A/N: Okay since my first part turned out okay, I decided to switch things up and put this part from Brian's point of view the day Ben is in the hospital and Michael calls him.

Disclaimer: I don't own them. nor the dialogue from the show, borrowed only for fun and creativity.

Part 2: My Mikey

Brian stepped into the conference room ready to meet and greet the board of the newest ad they hoped to catch. He was of course given the brief details but ignore half of them. If they had come here they were already hooked. All he had to do was reel them in and he was prepared to do so, after all it's what he was paid for.

But all that came to a crashing halt when his cellphone rang and the name on the caller ID simply stated 'My Mikey' Since the meeting hadn't officially started-and even if it had been he wouldn't have given a shit-he flipped open his phone and waited to hear the tone of his best friend's voice before deciding how to respond to him.

"Brian, can you- I'm sorry you're probably busy. I tried calling Mom but she's too busy at the diner and Uncle Vic is-Brian please I'm-."

Brian could hear the lingering sobs in his best friend's throat. He could tell it was taking all of Michael's willpower not to break down into tears. That's all it took. Mind made up he said, "Sit there, don't move." After using that loving Brian Kinney charm that allows him to get away with anything he left the building and headed out to his jeep not caring that might lose this campaign. There was something more important for him to worry about right now.

His Mikey needed him. And he was going to be there for him just as he always had been.

Michael had been there for him more times than Brian could count. He had so many favors to return.

The drive to the hospital seemed to take ages. As if something was keeping him from fulfilling this task. Finally the building came into view and he parked in the first spot available practically snatched the key from the ignition almost forgetting to lock his door.

He took the stairs going at his own pace and headed down the dimly light hallway. Near the nurse's station stood Michael with his back against the hall almost as if he was trying to lock himself in his own world and had turned his back on reality. Brian approached his best friend cautiously and placed a hand on his upper arm to get his attention.

"I'm sorry to call you, I didn't mean to bother you."

Brian had been expecting Michael to say something along those lines. And he responded with a simple, 'Shut up.' It was his way of saying, 'You're not a bother so stop thinking you are.' He peaked into the room to see Ben asleep. "How is he?"

"They got him on all these painkillers and shit they don't even know if-'

That's when the tears came and Brian pulled Michael into his arms going into full on comfort and protective mode. "Hey, hey, hey." He spoke in a soothing voice only reserved for Michael and held him close as the other man sobbed into his chest wetting his dress shirt. But Brian didn't give a shit. He felt Michael pull away and he loosened his embrace but only just.

"I don't want him to die."

Brian could remember having that same thought run through his mind when Justin had been in the hospital after being bashed. And just like Michael had done for him he returned the favor by being as reassuring as he could. "He's not going to die, he's not going to die."

He was taken by surprise when Michael began wiping the way the tears in attempt to stop his crying. "I need to be strong."

"You are strong you are-" Brian said in hopes to calm his best friend down.

"No, I'm not. My mom was right."

There were some days Brian loved Debbie Novotny and some days he just wanted to…. So he did the next best thing, stated the truth, "You're mom doesn't know shit."

He could tell that Michael was still doubting himself so he tried another approach determined to get through to the most important person in his life, "Listen to me, listen to me." He pleaded, "Are you listening?"

Michael nodded his voice still heavy with sobs and his eyes still glistening with tears, "I'm listening."

"The night Justin was bashed and I called you and you were about to get on a plane. And you came here and you sat with me for three days waiting to see if he was going to live or die. If it hadn't been for you I never would have made it." And Brian knew it was true. That night had been the worst he had ever experienced well at least in the top five. There had been plenty a night that had his dear old Dad involved.

"It was because of you. You're strong enough for both of us." Brian finally said knowing that Michael had more strength in his loving caring heart than any of the guys down at the gym had in their little finger. "And you're going to be strong for Ben."

When Michael nodded in response Brian could tell that he finally understood. Michael was the strongest of one them, always had been and he could tell always would be. Which was why he gratefully accepted the kiss that Michael gave him. The kiss they shared like most of their embraces was simple but full of love and understanding. Brian returned the kiss before pulling his Mikey back into his arms allowing the other man to cry his fill. He didn't care if anyone saw them. All he cared about was his Mikey knew how much both him and Ben needed him.

True he knew Michael loved Ben and after so long Brian had grown fond of the professor-not that he would freely admit it aloud of course- but at least he knew Mikey would always come back to him. They had each other and despite everything that had happened in the past and the events of the future, whatever they may be, Brian, through each and every embrace kiss and 'you are so pathetics' made sure that Michael knew that he was Brian's and Brian would always be his.

A/N: Okay there you have it. Brian isn't easy to write lol. Please let me know what you think. I'm thinking of writing a full out Michael/Brian story too. Please let me know if anyone would be interested in reading it.