Crashed 1/? Brian/Justin Episode 510 AU
Title: Crashed 1/?
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Genre: Brian/Justin
beta: me
Summary: AU after the bombing in 510
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine and I have no right to steal them, so I'm borrowing them. Crashed is by Daughtry and I think it's the perfect Bristin song - any youtube video making people out there, PLEASE make a Bristin vid to Crashed!
Author's Note: This is my first QAF fiction so please comment on it for me!! I've done tons of other fiction, check out my profile for my website where all my fiction is housed. I've done Buffy, Angel, Latter Days, Eminem, Degrassi, Alias, Roswell and now Queer As Folk!! I'm inspired by all the fantastic writers I've found in this genre! I hope to add to the mix!!
Crossposted: Queer As Folk FanFic & bjfic
"Could you get him some water?"
"Sure."
"And as long as you're going, cranberry spritzer for me?"
"Oh wait, Michael, I need another drink. I'll go."
"Oh, okay, Justin."
1
Brian Kinney had heard a lot of horrible and nightmarish things in his life. Among them were the sounds of his father's fist hitting glass and the sound of a bat striking skull. But nothing could have been worse than the news report. "This just in from WDBX news. There's been an explosion at Babylon, a local gay club, where a political fundraiser was underway tonight. Authorities fear there may be many injuries, possibly fatalities. Police say there's no word yet as to the cause-"
"TURN AROUND!" he barked at the driver. "NOW!"
The words kept echoing in his head the entire drive back to Liberty Avenue. Explosion. Injuries. Causalities. Explosion. Injuries. Causalities.
Every second it took to drive was another second that images flashed through his head of his friends - all attending the function he'd decided to avoid. Michael. Justin. Lindsay. Justin. Deb. Justin. Emmett. Justin. Ted. Justin. Justin. Justin. Justin.
JUSTIN! No no no. GOD. HELP!
Justin.
"HURRY!" he barked as he watched the streets whizzing by but all he saw out the window was a blond mop of hair and a bright smile, blood seeping over them both.
As soon as the limo pulled up as close as they could get, he was dashing out of the car. The sound of ambulance sirens and the fire alarm going off was too much. Everywhere he looked, he was searching for that blond mess of hair or that sunshine smile.
People passed by him: people covered in soot and people covered in blood and people drenched with fear. He saw people crying and people hugging and staring at the sea of people just as he was. But he saw no thick blond hair and no smile.
"Jennifer!" he shouted as the crowd cleared a little. "Jennifer! Jennifer."
"Brian, oh my god… Brian, you can't believe it. Justin's still out there, you gotta find him."
Correction, that was the worst thing he'd heard.
Jennifer looked scared, petrified. She looked like a mother who was afraid she'd never see her son again and that made him afraid. He was sure she would have looked all over as long as she could. If she hadn't been able to locate him before being forced out of the building, it meant something very bad.
He ran through the crowd exiting the building because he had to get inside. He had to find that blond head of hair and hit him upside the head for scaring him like this and for scaring his mother. He needed to kiss that blond head of hair and thank him for being okay.
He needed to find Justin, desperately.
Inside was dark and smoky and it burned his lungs and stung his eyes as he moved deeper into the club. He glanced around, trying to place where he was. "JUSTIN!" he screamed. "JUSTIN!"
If he knew his Justin, he'd have been near the bar or near the speakers. Since the bar area looked to be too covered in ashes and rescue workers, he moved toward the speakers, the thumpa thumpa having long since stopped.
"JUSTIN!" he screamed again, his eyes focusing on a scrap of bloody fabric on the floor, but no blond hair. "JUSTIN!" he yelled again. "SUNSHINE!" he called out, hoping he'd hear him yell back or chastise him for using that name.
He was coughing as he moved throughout the building when he saw Ted. "TED! What the fuck happened?! Have you seen Justin?"
He heard someone screaming for help but it wasn't his Justin's voice and therefore it was inconsequential to him as he moved deeper inside, barely being able to see or breathe. But Brian knew that if Justin was there, he'd find him. "JUSTIN!"
He searched the area near the speakers and there was no sign of his lover, ex-lover- whatever, it didn't matter. It was Justin and Justin was and forever would be his, if in his mind alone.
He saw a dead woman being covered with a sheet and someone else screaming in agony and his stomach was in knots as he struggled for breath.
Brian looked up as some electrical wire started sparking and his eyes adjusted to the light so he could focus on- "Michael!" he yelled and ran over and embraced his friend tightly.
"Michael, are you hurt?"
"No, just some scratches. Have you seen my mom?"
"She's outside with Jennifer and-"
"There you are, Baby," Emmett said, coming up on Michael and hugging him.
"Have you seen Justin?" Brian asked him quickly. WHY DID NO ONE KNOW WHERE JUSTIN WAS?!
Emmett just looked at him for a minute and Brian felt his late dinner rising up from his stomach. "EMMETT!" he growled and grabbed the man by the shirt.
"He's over there," Emmett said, pointing to the bar area, that was covered with part of the balcony. "He… was going for drinks when- they're… trying to get bodies out from under the-"
"NO!" Brian shrieked and it echoed in his head so loudly, louder than any concert he'd ever attended, louder than the sounds of any trick he'd ever fucked. "JUSTIN!" he screamed and took off, jumping over rumble and scraping his clothes on pieces he fell on and tripped over. "JUSTIN!"
"BRIAN!" he heard Michael screaming and pulling at him. "It's too dangerous!"
"JUSTIN!" Brian half-cried as he made it as far at he could before a fireman grabbed him.
"No. You can't get any closer; the rest of the balcony is close to falling."
"You have to get him OUT!" Brian demanded. "Justin- he's… he could be stuck under there. He could be hurt really bad!"
"Sir, if he was under the balcony when it fell, he might not have made it."
"NO, no!" Brian insisted, bile rising up from the pit of his stomach and he vomited on the floor and turned right back to the fireman. "NO. You HAVE TO GET HIM OUT! You… you have to! It's… Justin Taylor. He's blond, cute. You have to find him. FIND him. I'll find him!" Brian said, determined to get past the man. He'd crawl under the thing if he had to. He needed to find Justin.
"Sir, please…"
"Brian, c'mon, we gotta go," Michael said. "It's not safe here, Brian."
"I am not leaving," Brian insisted, coughing and vomiting more, his eyes tearing badly. He bent to vomit more when he saw- "JUSTIN!" he screamed as he focused on something on the floor. He shoved past the fireman and fell to the floor next to the puddle of blood surrounding a hand. Justin's hand. "Justin!" he shrieked and looked through some of the metal of the balcony, that now rested on the floor. "JUSTIN! JUSTIN! It's Brian! HE'S HERE!" Brian yelled, touching the hand gently.
"Justin, Baby! It's me," he whispered through the metal to the limp body.
To be continued... Please comment!!!!
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Genre: Brian/Justin
beta: me
Summary: AU after the bombing in 510
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine and I have no right to steal them, so I'm borrowing them. Crashed is by Daughtry and I think it's the perfect Bristin song - any youtube video making people out there, PLEASE make a Bristin vid to Crashed!
Author's Note: This is my first QAF fiction so please comment on it for me!! I've done tons of other fiction, check out my profile for my website where all my fiction is housed. I've done Buffy, Angel, Latter Days, Eminem, Degrassi, Alias, Roswell and now Queer As Folk!! I'm inspired by all the fantastic writers I've found in this genre! I hope to add to the mix!!
Crossposted: Queer As Folk FanFic & bjfic
"Could you get him some water?"
"Sure."
"And as long as you're going, cranberry spritzer for me?"
"Oh wait, Michael, I need another drink. I'll go."
"Oh, okay, Justin."
1
Brian Kinney had heard a lot of horrible and nightmarish things in his life. Among them were the sounds of his father's fist hitting glass and the sound of a bat striking skull. But nothing could have been worse than the news report. "This just in from WDBX news. There's been an explosion at Babylon, a local gay club, where a political fundraiser was underway tonight. Authorities fear there may be many injuries, possibly fatalities. Police say there's no word yet as to the cause-"
"TURN AROUND!" he barked at the driver. "NOW!"
The words kept echoing in his head the entire drive back to Liberty Avenue. Explosion. Injuries. Causalities. Explosion. Injuries. Causalities.
Every second it took to drive was another second that images flashed through his head of his friends - all attending the function he'd decided to avoid. Michael. Justin. Lindsay. Justin. Deb. Justin. Emmett. Justin. Ted. Justin. Justin. Justin. Justin.
JUSTIN! No no no. GOD. HELP!
Justin.
"HURRY!" he barked as he watched the streets whizzing by but all he saw out the window was a blond mop of hair and a bright smile, blood seeping over them both.
As soon as the limo pulled up as close as they could get, he was dashing out of the car. The sound of ambulance sirens and the fire alarm going off was too much. Everywhere he looked, he was searching for that blond mess of hair or that sunshine smile.
People passed by him: people covered in soot and people covered in blood and people drenched with fear. He saw people crying and people hugging and staring at the sea of people just as he was. But he saw no thick blond hair and no smile.
"Jennifer!" he shouted as the crowd cleared a little. "Jennifer! Jennifer."
"Brian, oh my god… Brian, you can't believe it. Justin's still out there, you gotta find him."
Correction, that was the worst thing he'd heard.
Jennifer looked scared, petrified. She looked like a mother who was afraid she'd never see her son again and that made him afraid. He was sure she would have looked all over as long as she could. If she hadn't been able to locate him before being forced out of the building, it meant something very bad.
He ran through the crowd exiting the building because he had to get inside. He had to find that blond head of hair and hit him upside the head for scaring him like this and for scaring his mother. He needed to kiss that blond head of hair and thank him for being okay.
He needed to find Justin, desperately.
Inside was dark and smoky and it burned his lungs and stung his eyes as he moved deeper into the club. He glanced around, trying to place where he was. "JUSTIN!" he screamed. "JUSTIN!"
If he knew his Justin, he'd have been near the bar or near the speakers. Since the bar area looked to be too covered in ashes and rescue workers, he moved toward the speakers, the thumpa thumpa having long since stopped.
"JUSTIN!" he screamed again, his eyes focusing on a scrap of bloody fabric on the floor, but no blond hair. "JUSTIN!" he yelled again. "SUNSHINE!" he called out, hoping he'd hear him yell back or chastise him for using that name.
He was coughing as he moved throughout the building when he saw Ted. "TED! What the fuck happened?! Have you seen Justin?"
He heard someone screaming for help but it wasn't his Justin's voice and therefore it was inconsequential to him as he moved deeper inside, barely being able to see or breathe. But Brian knew that if Justin was there, he'd find him. "JUSTIN!"
He searched the area near the speakers and there was no sign of his lover, ex-lover- whatever, it didn't matter. It was Justin and Justin was and forever would be his, if in his mind alone.
He saw a dead woman being covered with a sheet and someone else screaming in agony and his stomach was in knots as he struggled for breath.
Brian looked up as some electrical wire started sparking and his eyes adjusted to the light so he could focus on- "Michael!" he yelled and ran over and embraced his friend tightly.
"Michael, are you hurt?"
"No, just some scratches. Have you seen my mom?"
"She's outside with Jennifer and-"
"There you are, Baby," Emmett said, coming up on Michael and hugging him.
"Have you seen Justin?" Brian asked him quickly. WHY DID NO ONE KNOW WHERE JUSTIN WAS?!
Emmett just looked at him for a minute and Brian felt his late dinner rising up from his stomach. "EMMETT!" he growled and grabbed the man by the shirt.
"He's over there," Emmett said, pointing to the bar area, that was covered with part of the balcony. "He… was going for drinks when- they're… trying to get bodies out from under the-"
"NO!" Brian shrieked and it echoed in his head so loudly, louder than any concert he'd ever attended, louder than the sounds of any trick he'd ever fucked. "JUSTIN!" he screamed and took off, jumping over rumble and scraping his clothes on pieces he fell on and tripped over. "JUSTIN!"
"BRIAN!" he heard Michael screaming and pulling at him. "It's too dangerous!"
"JUSTIN!" Brian half-cried as he made it as far at he could before a fireman grabbed him.
"No. You can't get any closer; the rest of the balcony is close to falling."
"You have to get him OUT!" Brian demanded. "Justin- he's… he could be stuck under there. He could be hurt really bad!"
"Sir, if he was under the balcony when it fell, he might not have made it."
"NO, no!" Brian insisted, bile rising up from the pit of his stomach and he vomited on the floor and turned right back to the fireman. "NO. You HAVE TO GET HIM OUT! You… you have to! It's… Justin Taylor. He's blond, cute. You have to find him. FIND him. I'll find him!" Brian said, determined to get past the man. He'd crawl under the thing if he had to. He needed to find Justin.
"Sir, please…"
"Brian, c'mon, we gotta go," Michael said. "It's not safe here, Brian."
"I am not leaving," Brian insisted, coughing and vomiting more, his eyes tearing badly. He bent to vomit more when he saw- "JUSTIN!" he screamed as he focused on something on the floor. He shoved past the fireman and fell to the floor next to the puddle of blood surrounding a hand. Justin's hand. "Justin!" he shrieked and looked through some of the metal of the balcony, that now rested on the floor. "JUSTIN! JUSTIN! It's Brian! HE'S HERE!" Brian yelled, touching the hand gently.
"Justin, Baby! It's me," he whispered through the metal to the limp body.
To be continued... Please comment!!!!