Aftermath, Part 2 (You & Me Series)
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soulmatejunkeeTitle: Aftermath, Part 2 (You & Me-Series)
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soulmatejunkee
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 5.13; POV's
Word Count: 3.229
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
Beta:mander3_swish - thank you so much!
First of all: I'm so sorry for all the trouble I caused because I locked the comments to only friends. I had to do that, because there was a lot of spamming. It was never my intention to cut anyone out - especially not of this story.
As always: Every comment is welcome. I Love to read what you think. Thanks!
01. Listen to me
02. Trust me
03. Babylon Part 1 | Part 2
04. Find a way Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
05. ...remember what's missing?
06. The Party
07. Thanksgiving 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
08. 1 wedding, 4 rings... 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12
09. The first Webcam Sex Chat
10. The first call
11. Expectations - Happy Valentine | Revenge
12. March 18th 2006
13. Aftermath - 1 | 2 |
Justin's POV
I was totally lacking in concentration at work. I was still shocked and angry and… yes, I was also scared. I didn’t expect anyone to storm into the house to try to kill or attack us, but fuck, it was my house, it was my safe place and they ruined it. And there was nothing I could do.
It didn’t get better once I got back to New York either. Every time I heard an unfamiliar noise, I jumped. I hated that. The last time I felt this way was after I got bashed. Back then I was afraid to leave the house alone, to walk on the streets alone. It wasn’t that bad now, but I was a little scared again. I didn’t want to be. I never wanted anyone to have such a power over me.
The cut on my foot had healed very well. After two days I only needed a small bandage. But the memory was still there; not only about the stone and the glass, but also about the bomb.
Thank god I was almost done with the project I was working on; I wouldn’t be able to mess it up too much from my lack of concentration.
I liked my job, a lot. It was fun and it was creative and the people were really nice. Zack was a very cool guy, especially when he found out that Brian Kinney from Kinnetik in Pittsburgh was my boyfriend. Since last week I was working on a photo spread our client wanted to have created as an animation-video. It was a small one, but I was happy about my work. And so was Zack.
It’s great to have your own little project from the beginning until the end. It was way more fun than I expected it to be, and most of our clients were really nice. It was different than working at the diner or the coffee shop or even the gallery, and I had to admit that it was also more fun. The pay check was also way better and it made me feel better, more independent. Luckily, some things I learned at art school helped me out on the job, but I also learned a lot of new stuff.
Sometimes when I came home after work I started to draw. I hadn’t done that for months, apart from the drawings for Rage. It felt good, and I was hoping that the inspiration would come back soon. But then the last weekend happened and now I felt different again.
It was only Tuesday morning, but I was already waiting for Friday to see Brian again, to have him here again. At the moment, New York felt safer that Pittsburgh. How weird was that?
My website was still working out. I had sold three paintings since Christmas, small paintings, but I was happy and proud of it. So far the two new paintings Sidney had shown at his gallery hadn’t sold yet, but he said that there was a show coming up in a few weeks and that he was positive about my stuff selling then. With my lack of inspiration it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen that the paintings weren’t sold so far.
Zack asked to meet with my after lunch. I thought he would give me a new client, since I was almost done with my current project, but instead of that he had an amazing offer for me.
Brian's POV
I stood in front of the house and stared at the scarlet-red letters “FAGGOT” someone had scrawled all over it. The flower bed was trampled down and the door had obviously been egged. Fuck!
We had already lodged a complaint against persons unknown, and I called the police again and they sent out two officers who took some photos.
I knew they couldn’t do anything, so I decided to help myself. I wasn’t scared, I was angry. We didn’t do anything to the neighbours, we barely saw them, and the ones we had met so far had been very nice.
When my cell phone rang, I cleared my throat. It was Justin. I wouldn’t tell him anything about the newest attack, I would just fix it. “Hey.”
“Hey!” he said. He sounded totally euphoric. At least it was something. He had been really depressed about what had happened when we talked on Monday night. “You won’t believe what happened!”
It seemed to be good news. “Tell me.”
“You know I’m working as a computer animator, right?”
Mh… I raised an eyebrow; of course he couldn’t see that. “Yes, you’ve told me all about it.”
“And today Zack told me that he had talked to an old school friend who’s working for a cable TV station, and they were looking for something shocking, something new, something groundbreaking. Zack told him about Rage, and now that guy wants to turn Rage into a computer animated comic for TV. Isn’t that great?!”
I was still staring at the wall. Fuck them! Whoever did it, I would find them! Obviously I was distracted and inattentive to what Justin had told me.
“Okay, maybe you didn’t hear me. They…”
“No I heard it, it’s great,” I said and closed my eyes briefly.
“You don’t sound happy about it.”
“I’m just… I’m in a meeting right now,” I lied. “I’ll call you back, okay? It’s great news. Have you told Michael?”
“No, I wanted to call you first, but I hope he’s going to be more excited about it.”
“Tonight.”
He sighed. “Okay, call me.”
He was disappointed. He had some good news - probably even fantastic news - and he wanted to share it with me. Again, I hadn’t been as excited as he wanted me to be – as he deserved I should be. Fuck! Fuck the idiots who ruined my windows and my flowers and my mood!
I had to do something.
Justin's POV
I had an unwelcomed déjà vu when Brian didn’t even answer me when I told him that I had good news. It felt like the moment I had shown him my website. It seemed like he didn’t even care. It hurts. Fuck him!
I called Michael and yes, he was excited about it. So far it was just an offer, there weren’t any details talked out yet. I didn’t want to do that without Michael; actually I doubted that I was allowed to. I knew he would be excited about it, and so we fixed a date with Zack and his friend in New York for Wednesday. In the end I had no idea what Michael was more excited about, the Rage-stuff or coming to New York.
Later, I had dinner with Noelle (who graciously changed my bandage) and she was also very happy and excited about the news. Afterwards, I went to my room, took off my clothes, got in bed, and turned on my laptop including the webcam. Brian was already online and waiting for me. “What took you so long?” he asked.
Asshole, you owe me more, I thought and shook my head. “I was talking to someone who was happy about the good news I had. Sorry, I must’ve lost track of time, it felt so good to share my happiness.”
He rolled his eyes. “I told you, I was in a meeting. So… tell me about it.”
“I already did.” I looked at him and sighed. He had this don’t bitch at me, I’m listening look that makes me feel like a stubborn child. So I laid down and told him again what Zack had offered me.
“Sounds great,” he said.
“You’re still not excited.”
“I am.” He shook his head. “I mean it. It sounds great and I really hope it works out. Rage deserves to get a voice and a 3D-body, too. Not to mention a 3-D-dick.”
3-D… that was a great idea. I would use that. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Don’t say it’s nothing.”
“It was just a little stressful today, that’s all.”
“A new client?”
“So to speak.” He smiled at me, “I’m happy for you … and Michael.”
“Hopefully it’s going to work out better than the movie,” I sighed. Not one of my best memories. Hollywood – so many promises, so many failures. It was obvious that he was worrying about something. “Want to talk about the new client?”
“Not really.”
“You look tired.”
“Like I said, it was a little stressful today.”
“Is everything okay?” I hated it when he was like that. I knew something was wrong, but he didn’t want to talk about it.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “Really. How are you? How’s your foot?”
“Better. Well, I’m still a little… shocked, I guess.”
He nodded. “The new windows are going to be installed tomorrow.”
I tried to smile, I tried to relax. It was a weird feeling and it was an unfair feeling, too. It’s not that this couldn’t have happened at the loft, too. “Maybe we can buy some kind of alarm-system?”
“I’ve already ordered one.”
I bit my lower lip and looked at him. “Why am I not surprised?”
“You owe me a hand job, remember?”
He changed the subject. I laughed. “Subtle, much?!”
“It works.”
Remembering back to before the stones through the happened, I had his cock in my hand, his hand was all over my own cock. “It was hot.”
“Yeah it was.”
Brian's POV
A few minutes later I came all over my hand, and then watched Justin come, too. This webcam rule was absolutely hot.
“Wow,” Justin sighed breathlessly, his eyes still closed.
“Yeah, we’re getting better.”
“What do mean, we?” he said and looked at me incredulously. He loved teasing me with our first webcam experience, of course he did – I would, too.
“Remind me to spank you as soon as I get close enough to your hot little ass!”
He laughed. “Are you going out tonight?”
“I have a little work to do,” I answered. I was waiting for a call, but I wouldn’t tell him unless there was something to tell. I had no intention of frightening him even more. The windows, the door, and the wall (including the flowers) would be all done by the time Justin returned to Pittsburgh.
“Wish me luck for tomorrow,” he said.
“You don’t need luck, you have talent.”
He smiled at me. “I’ll call you after the meeting.”
“I’ll be here.”
“Bye.”
I cut the connection and laid back. I never expected his plan to work out so well, but it did. We were in a totally different (and better) place than before Christmas. I looked at the ring on my finger and I couldn’t help but smiling. This ring was like a magnet for guys. Whenever I’ve been out, and there’s a guy flirting with me, he’s checking out my hand. Maybe it makes them feel somehow special… I’m sure they expect me to be married and cheating on my husband when they blow me. Poor idiots.
I still had no idea where Justin and I would end up, nor did I know how long this would work. Who knows where we will be five years from now, but now I’m able to not care about it. Like he said… there was no reason to wait for it to end. So far we were together and happy and saw each other every weekend and that was all that mattered.
My cell phone rang at 1.30 AM. “Mr. Kinney, we got them.”
Justin's POV
Michael was totally euphoric about the Rage thing. That superhero was his baby. He was very proud of it, and he loved it. He also was sceptical because of what had happened with the movie. They had promised us a lot and in the end we had nothing.
Kurt Myers reminded me a lot of Brett Keller. He was a little older, but he also had a vision of what he wanted to do and he had big plans.
“Since there are 8 issues out so far, there are two possibilities”, he said. “We could do movies, one for every issue. With that we would be done after 8 and have to wait for the next. Or we could do a show, but then we would need more stuff – a lot more stuff. My boss would prefer to do a show, and that’s why I’m here today, to make you an offer. We want to buy Rage with everything that belongs to him.”
Michael and I looked at each other and then back to him.
“What does that mean?” Michael asked.
“That Rage wouldn’t belong to you anymore,” Kurt answered.
Okay, that was so not what I had expected, and also not what I had in mind. “But we created him,” I said. “He’s based on our ideas, on our lives.
Kurt nodded. “Your names would be showed on every show. As you said, you two created him; we’re only using him and all the other characters.”
“Using them to do what?” Michael wanted to know. He was obviously as confused as I was. I thought we would be a part of this Rage show and so did he; just as we were a part of it in Hollywood, but Myers wanted to buy us out.
“To create storylines,” Kurt said. “We would try to stay close to the original as much as possible. We would use the storyline you’re already developed, but like I said, so far there are only 8 issues. That’s not enough, and after one season we would be done. If the show was successful, there would be another season and more storylines would be required for that, too. So we would use your characters to create new storylines.”
“And we wouldn’t be allowed to have say any say in those new stories?” I asked. “Whatever you wanted to do, you could do it. You could Rage turn into a straight guy? You could kill Zephyr or J.T. and replace them… and we couldn’t do anything to prevent that?”
He shrugged. “Well, yes, but so far we have no intention to destroy what you have built. Otherwise we wouldn’t want to buy it from you. We could just create it ourselves.”
“Well, then that’s what you’re going to have to do,” Michael said.
So much for a great offer! If Zack would’ve told me this from the beginning I could’ve told him “No” back then. Michael wouldn’t have had to come all of this way then.
Kurt seemed to be surprised by Michael’s answer. Obviously he had expected us to be happy about the offer. “You… okay, I think you don’t really get my offer.”
“No, I think we do,” Michael interrupted him, “but I don’t think you understand what giving away Rage would mean for us.”
I felt sorry for Michael, he seemed almost desperate. I admit that I probably would have thought about the offer more, but I could understand that selling Rage wasn’t an option for Michael. He was the comic freak, he adored the characters we created and he wasn’t ready to let it go.
“You would always have an interest on the show,” Kurt said. “We could give you a percentage. If the show ended up becoming a success, that could be a lot of money for you.”
“Yeah, but…”
I put my hand on Michael’s arm and cleared my throat. “Look, Kurt… I’m sorry, if I had known what this meeting was all about, I could’ve told you that we wouldn’t agree to your offer. If you really want to work with Rage, there’s no way that you will do that without us. Nothing will happen to the characters we created without our permission. We also won’t give up our rights to the comics, the characters, or the storylines. We would be happy if you wanted to make a show out of Rage, but… you won’t do that without us.”
Michael looked at me, thankful, and then nodded to Kurt.
“Well,” Kurt sighed, “that’s no exactly what we had in mind.”
“I’m sorry for that,” I said. I was… I really was. I had no idea what they were willing to pay us to get the rights to Rage… I’m sure it was a lot. “But that’s all we can offer to you.”
He told us that he had to talk about this with his boss and that he would call us.
“Somehow I doubt that he will call us again,” Michael said sadly when we got into a cab.
“Yeah.”
“Would you have done it?”
I looked at him. “I would’ve loved to hear the offer. What do you think it would’ve been worth to them?”
At least I made him smile again, when he said: “As long as there aren’t six zeros behind the first number it’s not enough.”
His flight back to Pittsburgh was later that evening, so we had dinner together, and then we said our goodbyes.
Later, I got a call from my father, as he did now regularly every week. It was getting better, more comfortable, even though I was still unsure what to think about everything that had happened.
“Are you still happy with your new job?” he asked. He really tried to do the small talk – every time. I appreciated that. It was all on me that our calls were still weird. So I decided that I had to give him a chance – a telephone-chance.
“Yes,” I answered. “The job is really great. It’s way better than I expected. It’s fun, and I’ve learned a lot of things. What I’ll ever use this new knowledge for in the future, your guess is as good as mine.” That was probably the longest answer I had given to him since he started calling me.
“I’m sure you’ll be able to use it for other stuff,” he said, obviously happy that I was willing to talk. “How was your weekend? I mean, except for the event at the club. It was all very sad and touching.”
I clicked my tongue. “Yeah. Actually later that night someone threw stones through our windows with messages on them that said we don’t want you here faggots. I got hurt by the glass.”
“Did you call the police?” he asked.
“Of course we did, but they said they can’t do anything since we had no idea who it was. It was dark outside.”
“You don’t have any idea who it was? Maybe a neighbor? Someone who felt… provoked or something?”
Someone who felt provoked? What the fuck?! I closed my eyes briefly. “Of course… it must be our fault. The stupid fags deserve to be mistreated. I forgot.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Fuck you!”
“Justin!”
I hung up and threw my phone on the bed. Asshole!
He called back, but I sent the call straight to voicemail. After that I turned my cell off. I’m sure Brian might have tried to call me, but I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to hear anything more! Fucking idiots, homophobic assholes!
I was angry, I was pissed off, and I wanted to destroy something.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
I was so tired of it! They ruined my life! Chris Hobbs, my father, the bomber, and now those fucking idiots!
The last time I felt like that was when I met Cody.
TBC
Author:
soulmatejunkee Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 5.13; POV's
Word Count: 3.229
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
Beta:
mander3_swish - thank you so much!First of all: I'm so sorry for all the trouble I caused because I locked the comments to only friends. I had to do that, because there was a lot of spamming. It was never my intention to cut anyone out - especially not of this story.
As always: Every comment is welcome. I Love to read what you think. Thanks!
01. Listen to me
02. Trust me
03. Babylon Part 1 | Part 2
04. Find a way Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
05. ...remember what's missing?
06. The Party
07. Thanksgiving 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
08. 1 wedding, 4 rings... 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12
09. The first Webcam Sex Chat
10. The first call
11. Expectations - Happy Valentine | Revenge
12. March 18th 2006
13. Aftermath - 1 | 2 |
Justin's POV
I was totally lacking in concentration at work. I was still shocked and angry and… yes, I was also scared. I didn’t expect anyone to storm into the house to try to kill or attack us, but fuck, it was my house, it was my safe place and they ruined it. And there was nothing I could do.
It didn’t get better once I got back to New York either. Every time I heard an unfamiliar noise, I jumped. I hated that. The last time I felt this way was after I got bashed. Back then I was afraid to leave the house alone, to walk on the streets alone. It wasn’t that bad now, but I was a little scared again. I didn’t want to be. I never wanted anyone to have such a power over me.
The cut on my foot had healed very well. After two days I only needed a small bandage. But the memory was still there; not only about the stone and the glass, but also about the bomb.
Thank god I was almost done with the project I was working on; I wouldn’t be able to mess it up too much from my lack of concentration.
I liked my job, a lot. It was fun and it was creative and the people were really nice. Zack was a very cool guy, especially when he found out that Brian Kinney from Kinnetik in Pittsburgh was my boyfriend. Since last week I was working on a photo spread our client wanted to have created as an animation-video. It was a small one, but I was happy about my work. And so was Zack.
It’s great to have your own little project from the beginning until the end. It was way more fun than I expected it to be, and most of our clients were really nice. It was different than working at the diner or the coffee shop or even the gallery, and I had to admit that it was also more fun. The pay check was also way better and it made me feel better, more independent. Luckily, some things I learned at art school helped me out on the job, but I also learned a lot of new stuff.
Sometimes when I came home after work I started to draw. I hadn’t done that for months, apart from the drawings for Rage. It felt good, and I was hoping that the inspiration would come back soon. But then the last weekend happened and now I felt different again.
It was only Tuesday morning, but I was already waiting for Friday to see Brian again, to have him here again. At the moment, New York felt safer that Pittsburgh. How weird was that?
My website was still working out. I had sold three paintings since Christmas, small paintings, but I was happy and proud of it. So far the two new paintings Sidney had shown at his gallery hadn’t sold yet, but he said that there was a show coming up in a few weeks and that he was positive about my stuff selling then. With my lack of inspiration it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen that the paintings weren’t sold so far.
Zack asked to meet with my after lunch. I thought he would give me a new client, since I was almost done with my current project, but instead of that he had an amazing offer for me.
Brian's POV
I stood in front of the house and stared at the scarlet-red letters “FAGGOT” someone had scrawled all over it. The flower bed was trampled down and the door had obviously been egged. Fuck!
We had already lodged a complaint against persons unknown, and I called the police again and they sent out two officers who took some photos.
I knew they couldn’t do anything, so I decided to help myself. I wasn’t scared, I was angry. We didn’t do anything to the neighbours, we barely saw them, and the ones we had met so far had been very nice.
When my cell phone rang, I cleared my throat. It was Justin. I wouldn’t tell him anything about the newest attack, I would just fix it. “Hey.”
“Hey!” he said. He sounded totally euphoric. At least it was something. He had been really depressed about what had happened when we talked on Monday night. “You won’t believe what happened!”
It seemed to be good news. “Tell me.”
“You know I’m working as a computer animator, right?”
Mh… I raised an eyebrow; of course he couldn’t see that. “Yes, you’ve told me all about it.”
“And today Zack told me that he had talked to an old school friend who’s working for a cable TV station, and they were looking for something shocking, something new, something groundbreaking. Zack told him about Rage, and now that guy wants to turn Rage into a computer animated comic for TV. Isn’t that great?!”
I was still staring at the wall. Fuck them! Whoever did it, I would find them! Obviously I was distracted and inattentive to what Justin had told me.
“Okay, maybe you didn’t hear me. They…”
“No I heard it, it’s great,” I said and closed my eyes briefly.
“You don’t sound happy about it.”
“I’m just… I’m in a meeting right now,” I lied. “I’ll call you back, okay? It’s great news. Have you told Michael?”
“No, I wanted to call you first, but I hope he’s going to be more excited about it.”
“Tonight.”
He sighed. “Okay, call me.”
He was disappointed. He had some good news - probably even fantastic news - and he wanted to share it with me. Again, I hadn’t been as excited as he wanted me to be – as he deserved I should be. Fuck! Fuck the idiots who ruined my windows and my flowers and my mood!
I had to do something.
Justin's POV
I had an unwelcomed déjà vu when Brian didn’t even answer me when I told him that I had good news. It felt like the moment I had shown him my website. It seemed like he didn’t even care. It hurts. Fuck him!
I called Michael and yes, he was excited about it. So far it was just an offer, there weren’t any details talked out yet. I didn’t want to do that without Michael; actually I doubted that I was allowed to. I knew he would be excited about it, and so we fixed a date with Zack and his friend in New York for Wednesday. In the end I had no idea what Michael was more excited about, the Rage-stuff or coming to New York.
Later, I had dinner with Noelle (who graciously changed my bandage) and she was also very happy and excited about the news. Afterwards, I went to my room, took off my clothes, got in bed, and turned on my laptop including the webcam. Brian was already online and waiting for me. “What took you so long?” he asked.
Asshole, you owe me more, I thought and shook my head. “I was talking to someone who was happy about the good news I had. Sorry, I must’ve lost track of time, it felt so good to share my happiness.”
He rolled his eyes. “I told you, I was in a meeting. So… tell me about it.”
“I already did.” I looked at him and sighed. He had this don’t bitch at me, I’m listening look that makes me feel like a stubborn child. So I laid down and told him again what Zack had offered me.
“Sounds great,” he said.
“You’re still not excited.”
“I am.” He shook his head. “I mean it. It sounds great and I really hope it works out. Rage deserves to get a voice and a 3D-body, too. Not to mention a 3-D-dick.”
3-D… that was a great idea. I would use that. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Don’t say it’s nothing.”
“It was just a little stressful today, that’s all.”
“A new client?”
“So to speak.” He smiled at me, “I’m happy for you … and Michael.”
“Hopefully it’s going to work out better than the movie,” I sighed. Not one of my best memories. Hollywood – so many promises, so many failures. It was obvious that he was worrying about something. “Want to talk about the new client?”
“Not really.”
“You look tired.”
“Like I said, it was a little stressful today.”
“Is everything okay?” I hated it when he was like that. I knew something was wrong, but he didn’t want to talk about it.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “Really. How are you? How’s your foot?”
“Better. Well, I’m still a little… shocked, I guess.”
He nodded. “The new windows are going to be installed tomorrow.”
I tried to smile, I tried to relax. It was a weird feeling and it was an unfair feeling, too. It’s not that this couldn’t have happened at the loft, too. “Maybe we can buy some kind of alarm-system?”
“I’ve already ordered one.”
I bit my lower lip and looked at him. “Why am I not surprised?”
“You owe me a hand job, remember?”
He changed the subject. I laughed. “Subtle, much?!”
“It works.”
Remembering back to before the stones through the happened, I had his cock in my hand, his hand was all over my own cock. “It was hot.”
“Yeah it was.”
Brian's POV
A few minutes later I came all over my hand, and then watched Justin come, too. This webcam rule was absolutely hot.
“Wow,” Justin sighed breathlessly, his eyes still closed.
“Yeah, we’re getting better.”
“What do mean, we?” he said and looked at me incredulously. He loved teasing me with our first webcam experience, of course he did – I would, too.
“Remind me to spank you as soon as I get close enough to your hot little ass!”
He laughed. “Are you going out tonight?”
“I have a little work to do,” I answered. I was waiting for a call, but I wouldn’t tell him unless there was something to tell. I had no intention of frightening him even more. The windows, the door, and the wall (including the flowers) would be all done by the time Justin returned to Pittsburgh.
“Wish me luck for tomorrow,” he said.
“You don’t need luck, you have talent.”
He smiled at me. “I’ll call you after the meeting.”
“I’ll be here.”
“Bye.”
I cut the connection and laid back. I never expected his plan to work out so well, but it did. We were in a totally different (and better) place than before Christmas. I looked at the ring on my finger and I couldn’t help but smiling. This ring was like a magnet for guys. Whenever I’ve been out, and there’s a guy flirting with me, he’s checking out my hand. Maybe it makes them feel somehow special… I’m sure they expect me to be married and cheating on my husband when they blow me. Poor idiots.
I still had no idea where Justin and I would end up, nor did I know how long this would work. Who knows where we will be five years from now, but now I’m able to not care about it. Like he said… there was no reason to wait for it to end. So far we were together and happy and saw each other every weekend and that was all that mattered.
My cell phone rang at 1.30 AM. “Mr. Kinney, we got them.”
Justin's POV
Michael was totally euphoric about the Rage thing. That superhero was his baby. He was very proud of it, and he loved it. He also was sceptical because of what had happened with the movie. They had promised us a lot and in the end we had nothing.
Kurt Myers reminded me a lot of Brett Keller. He was a little older, but he also had a vision of what he wanted to do and he had big plans.
“Since there are 8 issues out so far, there are two possibilities”, he said. “We could do movies, one for every issue. With that we would be done after 8 and have to wait for the next. Or we could do a show, but then we would need more stuff – a lot more stuff. My boss would prefer to do a show, and that’s why I’m here today, to make you an offer. We want to buy Rage with everything that belongs to him.”
Michael and I looked at each other and then back to him.
“What does that mean?” Michael asked.
“That Rage wouldn’t belong to you anymore,” Kurt answered.
Okay, that was so not what I had expected, and also not what I had in mind. “But we created him,” I said. “He’s based on our ideas, on our lives.
Kurt nodded. “Your names would be showed on every show. As you said, you two created him; we’re only using him and all the other characters.”
“Using them to do what?” Michael wanted to know. He was obviously as confused as I was. I thought we would be a part of this Rage show and so did he; just as we were a part of it in Hollywood, but Myers wanted to buy us out.
“To create storylines,” Kurt said. “We would try to stay close to the original as much as possible. We would use the storyline you’re already developed, but like I said, so far there are only 8 issues. That’s not enough, and after one season we would be done. If the show was successful, there would be another season and more storylines would be required for that, too. So we would use your characters to create new storylines.”
“And we wouldn’t be allowed to have say any say in those new stories?” I asked. “Whatever you wanted to do, you could do it. You could Rage turn into a straight guy? You could kill Zephyr or J.T. and replace them… and we couldn’t do anything to prevent that?”
He shrugged. “Well, yes, but so far we have no intention to destroy what you have built. Otherwise we wouldn’t want to buy it from you. We could just create it ourselves.”
“Well, then that’s what you’re going to have to do,” Michael said.
So much for a great offer! If Zack would’ve told me this from the beginning I could’ve told him “No” back then. Michael wouldn’t have had to come all of this way then.
Kurt seemed to be surprised by Michael’s answer. Obviously he had expected us to be happy about the offer. “You… okay, I think you don’t really get my offer.”
“No, I think we do,” Michael interrupted him, “but I don’t think you understand what giving away Rage would mean for us.”
I felt sorry for Michael, he seemed almost desperate. I admit that I probably would have thought about the offer more, but I could understand that selling Rage wasn’t an option for Michael. He was the comic freak, he adored the characters we created and he wasn’t ready to let it go.
“You would always have an interest on the show,” Kurt said. “We could give you a percentage. If the show ended up becoming a success, that could be a lot of money for you.”
“Yeah, but…”
I put my hand on Michael’s arm and cleared my throat. “Look, Kurt… I’m sorry, if I had known what this meeting was all about, I could’ve told you that we wouldn’t agree to your offer. If you really want to work with Rage, there’s no way that you will do that without us. Nothing will happen to the characters we created without our permission. We also won’t give up our rights to the comics, the characters, or the storylines. We would be happy if you wanted to make a show out of Rage, but… you won’t do that without us.”
Michael looked at me, thankful, and then nodded to Kurt.
“Well,” Kurt sighed, “that’s no exactly what we had in mind.”
“I’m sorry for that,” I said. I was… I really was. I had no idea what they were willing to pay us to get the rights to Rage… I’m sure it was a lot. “But that’s all we can offer to you.”
He told us that he had to talk about this with his boss and that he would call us.
“Somehow I doubt that he will call us again,” Michael said sadly when we got into a cab.
“Yeah.”
“Would you have done it?”
I looked at him. “I would’ve loved to hear the offer. What do you think it would’ve been worth to them?”
At least I made him smile again, when he said: “As long as there aren’t six zeros behind the first number it’s not enough.”
His flight back to Pittsburgh was later that evening, so we had dinner together, and then we said our goodbyes.
Later, I got a call from my father, as he did now regularly every week. It was getting better, more comfortable, even though I was still unsure what to think about everything that had happened.
“Are you still happy with your new job?” he asked. He really tried to do the small talk – every time. I appreciated that. It was all on me that our calls were still weird. So I decided that I had to give him a chance – a telephone-chance.
“Yes,” I answered. “The job is really great. It’s way better than I expected. It’s fun, and I’ve learned a lot of things. What I’ll ever use this new knowledge for in the future, your guess is as good as mine.” That was probably the longest answer I had given to him since he started calling me.
“I’m sure you’ll be able to use it for other stuff,” he said, obviously happy that I was willing to talk. “How was your weekend? I mean, except for the event at the club. It was all very sad and touching.”
I clicked my tongue. “Yeah. Actually later that night someone threw stones through our windows with messages on them that said we don’t want you here faggots. I got hurt by the glass.”
“Did you call the police?” he asked.
“Of course we did, but they said they can’t do anything since we had no idea who it was. It was dark outside.”
“You don’t have any idea who it was? Maybe a neighbor? Someone who felt… provoked or something?”
Someone who felt provoked? What the fuck?! I closed my eyes briefly. “Of course… it must be our fault. The stupid fags deserve to be mistreated. I forgot.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Fuck you!”
“Justin!”
I hung up and threw my phone on the bed. Asshole!
He called back, but I sent the call straight to voicemail. After that I turned my cell off. I’m sure Brian might have tried to call me, but I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to hear anything more! Fucking idiots, homophobic assholes!
I was angry, I was pissed off, and I wanted to destroy something.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
I was so tired of it! They ruined my life! Chris Hobbs, my father, the bomber, and now those fucking idiots!
The last time I felt like that was when I met Cody.
TBC
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on 2011-03-25 08:49 pm (UTC)Dee Dee
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on 2011-03-26 10:17 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and for your comment Dee Dee (I like your name) :)
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on 2011-03-26 10:18 am (UTC)I'll take care of it ... or I let take Brian care of it.
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on 2011-03-25 10:12 pm (UTC)Oh I hope the boys can work something out to get Rage seen by a wider audience. oh hey, unless Justin starts his own animated web series, now that he's kinda of learning animation ....that could be fun! ;-) just throwing that out there...perhaps that's where you're headed already!
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on 2011-03-25 10:24 pm (UTC)the last lines in Justin's pov are so intense.
thanks for sharing
*hugs you tight*
V.
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on 2011-03-26 10:20 am (UTC)Glad you're still following my little series and that you like it.
*hugs you back*
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on 2011-03-25 10:41 pm (UTC)Susan
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on 2011-03-26 10:20 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2011-03-26 10:21 am (UTC)And yeah, Brian probably wouldn't agree with Michaels decision, but I think it's a huge step to give up Rage.
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on 2011-03-25 11:29 pm (UTC)I was feeling Brian concern about Justin's serenity and by the end of the script my feeling was as troubled as Justin was!
He is so much more scared... and he owns all rights to be, considered what he had passed through. Now I can't wait to see the faces of the guys Brian chased up! Let's see'em! Let's see'em!
And about Craig I really hope he has nothing to do with them... nut starting to know you a little bit I'm afraid what it'd come up. I was so happy father and son getting more closer... but now with Justin's fears reappearing: damned flying rocks!
As for Rag, in a subtle way I'm happy they didn't sell him: fuck the money! Oh no I hear him (Brian): "You're soooooo pathetic"!
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on 2011-03-26 10:35 am (UTC)Nooo... come on.
Yes, I don't think that a person is able to change completely without falling back into old habits from time to time (like his comment in the end), but I never saw Craig as someone who would attack his son with stones...
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on 2011-03-25 11:39 pm (UTC)i don't like brian keeping secrets from justin. he should have told him right off. right or wrong justin should be in on what's happening.
craig didn't sound changed in his views. wonder who it was and what brian's going to do about it.
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on 2011-03-26 10:24 am (UTC)Story's not finished yet, we'll see :)
About Craig: I think it's impossible to totally change so fast, so it's just normal for him to fall back into old habits from time to time, even though he doesn't want to.
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on 2011-03-25 11:46 pm (UTC)Tell me he is not going to do some stupid thing, come on, tell me!! I loooove this chapter, so many information, so many stuff on it, I love the way you write...yes, I'm not going to repeat it.
I'm intrigued about what Brian has in mind to get the assholes, I love when he is so brave and determinate about something, specially when it envolves his life, his house, or Justin, this new no relationship they have now.
Thanks.
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on 2011-03-26 10:27 am (UTC)And of course you're going to say that again, you soooo love me!
And see, you're not so angry with me now.
So I hug you *hugs you* and say, thank you :)
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on 2011-03-26 08:20 am (UTC)It's good to see Brian finally not worrying about them ... and only "seize the day" like it always should have been... they are so in love, what's to worry about? :)
I totally understand also why they turned down the work, I think I would have done the same. Maybe I would have listened to the offer first ;P
And Craig ... are we surprised?
Maybe Justin's rage will make him become a real "Rage" ... uhmmm no forget it LOL
Have a nice weekend!
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on 2011-03-26 10:29 am (UTC)I agree, it's time to get over to worry about their relationship.
About Craig, I don't think it's possible to totally change that fast without falling back into old habits. But of course this was the totally wrong choice of words for an already angry Justin :)
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on 2011-03-26 09:57 am (UTC)* hugs *
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on 2011-03-26 10:24 am (UTC)Glad you liked it.
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on 2011-03-26 11:17 am (UTC)Loved it all, good on Justin & Mikey to reject the deal, as IF they'd ever give up Rage!!
Brian needs to be honest with Justin, because when he's not Justin tends to jump to all kinds of thoughts & ideas, that are NOT correct:)
Thanks for this, Im so glad they caught the people trashing B&J house,,can't wait for the next one.
Hugs jx
PS did you turn your lights off for 1 hour for "Earth Watch" I loved sitting with the candles on,,
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on 2011-03-26 06:28 pm (UTC)Yes, Brian tries to save the safe place :)
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on 2011-03-26 02:57 pm (UTC)>
> I'm glad they caught the guys who have been vandalizing their house, I wonder who it was.
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> Can't wait for the next update. You are doing such an excellent job with this story!
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> Gina Marie
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on 2011-03-26 06:26 pm (UTC)Thanks a lot. I'm happy to read that you liked it.
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on 2011-03-26 06:13 pm (UTC)your story is beautiful, well-written and well structured, I was intrigued from the beginning, and I've found your story a plausible season six!
Your story has all the ingredients that make it believable and engaging.
great job!
I want to compliment the pleasure that I offer by reading them.
excuse for the English, I hope it is understandable.
I am afraid it is indecipherable, and that's why I do not leave comments, but your story and your work deserve a thank you.
Hello from the 'Italy.
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on 2011-03-26 06:33 pm (UTC)Who am I to call anyone on a bad English... no worries here!
I love every comment, so THANK YOU!
And I'm very happy to read that you enjoy the series.
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on 2011-03-27 07:47 pm (UTC)Homophobe Assholes suck!
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on 2011-03-27 07:33 pm (UTC)But now to the chap!
Brian: I understand he is worried and tries to protect esp Justin and yes, he handles things typical Brianesque but I could have punched him a bit: it has been better to be honest and tell Justin about the new attack than to be so distracted and dissapoint him with his reaction. But besides this I really have the feeling BJ are on a good way. Better than before, that's for sure.
The Rage thing and Justin and Michael's reaction to the offer I liked so much.
Craig: he is an ass. But the way you tell it I can see it for real: Craig tries but it wouldn't be realistic if he would be like a mutant, born over night, holding up the rainbow flag. His motivation is to have a second chance with his son but his own opinion to homosexuals, well, I guess if you are such a homophobic like he is you just are, and it will need a long time to really change your mind. Besides that he is like walking on eggshells in his talks with Justin so the words he uses can easily go the wrong way. It's no excuse, just my explanation, and I want to say that I liked this part of the chap too.
And I am still happy that your muse is here!!!
Big hugs, Pet
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on 2011-03-27 07:52 pm (UTC)It's a shame that LJ sucks so much for you lately.
I already missed your comment :)
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on 2011-03-28 07:37 am (UTC)Honestly I can't imagine seeing Craig walking at the pride *LOL*
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on 2011-03-28 12:51 pm (UTC)The offer is really attractive, but it's very hard to let their dream go away. Maybe they can find a way to meet each others halfway...
So, Brian has already found the criminals? Wow, that was fast, but with Mr. Kinney it was not a surprise.
Poor Justin... I can see why he's so frustrated.
And I don't like that he's feeling like the time he joined Pink Posse. (I hated that part
Thank for the update. As always, you're amazing ♥
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on 2011-03-29 12:24 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-04-02 11:41 pm (UTC)I love your new layout by the way :)
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on 2011-04-06 04:02 pm (UTC)After his father tried calling back, I wish he would have turned his phone back on, as he probably missed a very important message from Brian, which is only going to get Brian upset.
I'm hoping that Justin will think about what Michael said he thought the comic was worth, and at least talk to Kurt again.
I'm anxiously waiting for the next chapter.
XOXO... Cat
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on 2011-04-06 05:24 pm (UTC)Happy to read that you like it.