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Title: There is always the new year
Author: sannea & kari77
Disclaimer: QaF belongs to Russell T. Davies and QaF US to CowLip. We're just doodling.
Rating: PG
Summary: How does Brian spend his first Christmas after Justin left for NY? And where is Justin?
A/N: The ever so lovely sannea wrote a beautiful vignette about the Liberty Avenue family at Christmas and Brian in the very middle of it. My muse couldn't help but get inspired by her wonderful words and so I took it from there and added the part with Justin.
I said I would really like to share it, and since she's so terribly busy, but was kind enough to say she wouldn't mind me posting the two ficlets together, here we go. Thanks, love! :-)
Hope, you'll all enjoy it, even though Christmas is now almost nothing more than a faint memory. ;-)
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ There is always the new year ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
”Its Christmas, you should call him,” Linz’ fingers run through a curled-up sleeping Gus’ hair as she gives me the patented earth mother look from the couch and then looks away with something suspiciously like a pang of conscience.
“Justin can call him, if he wants!” Mikey bursts out belligerently from habit and then remembers that some things did change and one of them was him and, even worse, another one was me.
Mel shifts JR on her hip and rolls her eyes at a complacent and wisely silent Ben. A chuckling Carl on the other hand hasn’t learnt yet and receives a cuff on the head from Debbie, too busy cooling newly baked cookies to otherwise interfere.
Meanwhile the most flamboyant person in the room somehow managed to sneak up on me while I was occupied. I’m rewarded with 165 pounds worth of cerise clad and surprisingly supple muscle in my lap and flailing arms proclaiming that everyone should shut up and taste the eggnog, it’s fabulous. Just as intended, I pretend not to notice the discreet sympathetic squeeze my shoulder receives as he extricates himself.
At the other end of the couch the annoyingly cute twinkie smiles sagely into the lapel of Ted’s glaringly bright blue shirt and says quietly: “After all, its just a question of timing,” as if he doesn’t get what the fuss is about but doesn’t want to offend anyone by saying it out loud.
I try to tell myself happiness only makes Ted look even more ridiculous, but who am I kidding?
He blithely turns warm brown eyes on me with enough cautious twinkles in them to keep him right on the edge of the danger zone.
Then again, he’s safe, since these days I can’t be bothered to even go through the motions of firing him.
Hell, how grown up we’ve all become! All but one who still needs to spread his wings, even if it kills him…or me. Then again, as the little redhead draped across the best account a man could ever have says, its just timing and there’s always the new year.
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Countless times already had Justin been standing in front of this door. Frightened and excited his first time. Later often frustrated. Thrown out or gone at his own will more than once. But mainly the loft beyond the grey metal held memories of love and hope and the only place he felt like calling home during the last five years. That's why he was here at this Christmas day, late at night, a duffle bag full of the essentials of life over his shoulder, like so many times before.
He hesitated slightly before knocking. Once. Twice. His heart pounding so hard in his ears, he feared he wouldn't hear the approaching feet behind the door. He knew he could always punch in the code to let himself in. But Brian's face lightening up when he slid the door open to reveal him was the image that had Justin kept going during the odyssey that lay behind him.
Only, unlike in his imagination, there was no response this time. The disappointment seeped into his heart like the wet snow had been soaking his coat and shoes, making him even more aware of how cold he felt.
Where the hell was he? Was he alright? Fuck, he knew he should have called beforehand! To save them both a lot of trouble, and probably hurt feelings.
While Justin still pondered whether he should keep waiting for Brian's return or go to his mom's instead, the old-fashioned elevator in the hall started squeaking and a few moments later it came to a rattling stop. His stomach, and quite a few other organs, took this noise as cue to start a somersault competition. For a split second Justin considered the possibility of Brian having company. And what a fool he would look, covered in snow, waiting in the hallway in front of a door that basically wasn't locked for him.
Brian stepped out of the elevator and pushed the door close. And stopped short when his eyes fell on his secret visitor. Slowly Brian turned toward him, frowning taking in the scene. Silently Justin watched the whole analyzing process showing on his face.
Eventually Brian stated calmly: "You are here."
Justin made the few steps to close the distance between them. Smiling he reached out and swept away the snowflakes resting on the sleeves of Brian's coat, gently running his gloved hands up and down his arms. "Yes, I'm here."
Later he would tell Brian about how he had wanted to surprise him but missed his flight because his cab got stuck in the Christmas traffic. That the next opportunity he had grabbed a flight to Pittsburgh via Cleveland. Where the departure was delayed after a blizzard had hit the city. And to make things worse there had been a passenger missing who had checked himself in but hadn't boarded and so his luggage had to be removed from the plane. And how much Justin had wanted to inflict serious damage to that person's health.
But for now the feeling of Brian's fingers combing the snow from his hair was far more important. As was standing on tiptoes, throwing the arms around Brian's neck and kissing the lips pressed tightly together into a full-fledged smile. They both burried their faces into the other one's neck, holding on to inhale the cold and yet familiar sent. And for Justin it felt like breathing for real for the first time in weeks.
Author: sannea & kari77
Disclaimer: QaF belongs to Russell T. Davies and QaF US to CowLip. We're just doodling.
Rating: PG
Summary: How does Brian spend his first Christmas after Justin left for NY? And where is Justin?
A/N: The ever so lovely sannea wrote a beautiful vignette about the Liberty Avenue family at Christmas and Brian in the very middle of it. My muse couldn't help but get inspired by her wonderful words and so I took it from there and added the part with Justin.
I said I would really like to share it, and since she's so terribly busy, but was kind enough to say she wouldn't mind me posting the two ficlets together, here we go. Thanks, love! :-)
Hope, you'll all enjoy it, even though Christmas is now almost nothing more than a faint memory. ;-)
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ There is always the new year ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
”Its Christmas, you should call him,” Linz’ fingers run through a curled-up sleeping Gus’ hair as she gives me the patented earth mother look from the couch and then looks away with something suspiciously like a pang of conscience.
“Justin can call him, if he wants!” Mikey bursts out belligerently from habit and then remembers that some things did change and one of them was him and, even worse, another one was me.
Mel shifts JR on her hip and rolls her eyes at a complacent and wisely silent Ben. A chuckling Carl on the other hand hasn’t learnt yet and receives a cuff on the head from Debbie, too busy cooling newly baked cookies to otherwise interfere.
Meanwhile the most flamboyant person in the room somehow managed to sneak up on me while I was occupied. I’m rewarded with 165 pounds worth of cerise clad and surprisingly supple muscle in my lap and flailing arms proclaiming that everyone should shut up and taste the eggnog, it’s fabulous. Just as intended, I pretend not to notice the discreet sympathetic squeeze my shoulder receives as he extricates himself.
At the other end of the couch the annoyingly cute twinkie smiles sagely into the lapel of Ted’s glaringly bright blue shirt and says quietly: “After all, its just a question of timing,” as if he doesn’t get what the fuss is about but doesn’t want to offend anyone by saying it out loud.
I try to tell myself happiness only makes Ted look even more ridiculous, but who am I kidding?
He blithely turns warm brown eyes on me with enough cautious twinkles in them to keep him right on the edge of the danger zone.
Then again, he’s safe, since these days I can’t be bothered to even go through the motions of firing him.
Hell, how grown up we’ve all become! All but one who still needs to spread his wings, even if it kills him…or me. Then again, as the little redhead draped across the best account a man could ever have says, its just timing and there’s always the new year.
**************
Countless times already had Justin been standing in front of this door. Frightened and excited his first time. Later often frustrated. Thrown out or gone at his own will more than once. But mainly the loft beyond the grey metal held memories of love and hope and the only place he felt like calling home during the last five years. That's why he was here at this Christmas day, late at night, a duffle bag full of the essentials of life over his shoulder, like so many times before.
He hesitated slightly before knocking. Once. Twice. His heart pounding so hard in his ears, he feared he wouldn't hear the approaching feet behind the door. He knew he could always punch in the code to let himself in. But Brian's face lightening up when he slid the door open to reveal him was the image that had Justin kept going during the odyssey that lay behind him.
Only, unlike in his imagination, there was no response this time. The disappointment seeped into his heart like the wet snow had been soaking his coat and shoes, making him even more aware of how cold he felt.
Where the hell was he? Was he alright? Fuck, he knew he should have called beforehand! To save them both a lot of trouble, and probably hurt feelings.
While Justin still pondered whether he should keep waiting for Brian's return or go to his mom's instead, the old-fashioned elevator in the hall started squeaking and a few moments later it came to a rattling stop. His stomach, and quite a few other organs, took this noise as cue to start a somersault competition. For a split second Justin considered the possibility of Brian having company. And what a fool he would look, covered in snow, waiting in the hallway in front of a door that basically wasn't locked for him.
Brian stepped out of the elevator and pushed the door close. And stopped short when his eyes fell on his secret visitor. Slowly Brian turned toward him, frowning taking in the scene. Silently Justin watched the whole analyzing process showing on his face.
Eventually Brian stated calmly: "You are here."
Justin made the few steps to close the distance between them. Smiling he reached out and swept away the snowflakes resting on the sleeves of Brian's coat, gently running his gloved hands up and down his arms. "Yes, I'm here."
Later he would tell Brian about how he had wanted to surprise him but missed his flight because his cab got stuck in the Christmas traffic. That the next opportunity he had grabbed a flight to Pittsburgh via Cleveland. Where the departure was delayed after a blizzard had hit the city. And to make things worse there had been a passenger missing who had checked himself in but hadn't boarded and so his luggage had to be removed from the plane. And how much Justin had wanted to inflict serious damage to that person's health.
But for now the feeling of Brian's fingers combing the snow from his hair was far more important. As was standing on tiptoes, throwing the arms around Brian's neck and kissing the lips pressed tightly together into a full-fledged smile. They both burried their faces into the other one's neck, holding on to inhale the cold and yet familiar sent. And for Justin it felt like breathing for real for the first time in weeks.