Brian and Sean pulled into the MEX airport of Mexico City and walked into the terminal that Mia was supposed to arrive at a few minutes later. Sean elbowed him in the ribs a few minutes later as he had been falling asleep and Brian looked up to see Sean staring off, his mouth open and looking as if he were about to start drooling. Brian looked up to where Sean was staring and saw Mia walking through the hall.

Brian stood without Sean noticing and started walking over to Mia. When he looked back he saw that Sean was still sitting in the same place that he had left him, and that he was still drooling over Mia. Brian walked over to the woman and she dropped her bags when she saw him, hugging him tight, and he hugged her back as tightly as he could with his good arm.

"My god Bri, what happened to your arm?" Mia asked as she pulled away from him, her fingers tracing over the brace that held his arm steady.

"Cops, Tran, my father; you name it." Brian said quietly and she stared at him sadly for a moment, before picking up her bag and linking her arm in his good one. They walked over to where Sean was sitting and the man was still staring at where Mia had been, as though she were still there and not standing a foot away from him.

Brian and Mia started to walk away shaking their heads, and when Brian noticed that Sean hadn't moved he called out; "Yo Sean!" When the man jerked but didn't look up, Brian revised his plan and called out; "Yo Seannie Jo! We're leaving with or without you. So you can stay here and leave a puddle or you can come with us and say hi to Mia!"

Sean spun his head around to face his brother and scowled at the man, but then he noticed Mia standing there, and cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy. "What the-?" Sean asked, and Mia and Brian burst out laughing at him. Sean stood up and walked over to the two of them, though looking behind him every few seconds just to make sure that Mia wasn't standing behind him too.

That night at dinner, Sean had finally gotten the courage to ask Mia out, and she had told him yes on the stipulation that he didn't drool on her. They were eating pizza and talking friendly when Dom and Brian started to communicate with their eyes, debating on whether or not to tell them about what had happened between the two.

"Excuse me," Brian said and got up from the table that seemed to be pressing in on him, making his chest tight in anticipation and fear. He walked to the bathroom, hearing the scrape of another chair against the floor, just as he reached the small room; which gave him some solitude.

He walked forward, and then retraced his steps to take him back to the door again, pacing as the anxiety pressed in on him. He felt as if he were drowning, the pressure getting to be too much, though there needn't be a reason for it, they had just gotten together, both of them wanted it, so screw what everyone else thought right?... WRONG!

Brian had always been too emotionally involved with the people that he thought of as family and all of the people that were sitting in the other room, were his family, by blood or not. He would do anything for them, but he didn't know if they could handle the fact that he was bisexual and in love with Dom at the same time. Didn't know if he could tell them, for fear of rejection from the people that he cared deeply for, for the people that he loved; the people that he would give his life to save.

He was stopped in his tracks as a pair of well muscled arms wound themselves around his torso, pulling him back into the other man's chest. He sighed and leaned back into the warm embrace; before he turned into the arms that protected and comforted him. He didn't know what he would do if he didn't have Dom; if the big man didn't want him; especially after what had happened with his father. He didn't know how Dom could love a man that was so dirty and tainted...

Brian choked back a sob and nuzzled into Dom's hard chest. He could feel the older man tense as the small sound left his throat and immediately berated himself for being so weak. "Brian, baby what's wrong?" Dom asked, and Brian looked up at his concerned face, with tears glistening in his eyes.

"How... How can you want me?" Brian asked, his voice small; and he finally just let the tears that he had held for so long, run freely down his face. "After what happened..." Brian added, without thinking, and felt the man's arms loosen around his lean frame; watched as the man's eyes hardened in anger.

Brian mistook the placement of the anger, thinking it was directed towards him, and he pushed away from Dom. Before the man could say anything, Brian had skittered across the bathroom, and took off running out the door. Brian didn't know how to react. He was sure that he hadn't done anything to anger the man in the room, but maybe he had finally remembered what had happened to Brian, and finally saw how tainted the man was. Maybe it was a good thing that Dom had figured it out before they had gotten too involved, but it didn't make the tear in his heart any smaller.

Brian ran for all the love that was in his heart, for all the hurt that filled him; for all the reasons why he shouldn't be alive in the first place. His father was right, the only thing he was good for was a good fuck. He would never amount to anything. He had lost his job, lost his mother, lost his ability to think; lost his life!

He heard the screen door open and shut, the squeak of the well worn hinge as it swung open and shut. He heard the door open and shut again as he ran in the field. He could hear the man that was supposed to love him call his name, but didn't comprehend anything that was said after that. He heard the swing of the door again and the call of other familiar voices, but he didn't stop, or slow his pace, fear and hurt driving him forward.

He reached the forest only a minute later, and ran into it, seeking shelter within the trees. They might have lived near the ocean, but there was also a lush forest right next to the house, and that was where Brian wanted to be. He wanted to lose himself and the others following him in the melody of the forest. There was nothing around him except for the trees, and civilization was an hour away; Mexico City where they had driven earlier was over a three hour drive; and for once he was grateful for the solitude, and the fact that if they had to call the cops to come get him, he would have an hour start. An hour was plenty of time for what he wanted... needed to do.

A/N: I know it was short and a little wierd, but please review!

Take Care and thanks for the other reviews...

Ana