A/N: it's VG! yay. Its slash ((duh!)) B/C ((duh!)). The boys go on vacation and talk about there past. Filler fic. There might be smut in upcoming chapters, but don't count on it. I don't like writing smut at all.
The rating is prolly an R.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not mine. Not mine. Every lyric, Tori or otherwise, isn't mine either. I stole the title from Neil Gaimans book Neverwhere. Go read Neverwhere. And House of Leaves and all of the Sandman books. Yeah... on with the fic!
-NeverWhere-
Brian hated flying. He hated take off, he hated landing, he hated being in the air, but most of all, Brian hated those very cramped, very uncomfortable airplane seats. So they took the train.
It was three ten on the train and Brian was quietly watching the white grey white grey brown brown brown of nature swirl past him; Curt was sleeping soundly on his shoulder.
"Tea, sir?"
"No, thank you." Brian smiled softly at the young boy with dark hair, then returned to watching the blur of scenery fly by him. grey white grey white brown brown green. The slight change in colour vaguely amused Brian's mind and he chuckled softly to himself.
"Hi."
"Hi."
Curt stretched, slightly turning his head upward so that he could see Brian.
"So."
"So."
The pair smiled at each other once more before Curt spoke.
"Where are we going?"
The two boys had earlier decided that it was not the destination that mattered, but the journey, absolutely. So clad in all black and dark sunglasses, Curt and Brian set out on their little adventure, buying a train ticket each to where ever the next stop was.
Brian shrugged gently, softly saying "I'm not sure."
"That's ok." Curt's eyes shone at Brian gently. Blue green grey green blue gold. His eyes were a beautiful maze of word and song and colour. His eyes were so much life.
"NeverWhere."
"What?"
"NeverWhere. I think that's where we are going." As odd as the thought was, Curt dismissed it shrugging inwardly. He cupped Brian's chin in his hand slowly running his over the Angel lips.
"You're such a Nowhere Faerie," he sang to Brian gently in his whisper soft grey voice. "You're such a Nowhere Boy." He smiled one last time, kissing Brian softly on the cheek then once again, nodding off.
The train journey continued one like that; the tea boy, as Brian began to call him, coming every thirty minutes to ask if he wanted tea. This bothered Brian because although he knew it was the young mans job, he couldn't help but be reminded of a small, impatient child on a car trip repeatedly asking "Are we there yet?"
When the stepped off the train outside, the world looked thick and beautiful. The world looked crystalized in grey and orange. The world looked together.
Looking at it, the felt as if they were on another planet, on this NeverWhere journey, in the Tomorrow land.
and it was ok.
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