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. The prologue is shorter than chapters
“Thanks again for letting me borrow the jeep. I promise I’ll take good care of it…” Michael attempts to assure his friend. They walk side-by-side out of Babylon, the bouncers ripping off Brian’s clothes with their eyes. Brian smiles to himself, pleased as he walks through the doors. Once passed them he bundles up for the cold with a P-coat and heaves a sigh that turns into smoke-like condensation.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just try to bring it back to me the way it looks now…” he flinches thinking back to the last time he let Mikey borrow his jeep… the vivid memory of the word “Fag” spray painted across the side of his precious vehicle igniting some kind of bittersweet feeling. As funny as the experience was, he’d rather not repeat it.
“Ben and I… we’re going to park it a block down though…” Michael starts, catching Brian attention.
“Uh, why?”
Michael sighs, “This… bandit of teenage prostitutes stand outside our building and try to sell themselves,” he explains. “The other night, Ben and I went out there to ask them to do it quieter or move or something and they tried to tempt us…”
“Well that’s usually what they do,” Brian says as a matter-of-fact.
“Yeah, well I wish they’d do it somewhere else… you want me to drop you off at the loft?” Mikey offers pulling Brian’s keys out of his pocket. He’d made sure he’d gotten them earlier incase Brian got busy and left early. You never know when it comes to Brian Kinney.
Brian takes a vile out of his pocket and sniffs the contents. “Nah, I think I’ll walk,” he decides shaking his head and letting the drugs overtake his mind, body and soul. Or something incredibly pathetic like that.
Michael shakes his head wearily, “Well be careful and call me when you get in. Just so I know you’re safe.”
Brian rolls his eyes. “Yes Debbie,” he says sharply before turning on his heal. Mikey shakes his head as he watches his best friend disappear into the cold Pittsburgh air.
*
Brian knows that he’s coming up on the diner soon and thinks if Debbie’s inside, he might grab a lemon square. He knows she picked up the graveyard shift for three nights out of the week, but he just can’t remember what three nights they were. Well, whatever. His stomach is definitely asking for lemon squares…
That’s one of the downsides to consuming drugs. Eating habits always get thrown out of wack and the only things your stomach will permit your body to fully digest are munchies. So Brian does his best at being a stoner, but not quite a burnout. Not being a drug-addict, but being a person who consumes drugs recreationally on most weekends. Not a drug-addict. Not really. He could go without the drugs, he just chooses not to.
As his feet move along the sidewalk, his minds drifts to earlier in the night when he was getting blown by this Spanish dude with the sexiest accent he’d ever heard. He spoke Spanish in his ear and Brian’s mind was already entertaining itself with all the different ways he could fuck him. What this guy was doing in Pittsburgh? Brian had no clue, but he was sure to get his number so they could get together before he had to go back to… wherever the accent came from.
Suddenly Brian hears the distinct noise of something being dragged on pavement and freezes up. He looks in front of him and behind him and sees a few other night stragglers, but nothing weird. The diner is only a block away so he quickens his pace until he’s only a few buildings away. Then he hears the noise again. This time he stops his movements because it’s getting louder and then he sees movement coming from the alley next to his destination. For some reason, he feels the need to hide and through his drugged up haze, puts himself out of site by getting in the doorway of some other business.
He watches… not scared, but being cautious about what he’s witnessing. A bulky male figure dragging something mangled… possibly an oversized duffle bag of some sort. Once next to the dumpster outside the Liberty Diner, the figure bends down to pick up his-
Oh shit. Fuck. Fuck. Christ!
To Brian’s horror, he realizes that the thing the man was dragging wasn’t a bag.
But a body.
The man then proceeds to dump the body in the dumpster, afterwards, walking down the sidewalk and turning down the next street. Brian waits a few more seconds before returning to the sidewalk and running up the steps leading to the diner. Much to his relief, Debbie is sitting at a booth across from a blonde kid. There’s nobody else present, which is surprising considering this is Liberty Avenue, but he supposes, it must happen. When he walks in, she looks up and smiles, getting to her feet.
“Brian, what a pleasure to…”
“Deb, you need to call the cops…”
“…see yuh- What?” her entire demeanor changes in an instant. The blonde boy, still sitting at the booth whips his head around.
“What’s going on?” he asks, but Brian ignores him.
“I just watched a man put a body in your dumpster,” he explains, with haste looking into Debbie’s eyes.
“What? Honey, oh my god…” Slowly Debbie covers her mouth with her hand and walks over to the phone. She dials 9-1-1 and waits only seconds to be put through.
“… Please state your emergency…”
“There’s a body in the dumpster outside of the Liberty Avenue Diner…”
Brian nods his head to her and she nods back. Debbie knows why he has to leave. Why he couldn’t report it himself… He’s on one too many drugs to dare stick around and talk to the cops. Just as he exits, he notices the blonde boy’s eyes aren’t looking at him, but just to his left. Brian questions if he’s retarded or has a lazy eye or something because when he glances to the left, he sees nothing.
Whatever.
He rushes home, one foot in front of the other, moving at a brisk pace. He feels like someone is watching him, but chalks it up to the fact he knows there’s a killer on the loose. As much as he’d love to come off as a tough guy… that scene back there kinda freaked him out. That’s definitely the reason for all the hair on the back of his neck to stick up on end.
Right?
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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. The prologue is shorter than chapters
“Thanks again for letting me borrow the jeep. I promise I’ll take good care of it…” Michael attempts to assure his friend. They walk side-by-side out of Babylon, the bouncers ripping off Brian’s clothes with their eyes. Brian smiles to himself, pleased as he walks through the doors. Once passed them he bundles up for the cold with a P-coat and heaves a sigh that turns into smoke-like condensation.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just try to bring it back to me the way it looks now…” he flinches thinking back to the last time he let Mikey borrow his jeep… the vivid memory of the word “Fag” spray painted across the side of his precious vehicle igniting some kind of bittersweet feeling. As funny as the experience was, he’d rather not repeat it.
“Ben and I… we’re going to park it a block down though…” Michael starts, catching Brian attention.
“Uh, why?”
Michael sighs, “This… bandit of teenage prostitutes stand outside our building and try to sell themselves,” he explains. “The other night, Ben and I went out there to ask them to do it quieter or move or something and they tried to tempt us…”
“Well that’s usually what they do,” Brian says as a matter-of-fact.
“Yeah, well I wish they’d do it somewhere else… you want me to drop you off at the loft?” Mikey offers pulling Brian’s keys out of his pocket. He’d made sure he’d gotten them earlier incase Brian got busy and left early. You never know when it comes to Brian Kinney.
Brian takes a vile out of his pocket and sniffs the contents. “Nah, I think I’ll walk,” he decides shaking his head and letting the drugs overtake his mind, body and soul. Or something incredibly pathetic like that.
Michael shakes his head wearily, “Well be careful and call me when you get in. Just so I know you’re safe.”
Brian rolls his eyes. “Yes Debbie,” he says sharply before turning on his heal. Mikey shakes his head as he watches his best friend disappear into the cold Pittsburgh air.
*
Brian knows that he’s coming up on the diner soon and thinks if Debbie’s inside, he might grab a lemon square. He knows she picked up the graveyard shift for three nights out of the week, but he just can’t remember what three nights they were. Well, whatever. His stomach is definitely asking for lemon squares…
That’s one of the downsides to consuming drugs. Eating habits always get thrown out of wack and the only things your stomach will permit your body to fully digest are munchies. So Brian does his best at being a stoner, but not quite a burnout. Not being a drug-addict, but being a person who consumes drugs recreationally on most weekends. Not a drug-addict. Not really. He could go without the drugs, he just chooses not to.
As his feet move along the sidewalk, his minds drifts to earlier in the night when he was getting blown by this Spanish dude with the sexiest accent he’d ever heard. He spoke Spanish in his ear and Brian’s mind was already entertaining itself with all the different ways he could fuck him. What this guy was doing in Pittsburgh? Brian had no clue, but he was sure to get his number so they could get together before he had to go back to… wherever the accent came from.
Suddenly Brian hears the distinct noise of something being dragged on pavement and freezes up. He looks in front of him and behind him and sees a few other night stragglers, but nothing weird. The diner is only a block away so he quickens his pace until he’s only a few buildings away. Then he hears the noise again. This time he stops his movements because it’s getting louder and then he sees movement coming from the alley next to his destination. For some reason, he feels the need to hide and through his drugged up haze, puts himself out of site by getting in the doorway of some other business.
He watches… not scared, but being cautious about what he’s witnessing. A bulky male figure dragging something mangled… possibly an oversized duffle bag of some sort. Once next to the dumpster outside the Liberty Diner, the figure bends down to pick up his-
Oh shit. Fuck. Fuck. Christ!
To Brian’s horror, he realizes that the thing the man was dragging wasn’t a bag.
But a body.
The man then proceeds to dump the body in the dumpster, afterwards, walking down the sidewalk and turning down the next street. Brian waits a few more seconds before returning to the sidewalk and running up the steps leading to the diner. Much to his relief, Debbie is sitting at a booth across from a blonde kid. There’s nobody else present, which is surprising considering this is Liberty Avenue, but he supposes, it must happen. When he walks in, she looks up and smiles, getting to her feet.
“Brian, what a pleasure to…”
“Deb, you need to call the cops…”
“…see yuh- What?” her entire demeanor changes in an instant. The blonde boy, still sitting at the booth whips his head around.
“What’s going on?” he asks, but Brian ignores him.
“I just watched a man put a body in your dumpster,” he explains, with haste looking into Debbie’s eyes.
“What? Honey, oh my god…” Slowly Debbie covers her mouth with her hand and walks over to the phone. She dials 9-1-1 and waits only seconds to be put through.
“… Please state your emergency…”
“There’s a body in the dumpster outside of the Liberty Avenue Diner…”
Brian nods his head to her and she nods back. Debbie knows why he has to leave. Why he couldn’t report it himself… He’s on one too many drugs to dare stick around and talk to the cops. Just as he exits, he notices the blonde boy’s eyes aren’t looking at him, but just to his left. Brian questions if he’s retarded or has a lazy eye or something because when he glances to the left, he sees nothing.
Whatever.
He rushes home, one foot in front of the other, moving at a brisk pace. He feels like someone is watching him, but chalks it up to the fact he knows there’s a killer on the loose. As much as he’d love to come off as a tough guy… that scene back there kinda freaked him out. That’s definitely the reason for all the hair on the back of his neck to stick up on end.
Right?
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