soulmatejunkee | In Between, Part 7 (Cancer Fic)

Title: In Between, Part 7/?
Author:

soulmatejunkee
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: What happened between episode 4.09 and 4.10 (POV’s). It starts right after "Eat some fucking chicken soup".
Word Count: 400 words (drabbles)
Summary: I am writing on it since weeks, so I just thought, maybe I should start posting it
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
A/N: Beta by

qafkinnetic (Thanks a lot!)
Every comment is welcome. Let me know what you think. Thanks!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Brian's POV

1)
Babylon
Loud Music
Hot guys

And there was Vic, I saw him, he was dancing with one of those hot young guys. It was just surreal - as if one of them would ever dance with Vic Grassi. No offense, I loved Vic, but he wasn’t a man-izer – at least not in the last years. He saw me, grinned … he smiled as if he was gleeful.

I looked around and then I saw him. The blond hair, longer again. He was dancing with some other guy. Then they started kissing and touching and making out – in front of me.

2)
It hurt like hell. We never talked about the rules again after we got back together, but they were still on, weren’t they? So why does he kiss another guy? I looked back at Vic and now he was laughing at me. A few seconds later everyone was laughing – at me.

Except for Justin, he just looked at me, full of pity and shook his head. "Did you really expect me to stay with an old, weak, sick man? Look at you, one-ball-wonder… you can’t be an equal to them anymore. Your time is over. No one wants you anymore.“

3)
They were still laughing. I wanted to move, to leave or at least to answer, but I couldn’t. I knew this wasn’t real, it was surreal, it had to be a dream and I wanted to wake up.

"Brian.“ It was his voice again, but he wasn’t talking. I looked him straight in the eyes, still full of pity. The others were still laughing. "Brian, wake up.“

It was like a shock. I opened my eyes, it was dark, only the orange light above the bed was on and I was sticky, almost wet and my muscles were totally tensed.

4)
I looked at him, he was leaning above me and looked really concerned. His hair short, his eyes full of... what?

"Everything’s fine“, he whispered, putting a hand on my cheek.

I closed my eyes again. "Nothing’s fine.“

"Wanna talk about it?“

I looked at him again and I got angry. I knew it wasn’t his fault, but I was pissed off. Why did I dream that shit? I already felt bad enough. "I am a fucking one-ball-wonder! What’s there to talk about?“

He raised one eyebrow and nodded. "Get up, you need to shower and I'll change the sheets.“

TBC