[Brian hummed lightly as he cooked. It wasn't anything extravagant, just finger food and dessert, but he'd felt compelled to do something to herald Candy coming over and seeing the new place. He hated to admit it, but his new life was a little boring. He idly considered getting a job just to keep busy, and then shelved the thought for later ( Read more... )

[It was early evening, an innocuous time if there ever was one, and Brian was waiting downstairs in the kitchen. Spike was already out, which was why it was happening today, at this time. Brian didn't want to deal with the fallout just yet of their vampire roommate discovering that he was trying to lead Sylar back down the path of darkness ( Read more... )

When you go to rescue a guy, you just expect that he'll be there to be rescued. But he wasn't.

That's just plain rude.

[Since he'd de facto become the responsible one, Brian had ended up being the one to pick out the apartment and talk to the landlord. He hadn't gone through with his threat to pretend to be a Frenchman named Sebastian, but he had told her that he was an old-fashioned photographer and got his work everywhere, and that's why he needed to block all ( Read more... )

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These viruses... talk about embarrassing.

I'm glad all my real friends were too busy with their issues to encounter kid me. This way they can't make fun of me for it.

Oh, wait, they still can. Correction: I'm glad I'm not nine anymore.

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Brother, I know I sent you a Christmas present already, but that wasn't really the meat of it. There's something I wanted to give you personally.

Brian had had a lot of opportunity to think, and he knew things were changing. Between he and Dexter, and just in his life. Dexter had killed him in his timeline. He couldn't forget that. This wasn't a reminder to himself - he literally couldn't forget it; it kept occurring to him, over and over again ( Read more... )

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