to board the plane.."

"He's dead."

Micheal froze.

"What?" He sucked in his voice.

"He's dead," Brian repeated in a dull voice. "Justin's dead."

Micheal dropped his bag.

"Oh my God..."

"Sir?" The stewardess said. "We're finishing boarding the plane now."

Quickly Micheal walked back into the terminal, his body shaking.

"What...I...how did this happen? Where are you?"

"At the police station...He was attacked...I tried to stop it..."Brian's voice shook then. "But I couldn't...now he's dead."

Micheal felt dizzy and sick.

"I'm coming," he said quickly and raced to his car. He was in panic mood. He couldn't believe what was happening.

Justin was dead.

Justin who was so young and innocent..He bent over and puked.

He closed his eyes as he slid into the car and drove in cold shock.

He barely remembered how to get to the police station.

Slowly Micheal walked into the room and saw Brian sitting on the bench, his suit covered in blood.

He took deep breaths as he walked over.

Brian felt a hand on his shoulder. He knew it was Micheal, but didn't move. In his mind he kept on flashing back to that moment. The moment of seeing Justin get hit, of running over to him, of rolling his body over and seeing all that blood.

He sat in silence, his mind frozen in the past. He knew one thing for sure, though.

The one time he decided to let someone in, and perhapes even love that person, the person was killed.

Brian didn't bother to wipe away the single tear that slid down his cheek as he made himself a promise.

Never again would he care for anyone.

Never again would he love anyone.

Never again.