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Ficlet by qaffangyrl: Strange - How it Happens
Title: Strange - How it Happens
Author: qaffangyrl
Summary: How Justin finally remembered the best night of his life.
Warnings: None
I guess if anyone deserves the credit, it'd have to be the street musicians who play on the corner of Bleeker and West 3rd Street over in Greenwich Village.
Years ago, when I first got out of the hospital, Daphne and Brian did their best to help. They rolled up the carpet, set the mood, danced with me...
The only memories that ever came back, were the ones from the parking garage - the ones Brian still tries to forget.
As I waited for my bus, I listened to the trio croon out one old Motown hit afer another. They all seemed to blend into the sounds of the ordinary New York afternoon.
But, when I heard those first three lyrics, "You can dance..." I immediately recognized the song.
For the first time, though, it wasn't Daphne's tape I was thinking of; it wasn't Brian's pained expression. It was me, helping Brian out of his jacket and tossing it over to Daphne. I could feel my feet leaving the floor as Brian twirled me around and then - I can hardly believe it - he set me down again and dipped me.
It wasn't like Brian said, though. It wasn't Ridiculously Romantic.
It was perfect. It was the best night of my life. And finally, over five years later, it's not lost in some dark hole in my memories.
I flipped open my phone, pressed the speed dial and said, "I remember."
In a nonchalant tone that was not-at-alll convincing Brian replied, "I knew it was only a matter of time."
The End.
Author: qaffangyrl
Summary: How Justin finally remembered the best night of his life.
Warnings: None
I guess if anyone deserves the credit, it'd have to be the street musicians who play on the corner of Bleeker and West 3rd Street over in Greenwich Village.
Years ago, when I first got out of the hospital, Daphne and Brian did their best to help. They rolled up the carpet, set the mood, danced with me...
The only memories that ever came back, were the ones from the parking garage - the ones Brian still tries to forget.
As I waited for my bus, I listened to the trio croon out one old Motown hit afer another. They all seemed to blend into the sounds of the ordinary New York afternoon.
But, when I heard those first three lyrics, "You can dance..." I immediately recognized the song.
For the first time, though, it wasn't Daphne's tape I was thinking of; it wasn't Brian's pained expression. It was me, helping Brian out of his jacket and tossing it over to Daphne. I could feel my feet leaving the floor as Brian twirled me around and then - I can hardly believe it - he set me down again and dipped me.
It wasn't like Brian said, though. It wasn't Ridiculously Romantic.
It was perfect. It was the best night of my life. And finally, over five years later, it's not lost in some dark hole in my memories.
I flipped open my phone, pressed the speed dial and said, "I remember."
In a nonchalant tone that was not-at-alll convincing Brian replied, "I knew it was only a matter of time."
The End.