~~~This is How You Remind Me~~~
A/N: I just finished chapter two and now I'm all revvvvvvved to finish it in this chapter. I don't know though, it might be REALLY long! It's hard to write. *sniffles* it's hard to be so good at what I do!! lol no I'm not full of myself. I swear. Well, I dedicate this story to my wonderful friends at Temple Street Productions and the cast of Queer as Folk! Also, to Mimi, my dear friend in British Columbia. I miss ya babe! See ya SOON!!! Oh, BTW, I was just reading a review that I had from chapter Two. I made s light mistake and I do this all of the time. They Live In Pittsburg. Not philadelphia!!!! So everytime you see philadelphia, please replace it in your mind with PITTSBURG!!! Thank you to the person who corrected me :)
Chapter 3- The Last Flight Out
"Hey Daph, it's Justin. I was just calling to say that there's a party at Brian's tonight for his 31st birthday, so get some clothes on and come on over! That's where I'll be."
Justin turned off his cellphone and looked upstairs to Brian's window, and he could see the party in full gear. There were lights flashing and people dancing. Brian Kinney knew how to pull off a party, that was for damn sure.
Looking at himself, Justin sighed and locked the door in his car and walked to the elevator in the building. He was wearing a black coat, underneath was a light blue collared shirt that was half open on top and bottom, with only about four buttons done up in the middle, and a pair of pinstripe pants. His hair was gelled and he looked hot. But that was always how he looked.
When he got to Brian's floor, the door was open to his loft, with lights and sparkles all around. Justin walked in and put down his bag and car keys. Michael was the first one to notice him, and nudged Emmett, who whispered something in his ear. Michael ran over and turned Justin the other way, leading to the kitchen area.
"Hey Justin! Glad you come, even after last night. Yes, we got it out of Melanie and Lindsay, not Brian. Want a drink?" Michael sounded jumpy and nervous, so Justin shot him a sidelong glance.
"What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this Michael?" Justin was feeling apprehensive, but before Michael could reply, the answer showed itself.
Brian, drunk and half dressed came out of his bedroom, a younger, attractive man attached to one part of him. He kissed him passionately, then finally caught sight of Justin.
"Justin? What the fuck are you doing here?" Brian asked, semi-angry, semi-suprised to see the golden angel in his apartment, after last night he said that he wouldn't return.
But now the only thing on Justin's face was hurt, shock, and most of all, anger. He turned on his heel and then shook his head, his shoulders shaking. But he was laughing, not crying.
"He's finally done it. Brian Kinney has drove Justin absoloutely crazy." Emmett whispered to Ted and looked on in interest.
The room was silent, the music was turned off, and the two faced one another. Justin shook his head and sighed. Brian looked at Justin, the booze slowly wearing off.
"Brian Kinney, you are one fucked up individual. I came over here to tell you I was wrong, that I did need you and I was willing to help you get over what happened so we could be together. But apparently you don't need me to help you get over anything. God, I was so fucking stupid!"
Justin was angry for the first time. He had never gotten angry at Brian. He had always had so much respect and love for him. Even after all of the times that Brian had hurt him, had gone home with other men and not him, after he had told him so many times that he meant nothing to him. Even in those times he never got mad once. But this was the last straw. Brian had blew it.
Melanie and Lindsay were in the background, shaking their heads, and Justin saw them. He sighed at Brian, picked up his bag and pulled out the scarf and a sketch of Brian that he drew a long time ago. He was sleeping in the picture, naked. Justin threw them in his face, and turned again to pick up his car keys.
"Here! Take these back! THEY MEAN NOTHING TO ME! LIKE WHAT I MEAN TO YOU!" Justin cried as fresh tears ran down his face.
Brian turned his back and walked into his room, shutting the door. But Justin followed, yelling more.
"What? Are you going to hide again? Hide from your responsibilities? LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO? God Brian, you're 31 FOR FUCK'S SAKE!! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO GROW UP?"
Justin was out of control now, and everyone watched in awe as he told off Brian. Brian Kinney, who never took any shit from anyone. Brian Kinney, who never had problems with any males.
Finally he came out of his room, fully dressed and somber looking. He shot a look at Justin and walked over to the young man from earlier, draped his arm around his shoulder and looked over at Justin.
"You're sad. Very sad Justin. Why don't you get your pathetic ass out of my loft. I don't need you. I never did. I fucking HATE you. GET OUT!" Brian roared, throwing out his arm at the door.
Justin put on his bag and grabbed his car keys, then left, slamming the door behind him. Brian turned back to the man and began kissing him, but the man pushed him away. Lindsay and Melanie walked over and Lindsay slapped Brian across the face.
"You're so fucking pathetic, not Justin. I hope you live a sad, lonely life Brian Kinney, because that's all you deserve." Melanie spat, and Lindsay stepped forward.
"Brian, how do you live with yourself everyday?" Lindsay looked so disappointed in him, and the two walked out.
Emmett and Ted walked over and patted him on the shoulder. Brian looked into their faces and saw disappointment in their eyes as well.
"Brian, that was so not kosher. Justin is the one for you. You don't deserve him." Emmett said quietly, shaking his head as he picked up his big fuzzy red coat. Ted walked over and Brian cut him off before he could talk.
"I don't need a pep-talk from you too. Like you know what to say, grandpa." But Ted shook his head and just picked up his coat and left with Emmett.
Slowly, all of the guests left, disgusted with Brian's act. Only the men who were interested in his body stuck around. But Brian didn't feel like fucking. Not after the realization of what he had done sunk in. He kicked everyone out and began to pace around, anger and frustration filling him. He pulled out some of what he liked to call his "trail-mix" and snorted it, trying to calm down. But this only caused him to be more frenzied, almost wild. He snorted more and more, then finally sat down as the room began to spin. He had done it this time. Too much. He began shaking, and his body fell to floor as he went into convulsions.
The door opened as Justin walked in, or actually, stormed in and grabbed his coat. "Brian, I'm only here to get my coat. Goodb-" His words were cut short as he saw Brian laying on the floor in convulsions.
"Brian? Brian!! BRIAN! OH MY GOD! SOMEBODY HELP!" Justin went into hysterics and grabbed the phone to call 911. "Hello? Yes! I need an ambulance right now! My ....uhm, partner has overdosed and needs help fast!" Justin was crying and breathing heavily as he gave them the address. He sat Brian up and tried to wake him.
2 HOURS LATER~~~~~~
"Are you Justin Taylor?" A doctor's voice drifted into Justin's sleep and he sat up, grinding the sleep out of his eyes with his fists. He looked into the solemn eyes of a middle-aged male doctor with a bald spot on the top of his head.
"Yes that's me. Are you Dr. Harold?" Justin searched his expression for information, anything. But it was like trying to look through a black foggy night.
The doctor nodded and sat down with Justin, and sighed. "Your friend is in very critical condition. He overdosed on a mixture we know as "Trailmix." It's very potent, and we've had many death counts with this. However, we managed to pump his stomach of most of it. But a lot of it is in his bloodstream. We need a blood donation so that we can extract as much of the drug as possible. But he is bloodtype O and we are somewhat low on it. What is your bloodtype Justin?"
Justin understood that Brian's life lay in his hands. He would do anything for Brian, even give his life for him. Brian, although not too bright wen it came to love, was everything to him. Even after what happened that night, he still loved him. Brian was Brian. He knew something like that would happen. Right now he was willing to forgive anything and forget everything as long as Brian would be okay. Justin pulled up his sleeves and nodded.
"I'm type O. Where do I go doc?" Justin looked around the empty waiting room and pulled out his phone. "Do you mind if I call a few friends as well? They're all close friends with Brian, and I think that they should be here."
The doctor nodded and then pointed towards Brian's room. "Go in there as soon as you're done. We're going to hook a direct IV from your arm to his."
Justin dialed Michael first, and told him. Michael nearly went into hysterics over the phone and was already dressed and ready to leave by the time they got off of the phone. Justin then called Emmett, Ted, Lindsay and Melanie, and Daphne. He put his phone away and went into the room. The doctors gave him a sleep-inducing drug and then soon after, Justin was asleep as they hooked up the IV.
"What do you think Doc? Is this a hopeful case?" A nurse asked the doctor when they were checking the IV an hour later. The doctor shook his head and sighed, sitting down inbetween the beds. "The drug that I gave the younger one will keep him knocked out for about a day and a half. We'll know by the time he wakes up. The older one, I assume is his brother or something, is a tougher case. He has to be monitored at all times. Right now he's slightly comatose. It's going to be a long night."
A DAY AND A HALF LATER~~~~~
"Hey sleeping beauty, wake up. It's Daphne, Justin can ya hear me?" A voice cut through Justin's groggy mind he looked up to see Daphne, Emmett, Ted, Mikey, Debbie and Vic.
"Hey guys, what are you doing here? What time is it?" Justin felt so disoriented and unclear. Then he remembered what happened that night and looked next to him. Brian was sitting up in his bed drinking a shake and watching T.V. on a tiny television set. They still had the IV set up, and Justin was weakened from the loss of blood.
"What time is it? It's Monday. It's uhhh....4:30 in the afternoon. You've been sleeping for almost two days. That's what I call a beauty rest." Emmett joked as he rubbed Justin's forehead. Debbie hugged Justin and smiled. "Hey Sunshine. How are ya feeling?"
Justin looked over at Brian, not sure of what to say. Everyone saw what he was looking at and coughed. "Well, um, I gotta go check on the diner, kay Sunshine? Bye Brian, when I come back, I'll bring you boys some lemonbars. Vic, you coming?" Vic nodded and left with Debbie.
Daphne smiled and hugged Justin tightly, and he hugged her back. "I'm gonna go home and get some sleep, so I'll be back later on tonight. Do you want anything? Either of you?" Justin shook his head and Brian looked over. "Yes, could I get a fillet mignon from the hospital cafeteria?" Daphne smirked and threw a teddybear she had brought for him at him. He smiled and kissed it.
Michael leaned and kissed Brian on the cheek and ruffled his hair. "I'll be back later on tonight, so try to stay out of trouble until then." Brian grinned and sighed. "Okay mother." Michael leaned and kissed Justin on the forehead. "Thank you." He whispered, so no one heard except the two of them. Justin smiled and hugged him.
Emmett and Ted a quiet exit, simply waving, and Emmett blew them both a kiss. Justin laughed and closed his eyes and laid back.
A movement on his bed caused him to open his eyes and look. Brian was sitting on the side of his bed, looking down at him. "Hey, why did you do it?" Brian asked, looking at Justin strangely.
He didn't understand. He remembered that he had called Justin pathetic, kicked him out of his house and denounced his love for him. But here was Justin, practically giving his life so he could live. He didn't deserve him, Emmett was right.
But Justin simply smiled up at him and touched his face. Brian leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. Justin held one of Brian's hands and sighed, sitting up.
"When I came back to your apartment last night to get my coat, and I saw you on the floor like that, I thought I was the one dying, not you. I had to do anything I could to save you. You don't get it Brian. I love you. I would give my life for you."
Justin's words touched him, and he laid down next to him, gathering him in his arms. Justin inhaled the smell of Brian and exhaled contentedly.
"I love you too Justin." That was Brian's apology. The only thing close to an apology that Justin would get out of him. And it was enough.
The two laid together, not saying a word, afraid to spoil the moment. Again.
~~~FINITO.
A/N: SO?!?!? How was it? Should I make an epilogue? Mabye a prologue too? I CAN'T STOP WRITING!!!! hehehe I think this was good, and I just kind of wanted to end it. I hate stories that get TOO dragged out. I think this was good. Tell me what ya think of it!! R/R PLEASE! I LOVE REVIEWS! this was a lot shorter than i thought it would be....
A/N: I just finished chapter two and now I'm all revvvvvvved to finish it in this chapter. I don't know though, it might be REALLY long! It's hard to write. *sniffles* it's hard to be so good at what I do!! lol no I'm not full of myself. I swear. Well, I dedicate this story to my wonderful friends at Temple Street Productions and the cast of Queer as Folk! Also, to Mimi, my dear friend in British Columbia. I miss ya babe! See ya SOON!!! Oh, BTW, I was just reading a review that I had from chapter Two. I made s light mistake and I do this all of the time. They Live In Pittsburg. Not philadelphia!!!! So everytime you see philadelphia, please replace it in your mind with PITTSBURG!!! Thank you to the person who corrected me :)
Chapter 3- The Last Flight Out
"Hey Daph, it's Justin. I was just calling to say that there's a party at Brian's tonight for his 31st birthday, so get some clothes on and come on over! That's where I'll be."
Justin turned off his cellphone and looked upstairs to Brian's window, and he could see the party in full gear. There were lights flashing and people dancing. Brian Kinney knew how to pull off a party, that was for damn sure.
Looking at himself, Justin sighed and locked the door in his car and walked to the elevator in the building. He was wearing a black coat, underneath was a light blue collared shirt that was half open on top and bottom, with only about four buttons done up in the middle, and a pair of pinstripe pants. His hair was gelled and he looked hot. But that was always how he looked.
When he got to Brian's floor, the door was open to his loft, with lights and sparkles all around. Justin walked in and put down his bag and car keys. Michael was the first one to notice him, and nudged Emmett, who whispered something in his ear. Michael ran over and turned Justin the other way, leading to the kitchen area.
"Hey Justin! Glad you come, even after last night. Yes, we got it out of Melanie and Lindsay, not Brian. Want a drink?" Michael sounded jumpy and nervous, so Justin shot him a sidelong glance.
"What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this Michael?" Justin was feeling apprehensive, but before Michael could reply, the answer showed itself.
Brian, drunk and half dressed came out of his bedroom, a younger, attractive man attached to one part of him. He kissed him passionately, then finally caught sight of Justin.
"Justin? What the fuck are you doing here?" Brian asked, semi-angry, semi-suprised to see the golden angel in his apartment, after last night he said that he wouldn't return.
But now the only thing on Justin's face was hurt, shock, and most of all, anger. He turned on his heel and then shook his head, his shoulders shaking. But he was laughing, not crying.
"He's finally done it. Brian Kinney has drove Justin absoloutely crazy." Emmett whispered to Ted and looked on in interest.
The room was silent, the music was turned off, and the two faced one another. Justin shook his head and sighed. Brian looked at Justin, the booze slowly wearing off.
"Brian Kinney, you are one fucked up individual. I came over here to tell you I was wrong, that I did need you and I was willing to help you get over what happened so we could be together. But apparently you don't need me to help you get over anything. God, I was so fucking stupid!"
Justin was angry for the first time. He had never gotten angry at Brian. He had always had so much respect and love for him. Even after all of the times that Brian had hurt him, had gone home with other men and not him, after he had told him so many times that he meant nothing to him. Even in those times he never got mad once. But this was the last straw. Brian had blew it.
Melanie and Lindsay were in the background, shaking their heads, and Justin saw them. He sighed at Brian, picked up his bag and pulled out the scarf and a sketch of Brian that he drew a long time ago. He was sleeping in the picture, naked. Justin threw them in his face, and turned again to pick up his car keys.
"Here! Take these back! THEY MEAN NOTHING TO ME! LIKE WHAT I MEAN TO YOU!" Justin cried as fresh tears ran down his face.
Brian turned his back and walked into his room, shutting the door. But Justin followed, yelling more.
"What? Are you going to hide again? Hide from your responsibilities? LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO? God Brian, you're 31 FOR FUCK'S SAKE!! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO GROW UP?"
Justin was out of control now, and everyone watched in awe as he told off Brian. Brian Kinney, who never took any shit from anyone. Brian Kinney, who never had problems with any males.
Finally he came out of his room, fully dressed and somber looking. He shot a look at Justin and walked over to the young man from earlier, draped his arm around his shoulder and looked over at Justin.
"You're sad. Very sad Justin. Why don't you get your pathetic ass out of my loft. I don't need you. I never did. I fucking HATE you. GET OUT!" Brian roared, throwing out his arm at the door.
Justin put on his bag and grabbed his car keys, then left, slamming the door behind him. Brian turned back to the man and began kissing him, but the man pushed him away. Lindsay and Melanie walked over and Lindsay slapped Brian across the face.
"You're so fucking pathetic, not Justin. I hope you live a sad, lonely life Brian Kinney, because that's all you deserve." Melanie spat, and Lindsay stepped forward.
"Brian, how do you live with yourself everyday?" Lindsay looked so disappointed in him, and the two walked out.
Emmett and Ted walked over and patted him on the shoulder. Brian looked into their faces and saw disappointment in their eyes as well.
"Brian, that was so not kosher. Justin is the one for you. You don't deserve him." Emmett said quietly, shaking his head as he picked up his big fuzzy red coat. Ted walked over and Brian cut him off before he could talk.
"I don't need a pep-talk from you too. Like you know what to say, grandpa." But Ted shook his head and just picked up his coat and left with Emmett.
Slowly, all of the guests left, disgusted with Brian's act. Only the men who were interested in his body stuck around. But Brian didn't feel like fucking. Not after the realization of what he had done sunk in. He kicked everyone out and began to pace around, anger and frustration filling him. He pulled out some of what he liked to call his "trail-mix" and snorted it, trying to calm down. But this only caused him to be more frenzied, almost wild. He snorted more and more, then finally sat down as the room began to spin. He had done it this time. Too much. He began shaking, and his body fell to floor as he went into convulsions.
The door opened as Justin walked in, or actually, stormed in and grabbed his coat. "Brian, I'm only here to get my coat. Goodb-" His words were cut short as he saw Brian laying on the floor in convulsions.
"Brian? Brian!! BRIAN! OH MY GOD! SOMEBODY HELP!" Justin went into hysterics and grabbed the phone to call 911. "Hello? Yes! I need an ambulance right now! My ....uhm, partner has overdosed and needs help fast!" Justin was crying and breathing heavily as he gave them the address. He sat Brian up and tried to wake him.
2 HOURS LATER~~~~~~
"Are you Justin Taylor?" A doctor's voice drifted into Justin's sleep and he sat up, grinding the sleep out of his eyes with his fists. He looked into the solemn eyes of a middle-aged male doctor with a bald spot on the top of his head.
"Yes that's me. Are you Dr. Harold?" Justin searched his expression for information, anything. But it was like trying to look through a black foggy night.
The doctor nodded and sat down with Justin, and sighed. "Your friend is in very critical condition. He overdosed on a mixture we know as "Trailmix." It's very potent, and we've had many death counts with this. However, we managed to pump his stomach of most of it. But a lot of it is in his bloodstream. We need a blood donation so that we can extract as much of the drug as possible. But he is bloodtype O and we are somewhat low on it. What is your bloodtype Justin?"
Justin understood that Brian's life lay in his hands. He would do anything for Brian, even give his life for him. Brian, although not too bright wen it came to love, was everything to him. Even after what happened that night, he still loved him. Brian was Brian. He knew something like that would happen. Right now he was willing to forgive anything and forget everything as long as Brian would be okay. Justin pulled up his sleeves and nodded.
"I'm type O. Where do I go doc?" Justin looked around the empty waiting room and pulled out his phone. "Do you mind if I call a few friends as well? They're all close friends with Brian, and I think that they should be here."
The doctor nodded and then pointed towards Brian's room. "Go in there as soon as you're done. We're going to hook a direct IV from your arm to his."
Justin dialed Michael first, and told him. Michael nearly went into hysterics over the phone and was already dressed and ready to leave by the time they got off of the phone. Justin then called Emmett, Ted, Lindsay and Melanie, and Daphne. He put his phone away and went into the room. The doctors gave him a sleep-inducing drug and then soon after, Justin was asleep as they hooked up the IV.
"What do you think Doc? Is this a hopeful case?" A nurse asked the doctor when they were checking the IV an hour later. The doctor shook his head and sighed, sitting down inbetween the beds. "The drug that I gave the younger one will keep him knocked out for about a day and a half. We'll know by the time he wakes up. The older one, I assume is his brother or something, is a tougher case. He has to be monitored at all times. Right now he's slightly comatose. It's going to be a long night."
A DAY AND A HALF LATER~~~~~
"Hey sleeping beauty, wake up. It's Daphne, Justin can ya hear me?" A voice cut through Justin's groggy mind he looked up to see Daphne, Emmett, Ted, Mikey, Debbie and Vic.
"Hey guys, what are you doing here? What time is it?" Justin felt so disoriented and unclear. Then he remembered what happened that night and looked next to him. Brian was sitting up in his bed drinking a shake and watching T.V. on a tiny television set. They still had the IV set up, and Justin was weakened from the loss of blood.
"What time is it? It's Monday. It's uhhh....4:30 in the afternoon. You've been sleeping for almost two days. That's what I call a beauty rest." Emmett joked as he rubbed Justin's forehead. Debbie hugged Justin and smiled. "Hey Sunshine. How are ya feeling?"
Justin looked over at Brian, not sure of what to say. Everyone saw what he was looking at and coughed. "Well, um, I gotta go check on the diner, kay Sunshine? Bye Brian, when I come back, I'll bring you boys some lemonbars. Vic, you coming?" Vic nodded and left with Debbie.
Daphne smiled and hugged Justin tightly, and he hugged her back. "I'm gonna go home and get some sleep, so I'll be back later on tonight. Do you want anything? Either of you?" Justin shook his head and Brian looked over. "Yes, could I get a fillet mignon from the hospital cafeteria?" Daphne smirked and threw a teddybear she had brought for him at him. He smiled and kissed it.
Michael leaned and kissed Brian on the cheek and ruffled his hair. "I'll be back later on tonight, so try to stay out of trouble until then." Brian grinned and sighed. "Okay mother." Michael leaned and kissed Justin on the forehead. "Thank you." He whispered, so no one heard except the two of them. Justin smiled and hugged him.
Emmett and Ted a quiet exit, simply waving, and Emmett blew them both a kiss. Justin laughed and closed his eyes and laid back.
A movement on his bed caused him to open his eyes and look. Brian was sitting on the side of his bed, looking down at him. "Hey, why did you do it?" Brian asked, looking at Justin strangely.
He didn't understand. He remembered that he had called Justin pathetic, kicked him out of his house and denounced his love for him. But here was Justin, practically giving his life so he could live. He didn't deserve him, Emmett was right.
But Justin simply smiled up at him and touched his face. Brian leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. Justin held one of Brian's hands and sighed, sitting up.
"When I came back to your apartment last night to get my coat, and I saw you on the floor like that, I thought I was the one dying, not you. I had to do anything I could to save you. You don't get it Brian. I love you. I would give my life for you."
Justin's words touched him, and he laid down next to him, gathering him in his arms. Justin inhaled the smell of Brian and exhaled contentedly.
"I love you too Justin." That was Brian's apology. The only thing close to an apology that Justin would get out of him. And it was enough.
The two laid together, not saying a word, afraid to spoil the moment. Again.
~~~FINITO.
A/N: SO?!?!? How was it? Should I make an epilogue? Mabye a prologue too? I CAN'T STOP WRITING!!!! hehehe I think this was good, and I just kind of wanted to end it. I hate stories that get TOO dragged out. I think this was good. Tell me what ya think of it!! R/R PLEASE! I LOVE REVIEWS! this was a lot shorter than i thought it would be....
