Mo Chuisle Mo Chroi Chapter 8/?
Mo Chuisle Mo Chroí Chapter 8/?
Author: Magos186
Summary: On the verge of losing Justin, Brian decides to take him away. Can the two find their way back together while they're away from "helpful" suggestions from their family? Or will Justin disappear on him once they return...This is a season 2 AU.
Word Count: 1,040
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Closest I come is the dvd. They’re just fun to play with.
A/N: I know this chapter is kinda short. It couldn’t be helped. The next one should be longer. Also, this chapter is kind of fillerish.
A/N2: The colors mentioned can all be found at behr.com. The names below are the actual names of the paints, just minus the word blue.
Brianna found Justin reading in a corner of the library. He was so engrossed in the book he didn’t hear her enter. “Justin?” she called quietly. The boy let out a gasp as he jumped about three feet off his seat and began to hyperventilate. She quickly rushed to his side and began speaking in a soothing voice. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just Brianna. I wanted to talk to you. It’s alright darling. You’re safe. Nothing’s going to happen to you here. It’s alright. Just take a few deep breaths. Try to relax. You’re alright.”
The longer she talked, the more she could see Justin calm down until finally, his breathing evened out and his body stopped shaking. “Are you with me now?”
The blond looked up sheepishly. “I’m sorry Brianna.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. It was my fault. I didn’t realize you hadn’t heard me come in. what are you reading that sucked you in so thoroughly?”
“Confessions of a Pagan Nun. It was lose on one of the shelves. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not. Only the books in the glass cases upstairs are valuable. And Confessions happens to be one of my most favorite. It’s really a fluke I even discovered it. Every time I went to the book store, my eyes would always fall on that book, but I ignored it. One day, I got so fed up I bought the damn thing. Two days later I had finished it and was in love. What do you think of it so far?”
“I think it’s an excellently written story. It’s amazing the way the author transports you back to old Ireland.”
“It is at that. Now, would you like to read some more or can we talk?”
“We can talk now. Better to not put off the inevitable. Are you done talking to Brian?”
“Wise choice lad and yes. Mickey-I told him some truths that he was finally able to accept and make peace with. He’s upstairs resting.”
“I hope you were able to convince him that what happened wasn’t his fault. His guilt has been eating him alive and I’m afraid certain people have only been adding to it.”
“Like your mother you mean?” The blond said nothing, just simply nodded his head. “Your mother is the same as Debbie. Whenever something goes wrong in her son’s life, she blames my Mickey because it’s easier than facing the facts. All those months she spent angry at my boy she should have been angry at the one who attacked you. Her anger and resentment should have been focused on him. We both know he was planning to hurt you that night whether Mickey was there or not.”
“I wish we could convince everyone else of that.”
“Right now I’d settle for Mickey and your “family.” But enough about this. Let’s talk about you. Now, do you want to do this formally or informally?”
“Formally might be easier.”
“Very well. Why don’t we move into my office?” Brianna suggested as she took Justin’s hand and led him through a door on the other side of the library. His eyes were first drawn to the large bay window on his right covered by sheer white curtains. The wall surrounding it and the wall opposite it were both painted a Spring Rain blue. The other two walls were painted a Windwood Spring blue. The Sea Rover blue carpet pulled the three shades together, giving the room both a beautiful and a tranquil feel.
In front of the large window sat a beautiful, light cherry wood desk. There were five framed photographs spanning its length. In the center was a black and white wedding photo of Brianna and her husband. To the right of that was a photo of a young Brian and Tommy laughing as they played soccer. To the right of that was a recent picture of Brian standing behind Brianna with his arms around her, both wearing huge smiles. On the opposite side was a picture of two people Justin had never seen. He could only guess those were Tommy’s parents. To the left of that, the final photo was a recent picture of Tommy with his arms around a beautiful red headed woman Justin assumed was his fiancée Bethany.
On the other side of the desk were two large, plush white chairs. Behind those, against the far wall was a long, overstuffed white couch. The throw pillows on it were a combination of the colors on the floor and walls. The walls themselves were adorned with large framed, professional looking photos of the Irish countryside and shores, all in black in white. “This is beautiful,” Justin said the awe in his voice visible on his face.
“Thank you. I would have gone with green, but too much of that attracts the fairies and their mischievous little things. But enough about that. Have a seat and let’s get to work.”
Justin sat himself down on the couch and Brianna turned one of the chairs to face him. Almost immediately the blonde’s mouth opened and everything came pouring out. He voiced his frustration over his lost memories, his self-loathing, his doubt about not being good enough for Brian, what drove him to Ethan…he even told her about things that happened during his brief employment for Saperstein…things he had never told anyone else.
Two hours later Justin found himself exhausted and raw. He’d laid himself bare to this woman he barely knew in hopes of finding some wisdom and answers. And he found just that. Brianna explained things and showed him truths he never would have found on his own. By the time they were done, he was more at peace with himself and his relationship than he had ever been before.
Brianna suggested he rest and so the blond retreated to his room where he found his lover fast asleep. Too exhausted to undress, he simply kicked off his shoes and curled around Brian. Even in sleep, Brian felt Justin and wrapped his arms tight around his boy. For the first time in months, the two slept peacefully, free from guilt, from worry, and from nightmares.