In Between, Part 12
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soulmatejunkeeTitle: In Between, Part 12/?
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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 byqafkinnetic (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 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Part 11
Justin's POV
1)
I bought some disinfectant and went to the diner for a sandwich, because I knew it’s not nice to eat in front of someone who has nausea. Debbie seemed to be doing better again after Vic's death, at least there was someone I didn’t have to worry about anymore. She smiled, kissed me and told me I should eat something proper and not just a sandwich. So I also ate some chips. Then I went back to the loft.
I didn’t hear anything when I walked in, so I closed the door and took off my jacket and my shoes.
2)
Maybe he was still asleep and I didn’t want to wake him up. I walked to the bedroom, the bed was empty, the trashcan was bowled over - but empty and one of the ginger ale cans was opened and bowled over, too and the ginger ale was all over the floor.
Fuck! FUCK!
"Brian?“ I walked up to the bed and looked into the bathroom. I am not sure if my heartbeat just doubled or if there wasn’t any heartbeat anymore. "Fuck!“
The toilet lid was open, the towels were all over the floor and it smelled like sick.
Brian’s POV
3)
I didn’t remember hearing the door. I was just happy that my stomach finally seemed to decided that it’s not necessary to choke itself. I remember the pain, everything hurt. I just wanted to die.
"Fuck! Brian!“
I heard it, I wanted to say something, to look up, but I couldn’t. I felt his touch, he was holding my head, saying my name over and over again, he yelled at me. But I couldn’t answer him. And then he was gone again, sure he was, I knew he wouldn’t stay, it was disgusting. I had to go through this alone.
4)
I decided to just stay in the bathroom for the night. I already got used to the smell of sickness. I started to feel comfortable. Suddenly I felt something cold in my face, cold and wet.
"Brian! Shit! Brian, look at me!“
Obviously he came back. Bad conscience? I tried to open my eyes. I could see him, he looked terrified. He put that cold wet thing on my face again. I sighed.
"You have to drink something. Brian, do you hear me?“
Then I felt something on my lips, it was cold, a glass.
"It’s ginger ale, drink some.“
TBC
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 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Part 11
Justin's POV
1)
I bought some disinfectant and went to the diner for a sandwich, because I knew it’s not nice to eat in front of someone who has nausea. Debbie seemed to be doing better again after Vic's death, at least there was someone I didn’t have to worry about anymore. She smiled, kissed me and told me I should eat something proper and not just a sandwich. So I also ate some chips. Then I went back to the loft.
I didn’t hear anything when I walked in, so I closed the door and took off my jacket and my shoes.
2)
Maybe he was still asleep and I didn’t want to wake him up. I walked to the bedroom, the bed was empty, the trashcan was bowled over - but empty and one of the ginger ale cans was opened and bowled over, too and the ginger ale was all over the floor.
Fuck! FUCK!
"Brian?“ I walked up to the bed and looked into the bathroom. I am not sure if my heartbeat just doubled or if there wasn’t any heartbeat anymore. "Fuck!“
The toilet lid was open, the towels were all over the floor and it smelled like sick.
Brian’s POV
3)
I didn’t remember hearing the door. I was just happy that my stomach finally seemed to decided that it’s not necessary to choke itself. I remember the pain, everything hurt. I just wanted to die.
"Fuck! Brian!“
I heard it, I wanted to say something, to look up, but I couldn’t. I felt his touch, he was holding my head, saying my name over and over again, he yelled at me. But I couldn’t answer him. And then he was gone again, sure he was, I knew he wouldn’t stay, it was disgusting. I had to go through this alone.
4)
I decided to just stay in the bathroom for the night. I already got used to the smell of sickness. I started to feel comfortable. Suddenly I felt something cold in my face, cold and wet.
"Brian! Shit! Brian, look at me!“
Obviously he came back. Bad conscience? I tried to open my eyes. I could see him, he looked terrified. He put that cold wet thing on my face again. I sighed.
"You have to drink something. Brian, do you hear me?“
Then I felt something on my lips, it was cold, a glass.
"It’s ginger ale, drink some.“
TBC
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on 2010-10-09 09:58 am (UTC)OMG I don't think my widdle heart can take it,,thanks, I think:)
Later Jx
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on 2010-10-09 10:00 am (UTC)It's getting better, too.
But it's cancer, it's a walk in sunshine...
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on 2010-10-09 01:08 pm (UTC)My heart, I think maybe every cell of my body ached through Part 1 to Part 12.And it's more and more sad.
Cancer is a huge thing in anyone's life.I think Cowlip don't give enough portrayal.
I love this fic and it's very sooth
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on 2010-10-09 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2010-10-09 02:25 pm (UTC)It hurts especially to see that Brian is still scared and afraid that Justin could leave him.
He needs to finally understand that Justin is not going anywhere.
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on 2010-10-09 02:57 pm (UTC)It's not like cancer fic were my favourites, it's not, but I started to read it and now I can't stop. We meesed these great scenes in the show, so thanks for gift it to us.
I really love it.
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on 2010-10-09 03:42 pm (UTC)I haven't read so many (good) cancer fics yet... and it always bothered me that we never saw anything about the cancer-treatment on the show.
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on 2010-10-09 03:43 pm (UTC)Thanks for your comment.
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on 2010-10-09 10:07 pm (UTC)Great Story Darling ~ Kathleen
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