"NO BOUNDARIES" 4/?
TITLE: "NO BOUNDARIES"
AUTHOR: doppelgangerqaf
BETAED BY: girloftheburbs, second reading positive_pat; buzziecat.
BANNER BY: ohfreckle
TIMELINE: Year: 2074; 60 years Post-Chapter One's timeline.
WORD COUNT: 2005 words.
WARNING: Be advised that this is a REINCARNATION fic; B/J will have a happy ending of course. PG eventually R to NC-17.
DISCLAIMER: Brian/Justin and QAF are not my property. They are creations of COWLIP and ShowTime.
SYNOPSIS: Brian and Justin traveled into the stormy night never knowing the road ahead of them. A tragic accident took their lives. A promise was made before their last breath were taken. Over 60 years had passed, will the soul mates find each other? And if they did, would they remember the promise that was made that night of tragedy. Their destiny is about to prove that their love has no boundaries...
A/N: And you thought I've forgotten about it (again!)... Fortunately, not...
Since it had been revised since the last time it was betaed, ALL MISTAKES ARE MINE!
Love is appreciated! THANK YOU FOR THE PATIENCE!
NO BOUNDARIES Part One
NO BOUNDARIES Part Two
NO BOUNDARIES Part Three
"NO BOUNDARIES
By Doppelganger
“Know, therefore, that from the greater silence I shall return… Forget not that I shall come back to you… A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me."
-Kahlil Gibran-
4. Hazel eyes.
Pittsburgh International Airport, PA. Justin picked up his messenger bag and wore it across his chest. He looked outside the window of the private plane that picked him up from New York City. They already landed at the Pittsburgh International Airport, but still, he couldn't believe how his morning went. He was aware that the Foundation usually arranges the transportation for cases like his, but he did not expect his 'client' would take over and fly him privately. This of course again confused him and made him unsure of his perception of the man. He couldn't decide whether his client has changed his mind and finally warming up to the idea of him coming and staying for a portrait or whether the aloof Brian Kinney just does things he does because he can and the man was a fine host. He didn't even want to know how rich Kinney was. All he knew was that if the man chose not to work, he still would live luxuriously.
The flight attendant approached him and informed him that they were to embark. He smiled and suddenly felt nervous. He couldn't explain, but the thought of Kinney waiting for him at the airport made his heart jump. What an absurd feeling to have! He thought to himself. After all, he'd never really met Kinney before. Maybe that was it; knowing that this would be the first time he was meeting the famous Brian Kinney face to face made him anxious. Nervous.
Excited…
Excited?
He tried to compose himself. He reached in his jean pocket looking for something to occupy his sweating palms and found his cell phone and turned it on. It instantly rang to his surprise. He checked-- it was Keith.
“Hello, Keith? I can’t hear you,” he covered his right ear in hope to hear Keith better but it was to no avail.
“Keith, I’m gonna have to call you back when I get off the plane or when I get to… yeah,” Justin could hear Keith say something about his flight.
Then Keith said ‘okay’ and ‘I love you.’
“Me too, Keith, okay I'll call you later.” Justin then got up and headed to the exit.
"Pleasure having you on our flight, Mr. Taylor. Enjoy your stay at the manor," the lovely flight attendant said to him.
"Thank you very much," he replied with a smile as he stepped out and down the plane.
He looked up to the blue skies as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder then proceeded, unsure where to go when a long limousine parked not far from the tiny craft that brought him to Pittsburgh caught his attention. Somehow he knew that the vehicle was waiting for him. He walked towards the older man that stood next to the car.
“Mr. Taylor,” the old man gave him a nod.
“Yes, that would me be...” He answered although he knew that the older man wasn't asking but confirming. He reached out his hand which the older man took and shook.
“Welcome to Pittsburgh, Sir. I am Mr. Baker, Mr. Kinney's driver."
He slightly winced as the old man called him ’Sir‘, but instead he smiled, "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Baker," then cast the vehicle a look wondering where his client was.
"Likewise, Mr. Taylor," the man said then slightly turned his head towards the car, probably noticing him looking at it, "Your ride awaits you, Sir. Compliments of Mr. Kinney,” then opened the door of the limousine with his wrinkled hand.
A short ‘Ah’ escaped his mouth.
“And Mr. Kinney?” He said, disbelief still in his voice although he shouldn't really be surprised. Brian Kinney knew how to take care of his guest, that is for sure, he thought.
“Mr. Kinney is at the manor waiting for your arrival.” The older man answered.
‘He’s home on a Monday?’ He frowned.
“Shall I take your bag, Sir,” the old man pointed to his messenger bag.
"Oh no. I'm alright," he smiled, "I just need to get my luggage,” he said although something told him that his stuff were already in the car. He had brought a couple of luggage with a month's worth of clothes.
“No worry, Sir. It’s all taken care of.” The old man assured him.
“Oh, okay. Thank you,” he nodded.
"Shall we go then?" The older man held the car door open a little wider.
"Sure, of course," he said and climbed inside the roomy vehicle.
"Please enjoy the ride, Sir.” The old man said before closing the door for him.
He sat back and placed his messenger bag next to him. He scooted over closer to the window and as he peeked outside, he was surprised to learn that his anticipation to this new experience was bigger than he thought. As soon as the car pulled out of the airport and into the high-way, cross the bridge and onto the road he knew so well, he felt his chest swelled up... He took a deep breath as if he could smell the fresh air outside the car and let his eyes take everything in.
The ride from the airport to Liberty Avenue was quick; about thirty minutes. The traffic wasn't bad though it was a Monday. Liberty Avenue looked the same as he remembered. Nothing much changed which he found comforting. He got used of the fast life in New York City that at this moment, he welcomed the sight of home...
He then sat back and relaxed. Automatically, his eyes closed. He'd never felt so comfortable... He was suddenly aware of the things he'd like to do while he was in Pittsburgh like visiting his parents and Molly, of course. His family. He missed them a lot. He'd wished he could've gone home a lot but he guessed he was too busy with his career. And Keith. They never even met Keith! Thinking about Keith, his eyes opened and decided to call his boyfriend right there and then. When he peeked outside the window as he fumbled for his cell phone, he realized they weren't in the city anymore...
On the both sides of the limousine were vast trees and wide open fields. His mind was immediately sent to a place where he was most at peace... Where everything was created.
His eyes feasted on fields that seemed endless, with horses, old barns and shacks. He wondered how this piece of the past managed to remained untouched by technology and the new world. Autumn was in the air-- everything was golden; everything was like the horizon meeting the sun setting for the day.
He rolled down the window, a cool breeze hit his face and played with his hair. You never get fresh air like this in the city. In the beginning he thought that the quietness of the surrounding would bother him since he was very used to the noisy streets of New York City. Instead, it did the opposite to him. The calm and quiet atmosphere calmed him down. For the first time since the nightmares, he felt serenity. He felt really good inside.
His sight was more than pleased that it awoke his whole being. And it spoke to him - create.
Create.
So, instead of taking out his cell phone, his hands found his sketch pad and pencils from his messenger bag. Then, he started to sketch. His hand moved gracefully. Like a ballet dancer moving to Tchaikovsky.
It was great; he felt great.
He was brilliant…
By the time he was done, his fingertips were all dark from smudging the charcoal on the paper to achieve the right shadow and darkness he wanted on the sketch of open field and old manors.
They were pulling into a long driveway as he finished to write the words that summarized his sketch; it read ‘Home’. That was exactly what he felt.
He looked up when the limousine door opened.
“We are at the manor, Sir,” Mr. Baker announced. Justin quickly stuffed his pencils, pad and charcoal inside his bag and once again wore it across his chest. His fingertips were absentmindedly wiped on his jeans, leaving dark smudges on them. He winced when he realized what he did. He looked up and found an amused look on the old man's face.
“Thank you, Mr. Baker," he said as he climbed out of the car, ignoring the fact that he might have entertained his client‘s driver. "And please, just call me Justin."
“My pleasure. And as you wish, Si--,” the old man appeared to have difficulty saying his name, then smiled, "As you wish, Justin."
He widely smiled.
"Mr. Kinney is on his way to meet you at the doorstep," the old man said and then drove off to the back of the manor.
He started to walk to the manor.
He had been to a lot of mansions, manors, lofts and vacation houses in and out of the country throughout his career. And the manor that was before him looked like any other manors he'd seen. It looked like any other manors in the area, as a matter of fact. Probably has 4 bedrooms, 2.5 baths, with a pool in the back and a garage. He liked how the garden and driveway were kept clean; there were growing plants and trees everywhere. The person who lives in it obviously took pride of it. Although, the manor wasn't exactly what he expected from a millionaire business-man like Andrew Brian Kinney. He expected a more extravagant residence. Bigger, modern and more expensive.
But this, he thought to himself as he scanned the manor once again, this spoke more about his client.
A manor away from the city. Away from the crowd, from the noise and fast life. A manor surrounded with suburban and country life-- fields with horses, old barns and old shacks-- he must be an old soul at heart.
Old fashioned?
For a moment, he didn't want to believe his own assessment. How about those stories he'd heard of Kinney being the playboy that he is? Flying off to different countries to party... To conquer... Breaking hearts of both women and men. But they were all hearsay, were they not? He personally never met Kinney so, his speculations, theories, the gossips he'd heard and his assessments-- they couldn't be proven.
Not until today...
Confused with the excitement that crept from within, he almost forgot where he was and what his purpose was. He tried to compose himself when he saw a man coming out of the manor. The man who wore a dark suit and looked very professional and strict noticed him right away and walked towards him. Justin was confused but the wide smile on the man’s face was very welcoming that it put him at ease. The man immediately offered his hand to be shaken. Justin took it.
“Mr. Taylor, it is so great to finally meet you.” The man shook his right hand with both of his hands, the wide smile not leaving the man’s face.
Justin's confusion deepened; he heard Brian Kinney was this god-like creature who could melt anything in sight, and yet--he was balding.
‘At least he doesn’t look grouchy,’ he told himself.
“No, Mr. Kinney it is my pleasure to be meeting you at last--” he started to say but the man interrupted him.
“Mr. Kinney?” There was also confusion in the man’s voice, the smile on the man’s face vanished for a second then reappeared. “You thought I was--oh, no, no! Goodness, no! I’m not Bri-”
“And who‘s looking for me?” The man in front of Justin-- whoever it was-- wasn’t able to finish what he was saying for a more powerful, confident ‘and sensual?’ -- Justin wanted to kick himself for thinking this-- voice spoke.
Justin looked up and saw a tall and lean figure standing by the doorway. Justin saw a stern face covered in dark hair; prominent nose stood out. And most of all, a pair of piercing hazel eyes.
TBC
AUTHOR: doppelgangerqaf
BETAED BY: girloftheburbs, second reading positive_pat; buzziecat.
BANNER BY: ohfreckle
TIMELINE: Year: 2074; 60 years Post-Chapter One's timeline.
WORD COUNT: 2005 words.
WARNING: Be advised that this is a REINCARNATION fic; B/J will have a happy ending of course. PG eventually R to NC-17.
DISCLAIMER: Brian/Justin and QAF are not my property. They are creations of COWLIP and ShowTime.
SYNOPSIS: Brian and Justin traveled into the stormy night never knowing the road ahead of them. A tragic accident took their lives. A promise was made before their last breath were taken. Over 60 years had passed, will the soul mates find each other? And if they did, would they remember the promise that was made that night of tragedy. Their destiny is about to prove that their love has no boundaries...
A/N: And you thought I've forgotten about it (again!)... Fortunately, not...
Since it had been revised since the last time it was betaed, ALL MISTAKES ARE MINE!
Love is appreciated! THANK YOU FOR THE PATIENCE!
NO BOUNDARIES Part One
NO BOUNDARIES Part Two
NO BOUNDARIES Part Three
"NO BOUNDARIES
By Doppelganger
“Know, therefore, that from the greater silence I shall return… Forget not that I shall come back to you… A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me."
-Kahlil Gibran-
4. Hazel eyes.
Pittsburgh International Airport, PA. Justin picked up his messenger bag and wore it across his chest. He looked outside the window of the private plane that picked him up from New York City. They already landed at the Pittsburgh International Airport, but still, he couldn't believe how his morning went. He was aware that the Foundation usually arranges the transportation for cases like his, but he did not expect his 'client' would take over and fly him privately. This of course again confused him and made him unsure of his perception of the man. He couldn't decide whether his client has changed his mind and finally warming up to the idea of him coming and staying for a portrait or whether the aloof Brian Kinney just does things he does because he can and the man was a fine host. He didn't even want to know how rich Kinney was. All he knew was that if the man chose not to work, he still would live luxuriously.
The flight attendant approached him and informed him that they were to embark. He smiled and suddenly felt nervous. He couldn't explain, but the thought of Kinney waiting for him at the airport made his heart jump. What an absurd feeling to have! He thought to himself. After all, he'd never really met Kinney before. Maybe that was it; knowing that this would be the first time he was meeting the famous Brian Kinney face to face made him anxious. Nervous.
Excited…
Excited?
He tried to compose himself. He reached in his jean pocket looking for something to occupy his sweating palms and found his cell phone and turned it on. It instantly rang to his surprise. He checked-- it was Keith.
“Hello, Keith? I can’t hear you,” he covered his right ear in hope to hear Keith better but it was to no avail.
“Keith, I’m gonna have to call you back when I get off the plane or when I get to… yeah,” Justin could hear Keith say something about his flight.
Then Keith said ‘okay’ and ‘I love you.’
“Me too, Keith, okay I'll call you later.” Justin then got up and headed to the exit.
"Pleasure having you on our flight, Mr. Taylor. Enjoy your stay at the manor," the lovely flight attendant said to him.
"Thank you very much," he replied with a smile as he stepped out and down the plane.
He looked up to the blue skies as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder then proceeded, unsure where to go when a long limousine parked not far from the tiny craft that brought him to Pittsburgh caught his attention. Somehow he knew that the vehicle was waiting for him. He walked towards the older man that stood next to the car.
“Mr. Taylor,” the old man gave him a nod.
“Yes, that would me be...” He answered although he knew that the older man wasn't asking but confirming. He reached out his hand which the older man took and shook.
“Welcome to Pittsburgh, Sir. I am Mr. Baker, Mr. Kinney's driver."
He slightly winced as the old man called him ’Sir‘, but instead he smiled, "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Baker," then cast the vehicle a look wondering where his client was.
"Likewise, Mr. Taylor," the man said then slightly turned his head towards the car, probably noticing him looking at it, "Your ride awaits you, Sir. Compliments of Mr. Kinney,” then opened the door of the limousine with his wrinkled hand.
A short ‘Ah’ escaped his mouth.
“And Mr. Kinney?” He said, disbelief still in his voice although he shouldn't really be surprised. Brian Kinney knew how to take care of his guest, that is for sure, he thought.
“Mr. Kinney is at the manor waiting for your arrival.” The older man answered.
‘He’s home on a Monday?’ He frowned.
“Shall I take your bag, Sir,” the old man pointed to his messenger bag.
"Oh no. I'm alright," he smiled, "I just need to get my luggage,” he said although something told him that his stuff were already in the car. He had brought a couple of luggage with a month's worth of clothes.
“No worry, Sir. It’s all taken care of.” The old man assured him.
“Oh, okay. Thank you,” he nodded.
"Shall we go then?" The older man held the car door open a little wider.
"Sure, of course," he said and climbed inside the roomy vehicle.
"Please enjoy the ride, Sir.” The old man said before closing the door for him.
He sat back and placed his messenger bag next to him. He scooted over closer to the window and as he peeked outside, he was surprised to learn that his anticipation to this new experience was bigger than he thought. As soon as the car pulled out of the airport and into the high-way, cross the bridge and onto the road he knew so well, he felt his chest swelled up... He took a deep breath as if he could smell the fresh air outside the car and let his eyes take everything in.
The ride from the airport to Liberty Avenue was quick; about thirty minutes. The traffic wasn't bad though it was a Monday. Liberty Avenue looked the same as he remembered. Nothing much changed which he found comforting. He got used of the fast life in New York City that at this moment, he welcomed the sight of home...
He then sat back and relaxed. Automatically, his eyes closed. He'd never felt so comfortable... He was suddenly aware of the things he'd like to do while he was in Pittsburgh like visiting his parents and Molly, of course. His family. He missed them a lot. He'd wished he could've gone home a lot but he guessed he was too busy with his career. And Keith. They never even met Keith! Thinking about Keith, his eyes opened and decided to call his boyfriend right there and then. When he peeked outside the window as he fumbled for his cell phone, he realized they weren't in the city anymore...
On the both sides of the limousine were vast trees and wide open fields. His mind was immediately sent to a place where he was most at peace... Where everything was created.
His eyes feasted on fields that seemed endless, with horses, old barns and shacks. He wondered how this piece of the past managed to remained untouched by technology and the new world. Autumn was in the air-- everything was golden; everything was like the horizon meeting the sun setting for the day.
He rolled down the window, a cool breeze hit his face and played with his hair. You never get fresh air like this in the city. In the beginning he thought that the quietness of the surrounding would bother him since he was very used to the noisy streets of New York City. Instead, it did the opposite to him. The calm and quiet atmosphere calmed him down. For the first time since the nightmares, he felt serenity. He felt really good inside.
His sight was more than pleased that it awoke his whole being. And it spoke to him - create.
Create.
So, instead of taking out his cell phone, his hands found his sketch pad and pencils from his messenger bag. Then, he started to sketch. His hand moved gracefully. Like a ballet dancer moving to Tchaikovsky.
It was great; he felt great.
He was brilliant…
By the time he was done, his fingertips were all dark from smudging the charcoal on the paper to achieve the right shadow and darkness he wanted on the sketch of open field and old manors.
They were pulling into a long driveway as he finished to write the words that summarized his sketch; it read ‘Home’. That was exactly what he felt.
He looked up when the limousine door opened.
“We are at the manor, Sir,” Mr. Baker announced. Justin quickly stuffed his pencils, pad and charcoal inside his bag and once again wore it across his chest. His fingertips were absentmindedly wiped on his jeans, leaving dark smudges on them. He winced when he realized what he did. He looked up and found an amused look on the old man's face.
“Thank you, Mr. Baker," he said as he climbed out of the car, ignoring the fact that he might have entertained his client‘s driver. "And please, just call me Justin."
“My pleasure. And as you wish, Si--,” the old man appeared to have difficulty saying his name, then smiled, "As you wish, Justin."
He widely smiled.
"Mr. Kinney is on his way to meet you at the doorstep," the old man said and then drove off to the back of the manor.
He started to walk to the manor.
He had been to a lot of mansions, manors, lofts and vacation houses in and out of the country throughout his career. And the manor that was before him looked like any other manors he'd seen. It looked like any other manors in the area, as a matter of fact. Probably has 4 bedrooms, 2.5 baths, with a pool in the back and a garage. He liked how the garden and driveway were kept clean; there were growing plants and trees everywhere. The person who lives in it obviously took pride of it. Although, the manor wasn't exactly what he expected from a millionaire business-man like Andrew Brian Kinney. He expected a more extravagant residence. Bigger, modern and more expensive.
But this, he thought to himself as he scanned the manor once again, this spoke more about his client.
A manor away from the city. Away from the crowd, from the noise and fast life. A manor surrounded with suburban and country life-- fields with horses, old barns and old shacks-- he must be an old soul at heart.
Old fashioned?
For a moment, he didn't want to believe his own assessment. How about those stories he'd heard of Kinney being the playboy that he is? Flying off to different countries to party... To conquer... Breaking hearts of both women and men. But they were all hearsay, were they not? He personally never met Kinney so, his speculations, theories, the gossips he'd heard and his assessments-- they couldn't be proven.
Not until today...
Confused with the excitement that crept from within, he almost forgot where he was and what his purpose was. He tried to compose himself when he saw a man coming out of the manor. The man who wore a dark suit and looked very professional and strict noticed him right away and walked towards him. Justin was confused but the wide smile on the man’s face was very welcoming that it put him at ease. The man immediately offered his hand to be shaken. Justin took it.
“Mr. Taylor, it is so great to finally meet you.” The man shook his right hand with both of his hands, the wide smile not leaving the man’s face.
Justin's confusion deepened; he heard Brian Kinney was this god-like creature who could melt anything in sight, and yet--he was balding.
‘At least he doesn’t look grouchy,’ he told himself.
“No, Mr. Kinney it is my pleasure to be meeting you at last--” he started to say but the man interrupted him.
“Mr. Kinney?” There was also confusion in the man’s voice, the smile on the man’s face vanished for a second then reappeared. “You thought I was--oh, no, no! Goodness, no! I’m not Bri-”
“And who‘s looking for me?” The man in front of Justin-- whoever it was-- wasn’t able to finish what he was saying for a more powerful, confident ‘and sensual?’ -- Justin wanted to kick himself for thinking this-- voice spoke.
Justin looked up and saw a tall and lean figure standing by the doorway. Justin saw a stern face covered in dark hair; prominent nose stood out. And most of all, a pair of piercing hazel eyes.
TBC