Paranormal Activity
Title: Paranormal Activity
Author: Jess, aka x-tired-crazy-x
Fandom: Queer as Folk, Brian/Justin
Summary: AU. What if Brian watched Jason Kemp get thrown into the dumpster? What if his killer wasn't done? What if Jason Kemp decided to haunt Brian? What if Justin could talk to dead people?
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Author's Note: It's not as crack-y as it sounds. Takes place mostly during the Season 3 setting, but Brian and Justin haven't met yet and there's no Ethan involved.
Past Chapters: PA-P/ PA-1/ PA-2/PA-3
Brian hears a helpless sound and it takes a second for him to realize it’s the boy following behind him. He turns around quickly, just in time to catch Justin as his legs give out from under him. Brian’s arms enfold around the limp torso in an awkward bear bug.
“Whoa, now hey there…” he says mindlessly.
“Vision… bed. Jus’ need’ta… lay down.” Justin mumbles, eyes barely open, now falling shut. His voice tapers off as if it’s becoming distant.
“What th-” Brian quickly rearranges the boy so he’s carrying him like a baby, soft blond hair tucked under the brunettes chin. He stands there awkwardly for a long moment. What are you supposed to do when a near stranger passes out in your arms?
“Is he okay? I just watched him fall.” A tall lanky man with short brown hair and buckteeth comes out of nowhere and speaks with a lisp. The man reaches out to touch Justin, but Brian backs away, protectively.
“He’s fine.”
Brian pushes past the man. Well the boy said something about lying down and they’re only a half a block away from the loft. He hikes Justin up a little, getting a better grip on the warm body in his arms. He begins taking tentative steps forward. Justin’s heavier than Brian expected him to be. He’s more than just baby fat and bones, like Brian’s first impression. Still, something about him whether it’s the unique bone structure, cream colored skin or silky blonde hair gives him an underlying sense of fragility. Like anything, maybe even the wind could break him.
God, what am I thinking? Brian quickly chastises himself. The kid talks to ghosts! He’s not fragile, he’s a freak.
Brian easily kicks the door open then climbs the stairs that lead to the door of the loft. He uses the hand from under Justin’s knees to pull the door to his sanctuary open. When he enters, he finds yet another one
of his glasses shattered into tiny pieces scattered across the smooth hardwood floor.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” he groans, kicking his head back. “I’ll get you for this,” he mutters threateningly. He uses his foot to get the door shut with ease.
"Nnnngh," Justin stirs, his head rolling into Brian. Brian mindlessly allows himself to gaze upon him.
He’s about to put the boy on the couch when he changes his mind and climbs the steps to place the limp body on his bed. The blonde’s head rolls off to the side as a small noise of approval escapes from heavenly pink lips. He takes a moment to shamelessly admire the freak that sees ghosts.
For a moment he wonders what that must be like. What this kid must have gone through in his life.
Furrowing his brow, he files his thoughts to his subconscious, possibly to be dealt with later, hopefully to be forgotten about. Either way, he’s done thinking about this boy for now.
*
Justin follows the taller man, eyes downcast, concentrating on the heels of Brian’s black Prada shoes. He’s felt slightly light-headed ever since he left the park. At first he figured he’d been sitting down for too long, but the feeling hasn't gone away as blocks of city pass under his feet. He doesn’t know what to think. He can’t tell if the way he’s feeling is paranormal or not, but the answer soon comes as a sudden wave of dizziness catches him off guard.
“Ungh,” he moans unpleasantly, finding himself unable to take another step.
It doesn’t take long for Justin to realize what’s happening to him. Just as he feels his body go slack, and strong arms surround him, he knows what he mistook his lightheadedness for.
“Vision…” he forces passed his lips. He knows that he continues to speak but he’s unsure of what he actually says. That’s when his mind ceases to exist in the same plane as reality.
He’s falling. He’s falling from the sky, the moist clouds dampen his clothes and skin, yet it’s oddly refreshing. He feels more open and free then he’s ever felt before. The longer he’s falls the better he feels, its’ unexplainable, oddly comforting. The ground below, Justin quickly recognizes to be the Pitts. He closes his eyes knowing that as long he trusts that he will feel no pain, there will be no pain.
Mind over matter. Mind over matter.
He repeats that over and over until he feels his feet hit solid ground. He opens his eyes and finds himself feet from an alley in an area of town that’s associated with wayward youth. The homeless ones and the ones that sell themselves.
He eyes his surroundings cautiously waiting for something to occur. He hears wind in the air, yet can’t feel it. He bites his lip, keeping his mind open and aware.
As if on cue an older man, bald with a generally mean looking face comes around the corner dragging along with him, Justin easily recognizes Jason Kemp.
Oh shit… Justin understands fully now what’s going on. Jason is showing him how he died.
Goosebumps break out along his arms as he shivers suddenly feeling cold.
So does that mean the bald guy is the killer?
The guy is pulling Jason by the wrist; Justin imagines what drove the boy to come to this. At what point in his life he felt the need to leave his home as if selling his body on the street was a better life. A sadness washes over him and he begins to wonder if these feelings are his own or if he really is in Jason's mind.
"You wanna suck me? Yeah you do," the bald guy begins to mumble things like that as he unbuttons his pants and pulls his cock out. Justin looks away as Jason gets on his knees, but forces himself to glance back. He can't chance missing any information. The bald guy seems to be enjoying himself pulling on Jason's hair forcing his erection down the prostitute’s throat.
A man appears almost out of nowhere. He's wearing the trench coat and his face is blacked out, just like in Justin's pictures.
The bald guy is the first to notice the intruder. He shoves Jason on his back without a thought and attempts to get his junk back in his pants.
"Hey! Wuh-" Jason calls out as his trick runs away.
And that's it. Justin watches as Jason gets kicked in the head. His face smashes into the pavement, blood oozes on the ground forming a puddle. Justin can't help but cringe when suddenly he feels the pain as his own. His face turns red hot, like it's burning on fire but worse. He screams, but there's no noise. The cloaked man kicks Jason's face again and for some reason Justin feels it and the pain is beyond anything he's ever felt before. The pain grows, and grows and grows.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey there Sunshine," it's an unfamiliar voice that brings him back, tender and sweet. He feels his body flailing and is relieved when he hears his own cries of pain. Before he can stop himself he's crying, salty tears making streaks along his cheeks. He falls into the man currently trying to get him to calm down, but he can't. He needs to ride this out. Slowly separate his emotions from Jason's. His face still feels hot, but he knows it’s okay, pressed against the warm flesh of Brian…
Brian?
Jerking away, Justin wipes at his eyes using his palms. He realizes he’s on a bed in a place he’s doesn’t recognize. Once things come into focus he sees Brian sitting on the bed with him. He eyes Justin with a look somewhere between concern, confusion, and annoyance, if it’s possible. Justin sniffs and looks down at the duvet.
“You going to live?” Brian questions, deciding to stay on the bed.
Justin just nods, not sure if he can trust his voice.
“You going to tell me what the fuck that was or what the hell is going on with me?”
Justin nods again, taking a deep breath still trying to get his breathing back to normal only half listening.
“Can you talk?”
Brian’s voice turns demanding and rude, but Justin isn’t fazed by it.
“Yes,” he croaks, which considering his luck turns into a coughing fit.
Brian claps him on the back before he stands up to retrieve something to drink from the kitchen. He grabs two bottled waters, returning to his bedroom and throwing one at the kid.
“Thanks.” Justin mumbles, catching it and twisting the top. He takes a sip and swallows, feeling better afterwards. He gets himself on shaky feet, having to find his balance points.
“So that’s a vision?” Brian leads them out of his room to his Italian furniture set. He gestures for Justin to take a seat and the boy does at one end of the couch. Brian takes it upon himself to occupy the other side.
“I don’t usually have visions like that,” Justin explains.
“Visions like what?”
“I watched Jason die… and then felt it.”
“Who’s Jason?”
“Jason is the dumpster boy… the first one. He’s the spirit that’s following you around.”
As the words leave his mouth, Justin’s eyes catch Brian’s and they share a heavy moment of silence…
“By saying you felt it, you’re implying-“
“His face was smashed into the pavement and kicked multiple times and I could feel the ground ripping the flesh of his face. His skull cracking, nose breaking. I felt it all,” Justin clarifies while reliving the fresh memories. At the time he didn't realize how deep Jason had connected them, but now thinking about it, everything was so vivid. He should have known.
Brian looks at him, thinks and considers. He was zoning out on the couch when Justin started screaming as he came out of his vision or what-the-fuck-ever it was. He was yelling out in pain, and not just like a bad nightmare. Like Brian thought the kid had somehow managed to set himself on fire. He ran into the room and saw the boy was simply coming to, but the way he was screaming, Brian didn't know what to do. So he got down on the bed and wrapped his arms around Sunshine pulling him close. That's when Justin woke up and seemed to melt into his skin.
The look on Justin’s face makes Brian want to do that again. Wrap him up. Keep him safe and warm… Feel him melt.
He wants to make Justin melt.
-
Review for more and comments are love!
Author: Jess, aka x-tired-crazy-x
Fandom: Queer as Folk, Brian/Justin
Summary: AU. What if Brian watched Jason Kemp get thrown into the dumpster? What if his killer wasn't done? What if Jason Kemp decided to haunt Brian? What if Justin could talk to dead people?
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Author's Note: It's not as crack-y as it sounds. Takes place mostly during the Season 3 setting, but Brian and Justin haven't met yet and there's no Ethan involved.
Past Chapters: PA-P/ PA-1/ PA-2/PA-3
Brian hears a helpless sound and it takes a second for him to realize it’s the boy following behind him. He turns around quickly, just in time to catch Justin as his legs give out from under him. Brian’s arms enfold around the limp torso in an awkward bear bug.
“Whoa, now hey there…” he says mindlessly.
“Vision… bed. Jus’ need’ta… lay down.” Justin mumbles, eyes barely open, now falling shut. His voice tapers off as if it’s becoming distant.
“What th-” Brian quickly rearranges the boy so he’s carrying him like a baby, soft blond hair tucked under the brunettes chin. He stands there awkwardly for a long moment. What are you supposed to do when a near stranger passes out in your arms?
“Is he okay? I just watched him fall.” A tall lanky man with short brown hair and buckteeth comes out of nowhere and speaks with a lisp. The man reaches out to touch Justin, but Brian backs away, protectively.
“He’s fine.”
Brian pushes past the man. Well the boy said something about lying down and they’re only a half a block away from the loft. He hikes Justin up a little, getting a better grip on the warm body in his arms. He begins taking tentative steps forward. Justin’s heavier than Brian expected him to be. He’s more than just baby fat and bones, like Brian’s first impression. Still, something about him whether it’s the unique bone structure, cream colored skin or silky blonde hair gives him an underlying sense of fragility. Like anything, maybe even the wind could break him.
God, what am I thinking? Brian quickly chastises himself. The kid talks to ghosts! He’s not fragile, he’s a freak.
Brian easily kicks the door open then climbs the stairs that lead to the door of the loft. He uses the hand from under Justin’s knees to pull the door to his sanctuary open. When he enters, he finds yet another one
of his glasses shattered into tiny pieces scattered across the smooth hardwood floor.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” he groans, kicking his head back. “I’ll get you for this,” he mutters threateningly. He uses his foot to get the door shut with ease.
"Nnnngh," Justin stirs, his head rolling into Brian. Brian mindlessly allows himself to gaze upon him.
He’s about to put the boy on the couch when he changes his mind and climbs the steps to place the limp body on his bed. The blonde’s head rolls off to the side as a small noise of approval escapes from heavenly pink lips. He takes a moment to shamelessly admire the freak that sees ghosts.
For a moment he wonders what that must be like. What this kid must have gone through in his life.
Furrowing his brow, he files his thoughts to his subconscious, possibly to be dealt with later, hopefully to be forgotten about. Either way, he’s done thinking about this boy for now.
*
Justin follows the taller man, eyes downcast, concentrating on the heels of Brian’s black Prada shoes. He’s felt slightly light-headed ever since he left the park. At first he figured he’d been sitting down for too long, but the feeling hasn't gone away as blocks of city pass under his feet. He doesn’t know what to think. He can’t tell if the way he’s feeling is paranormal or not, but the answer soon comes as a sudden wave of dizziness catches him off guard.
“Ungh,” he moans unpleasantly, finding himself unable to take another step.
It doesn’t take long for Justin to realize what’s happening to him. Just as he feels his body go slack, and strong arms surround him, he knows what he mistook his lightheadedness for.
“Vision…” he forces passed his lips. He knows that he continues to speak but he’s unsure of what he actually says. That’s when his mind ceases to exist in the same plane as reality.
He’s falling. He’s falling from the sky, the moist clouds dampen his clothes and skin, yet it’s oddly refreshing. He feels more open and free then he’s ever felt before. The longer he’s falls the better he feels, its’ unexplainable, oddly comforting. The ground below, Justin quickly recognizes to be the Pitts. He closes his eyes knowing that as long he trusts that he will feel no pain, there will be no pain.
Mind over matter. Mind over matter.
He repeats that over and over until he feels his feet hit solid ground. He opens his eyes and finds himself feet from an alley in an area of town that’s associated with wayward youth. The homeless ones and the ones that sell themselves.
He eyes his surroundings cautiously waiting for something to occur. He hears wind in the air, yet can’t feel it. He bites his lip, keeping his mind open and aware.
As if on cue an older man, bald with a generally mean looking face comes around the corner dragging along with him, Justin easily recognizes Jason Kemp.
Oh shit… Justin understands fully now what’s going on. Jason is showing him how he died.
Goosebumps break out along his arms as he shivers suddenly feeling cold.
So does that mean the bald guy is the killer?
The guy is pulling Jason by the wrist; Justin imagines what drove the boy to come to this. At what point in his life he felt the need to leave his home as if selling his body on the street was a better life. A sadness washes over him and he begins to wonder if these feelings are his own or if he really is in Jason's mind.
"You wanna suck me? Yeah you do," the bald guy begins to mumble things like that as he unbuttons his pants and pulls his cock out. Justin looks away as Jason gets on his knees, but forces himself to glance back. He can't chance missing any information. The bald guy seems to be enjoying himself pulling on Jason's hair forcing his erection down the prostitute’s throat.
A man appears almost out of nowhere. He's wearing the trench coat and his face is blacked out, just like in Justin's pictures.
The bald guy is the first to notice the intruder. He shoves Jason on his back without a thought and attempts to get his junk back in his pants.
"Hey! Wuh-" Jason calls out as his trick runs away.
And that's it. Justin watches as Jason gets kicked in the head. His face smashes into the pavement, blood oozes on the ground forming a puddle. Justin can't help but cringe when suddenly he feels the pain as his own. His face turns red hot, like it's burning on fire but worse. He screams, but there's no noise. The cloaked man kicks Jason's face again and for some reason Justin feels it and the pain is beyond anything he's ever felt before. The pain grows, and grows and grows.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey there Sunshine," it's an unfamiliar voice that brings him back, tender and sweet. He feels his body flailing and is relieved when he hears his own cries of pain. Before he can stop himself he's crying, salty tears making streaks along his cheeks. He falls into the man currently trying to get him to calm down, but he can't. He needs to ride this out. Slowly separate his emotions from Jason's. His face still feels hot, but he knows it’s okay, pressed against the warm flesh of Brian…
Brian?
Jerking away, Justin wipes at his eyes using his palms. He realizes he’s on a bed in a place he’s doesn’t recognize. Once things come into focus he sees Brian sitting on the bed with him. He eyes Justin with a look somewhere between concern, confusion, and annoyance, if it’s possible. Justin sniffs and looks down at the duvet.
“You going to live?” Brian questions, deciding to stay on the bed.
Justin just nods, not sure if he can trust his voice.
“You going to tell me what the fuck that was or what the hell is going on with me?”
Justin nods again, taking a deep breath still trying to get his breathing back to normal only half listening.
“Can you talk?”
Brian’s voice turns demanding and rude, but Justin isn’t fazed by it.
“Yes,” he croaks, which considering his luck turns into a coughing fit.
Brian claps him on the back before he stands up to retrieve something to drink from the kitchen. He grabs two bottled waters, returning to his bedroom and throwing one at the kid.
“Thanks.” Justin mumbles, catching it and twisting the top. He takes a sip and swallows, feeling better afterwards. He gets himself on shaky feet, having to find his balance points.
“So that’s a vision?” Brian leads them out of his room to his Italian furniture set. He gestures for Justin to take a seat and the boy does at one end of the couch. Brian takes it upon himself to occupy the other side.
“I don’t usually have visions like that,” Justin explains.
“Visions like what?”
“I watched Jason die… and then felt it.”
“Who’s Jason?”
“Jason is the dumpster boy… the first one. He’s the spirit that’s following you around.”
As the words leave his mouth, Justin’s eyes catch Brian’s and they share a heavy moment of silence…
“By saying you felt it, you’re implying-“
“His face was smashed into the pavement and kicked multiple times and I could feel the ground ripping the flesh of his face. His skull cracking, nose breaking. I felt it all,” Justin clarifies while reliving the fresh memories. At the time he didn't realize how deep Jason had connected them, but now thinking about it, everything was so vivid. He should have known.
Brian looks at him, thinks and considers. He was zoning out on the couch when Justin started screaming as he came out of his vision or what-the-fuck-ever it was. He was yelling out in pain, and not just like a bad nightmare. Like Brian thought the kid had somehow managed to set himself on fire. He ran into the room and saw the boy was simply coming to, but the way he was screaming, Brian didn't know what to do. So he got down on the bed and wrapped his arms around Sunshine pulling him close. That's when Justin woke up and seemed to melt into his skin.
The look on Justin’s face makes Brian want to do that again. Wrap him up. Keep him safe and warm… Feel him melt.
He wants to make Justin melt.
-
Review for more and comments are love!