Hit The Road Jack AU Series Part 1/6

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Author:
guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:AU
Beta: Judy
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Summary: Six months after Jack Kinney's funeral a deep and poignant family secret is revealed.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story.
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Chapter 1



"What is this place again?" Justin asks, as he follows Brian into a bleak bare area, that looks like an abandoned parking garage.

"Fuck if I know, but Clair just wouldn't stop nagging me to get here," Brian huffs absently, checking his iPhone, while trying not to trip on the broken asphalt in the dark.

Justin didn't have a clue what was going on but he sensed that Brian was getting even more anxious, so he kept walking beside him in silence. They kept walking for what seemed to be another twenty minutes in total darkness, with nothing but the flash light in Brian's phone to guide them.

"Thank you for doing this for me." Brian said softly as he acknowledged Justin’s presence.

Justin walked closer to Brian, snaking his hand inside Brian's. Although they were both wearing their heavy winter coats, gloves and scarves, Justin couldn't help but notice Brian was literally shaking when he held him.

"I think this is it," Brian said.

"Where the hell are we?" Justin muttered.

"My guess is Altoona," Brian huffed dryly.

"You're joking, right?" Justin replied, partly annoyed but at the same time trying to cut the tension.

Justin picked up right away on Brian's reference. He was reminded of that one time he and Brian had travelled all the way there to find a decent place to fuck, since all the back rooms were closing down. All they were able to find, was a large trailer that wasn't even half as accommodating as the back room at Babylon. The only good thing about it, was that they decided to go back to the loft, and fuck in the privacy and climate controlled comfort of Brian's bed.

"Fuck!" Brian's angry voice brought Justin back to the moment.

"What is it, Brian?" He asked, peering over his partner's shoulder.

"That seems to be a storage unit," Brian answered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he clicked on his phone, and waited to be answered.

"What took you so long?" He barked into the receiver.

He listened to the person on the other end of the line for a couple more minutes, then closed his phone.

"Clair is on her way here," he informed Justin.

"Don't worry, I'm here for you," Justin said softly, wrapping his arms around Brian's waist.

_ _ _ _

"Do you think it's a fucking escape room adventure?" Brian huffed bitterly as Clair, his sister approached from behind them. Despite the darkness, Justin could clearly detect traces of anger across Brian's beautiful face.

"I'm not in the mood for jokes, Brian," Clair answered impatiently.

Brian clenched his teeth and raised an eyebrow, before he dared to look at his sister. “This is NOT a joke. Why'd you tell me to drive all the way here?" He lashed out.
"I think you know why," Clair sneered.

"Listen to me, Clair, are you listening?" Brian turned to Clair, his voice ragged with anger and hurt. "I know you think you were the only one who took care of him, while he was going through all his shitty drunken bullshit. I know you think I was nothing but a fucking asshole, who didn't care about him or her or any of you. I know you all thought I was nothing but a cold-hearted jerk, who ran away from all of you the moment he had a chance to do it. And you know what? I don't give a fuck what any of you, especially him thought about me but it's over. I've moved on from that. The fucking bastard ruined my childhood, and she… she told me I'm going to hell…" Brian's words trailed off, as he turned away from Clair to seek comfort in Justin's warm embrace.

Clair kept standing there, stony faced, her arms crossed over her chest.

"What's HE doing here?" she muttered sharply, pointing at Justin.

Brian's eyes turned deep amber as he folded his lips inward.

"He's got a name in case you didn't know. Justin, this is Clair. Clair, this is Justin, my partner," Brian introduced them briefly.

"I know who he is," Clair said in a flat voice.

"Well then, why'd you ask?" Brian snapped again.

"I've had a long day so cut the small talk, Brian.  Do you want to know why I brought you here or not?" Clair then turned to Brian again. She put her hand in her coat's pocket. She pulled out  a packet of cigarettes, a lighter and a crumpled envelope.

"Here, take a look at that," she said in a sharp voice.

She handed Brian the envelope. Then she put one cigarette in her mouth and lit it, taking a long drag of smoke and puffing it out.

"Bruckner and Marcus Attorney at Law?"  Brian seemed puzzled as he read the letterhead on the envelope. "What the fuck's this?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Brian. I bet you know damn well what it means," Clair snapped.

"The old bastard wrote a will? What a joke!" Brian let out a dry huff. "Fuck, he  didn't have a penny to his name, If anything, he kept coming to me, asking me for money each time he needed to cover his ass for  his gambling debts and drinking problems." Brian stopped for a breather. "But I bet he never told you or mommy dearest about it, did he?"

Clair didn't answer. She kept standing in silence, trying to get a few last drags out of her cigarette.

"Okay, I've had enough of this. I don't want anything from him, and I definitely don't want to open that fucking storage unit to go over his crap. The only thing I ever took from him was a lousy bowling shirt, and his fucking bowling ball, which, for your information, I threw into a ditch the night he died. If you want I can send you the shirt as well. Hit the road, Jack, you fucking bastard!" he hissed. "Come on, Justin, let's get the hell out of here and not a moment too soon." He turned to speak to Justin who stood by the storage unit, curled in his coat.

"Wait," Clair said. She threw the cigarette butt on the asphalt, and smashed it with the front of her boot, then turned to face Brian.

"I think I've heard enough!" came the sudden response from Brian.

"I don't give a damn about all this crap… hell, I don't give a shit about them any more than you do, Brian, but I thought I should bring you here to give you that letter. I think you better open the envelope and read it. Now," Clair said in a disjointed annoyed voice.

TBC…