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
Target:
Silken tan skin.
Brown eyes.
Sexy plump lips.
Hair curling around his face.
Abs to die for.
Position:
Dance floor.
Ten feet away.
Brian picks out his next trick tiredly, almost as if he doesn’t care. Of course, they have to meet all the initial requirements, and this new guy does. For one, he’s gotta be hot enough to catch Brian’s eye, which within itself is quite the accomplishment. Second of all, Brian’s pretty sure he hasn’t fucked him before, which is always the first question he asks himself when on the look-about.
Brian keeps his eyes on his prey, waiting patiently. In his younger days he would go after guys he wanted to fuck, loving every moment. Never once turned down… Now he finds more enjoyment reeling in any guy that he wants to fuck.
The process, according to Brian, all starts with eye contact.
He leans back against the bar and tips his drink up to his lips. Perfection… he thinks to himself relishing in the fact that the small movement caught his targets attention. He feels his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows down the cool liquid and knows all eyes are on him. When he finishes his drink, he places the bottle back on the bar and locks eyes with Mr. Sexy Lips still on the dance floor. When he walks to the backroom, it’s almost like the sea of moving bodies part, just for him. He steals a glance behind himself and there’s Mr. Sexy Lips who obviously knows when to take a hint. Brian smiles to himself, fulfilled.
*
Turns out Mr. Sexy Lip’s real name is Darren or Danny, or D- something. Oh well, it’s a lost cause anyway. After he sucked Brian’s cock, Brian decided he was good enough to invite to the loft. That part of the mission takes some more qualifications such as a higher standard of skills and abilities.
As the elevator to the Loft comes to a halt, Brian pulls Sexy Lips’ lips away from his neck and pulls open the door.
Sex Lips looks around with wonder at Brian’s place. He’s heard rumors about the loft; they flutter around the gay community like urban legends or myths. He knows it’s an honor to be standing here and looking with his own eyes.
“Nice place,” he whispers breathily.
Brian rolls his eyes. How many times have I heard that before?
“Thanks, the beds through there…” he replies pushing his guest inside and pointing to his bedroom. “I’ll meet you there in five,” he says deciding to get something to drink last minute.
“I love the furniture,” Damien(?) raves getting little to no reaction from Brian. The guy finally takes the hint and realizes his purpose here. While Brian drinks liquor out of the bottle, he heads into the man’s bedroom to undress.
As soon as he enters the bedroom area, he gets this feeling. This unexplainable prick that starts from the center of his back and spreads outwards until every hair on his skin feels like it’s sticking up. He involuntarily shivers, and feels goose bumps rise on his skin. That’s when it happens. Just when he thinks he can’t get any edgier, he swears to God, he feels a hand touch his back and shove him forward.
“What the-“
He whips around quickly and finds no one there.
“Is there a reason why you still have clothes on?” Brian questions while walking up the steps to his bed.
Sexy lips whips around again.
“What’s going on in here?” he asks, his voice sounding prissy. Brian furrows his brow, wobbling slightly on his feet, maybe a little more drunk then he thought.
“Well you’re supposed to undress and bend over and then I’ll-”
Suddenly there’s a loud crash from the kitchen and Brian reels around to find another one of his glasses, shattered on the floor.
“Who did that? How did that happen?” Sex Lips demands. He passes Brian and looks to where he heard the noise come from. He becomes paralyzed when he swears for a fraction of a second he saw a figure, it wasn’t there long enough to make out features, but he saw it, like a shadow in his mind, and that’s enough for him.
“Fuck this shit, I’m outta here,” he whimpers pathetically looking back a Brian.
Brian stands there watching as his trick literally runs out the door, not even closing it behind him. He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs dramatically. He walks to his door, avoiding the glass, and closes it. Then he puts his back to the door and looks around his loft.
“What the fuck do you want…” he yells, eyes scanning for a reaction.
Nothing happens… the lights don’t flicker. No more glasses break, not apparitions appear.
But words form in Brian head that he can’t explain… and he doesn’t like.
You can help me.
*
When Brian walks into the diner, its well passed midnight and Debbie is taking an order from a group of drugged up teenagers. He contemplates taking a seat at a booth, but decides to just sit at the counter instead. Naturally, after his trick left he located his tin and rolled a quick joint. Of course, the munchies set in, and while normally his self-control is superb, tonight was a total disaster and fuck it. He can afford the splurge from his diet. It’s not like he’s ‘riding the find line’ between thick and thin or anything.
“Coffee?”
Brian looks up alarmed, accustomed to Debbie’s voice being the one to snap him out of it. Instead he finds this blonde haired kid standing in front of him holding a coffee pot in each hand.
“Uh, no thanks,” he replies.
“Can I get you anything?” the blonde then continues.
“At this time of night, there’s only one thing he comes in for, besides reporting murders,” Debbie says from behind him, placing the teenagers’ orders on the revolver to the kitchen. “Lemon Squares!” she smiles excited almost like she just told a joke. Brian smiles without showing teeth.
“You got me,” he muses with her while the blonde kid takes it upon himself to grab his dessert. The kid places it on a plate. Brian deadpans him.
“Can I get it to go?” he questions, maybe slightly rude.
“Hey, be nice to sunshine, he’s new to Liberty Avenue and he’s scared by what he saw last night…”
“Sunshine?”
Brian watches as the blonde dubbed ‘Sunshine’ blushes, deeply. The redness of his cheeks makes him look adorable in contrast to his pale, smooth-looking skin.
“Your mommy bless you with such a name?” he asks raising an eyebrow.
“No, I did. You got a problem with that?” Deb replies while tossing a box at her surrogate son. Two guys walk in and take a seat at a booth. Debbie runs off to get their order.
“Uh, you know he’s following you?” the blonde kid suddenly asks.
Brian eyes furrow in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about… he says you’re supposed to help him, but you’re not doing a very good job. Too many e-ex-extra…curricular activities?”
The way the kid says the last part almost sounds like he’s saying it as he hears it. It kinda creeps Brian out. While he’s speaking, he puts Brian’s square into the box… but before Brian has any chance to talk back, the blonde kid disappears to the backroom with a tub of dishes and maybe Brian’s a little too freaked out to go after him.
*
After a long day at work, Debbie finally cuts Justin loose. She invites him over for dinner tomorrow night, when they both have the evening off, but Justin declines, gracefully. He grabs his P-coat along with his blue scarf and puts them on, preparing for the chilly weather outside.
It’s not often that a spirit asks him to give a message to someone and frankly, it kind of freaks him out. But he knows it’s a part of his life and its better to just go along with it than fight it. He knew once he first saw that dumpster boy’s spirit, he was probably going to see him again. Their eyes connected for a long moment, before Jason, Justin sensed that was his name, disappeared, following the man Debbie told him was Brian.
Justin’s weird. He knows that. Seeing dead people really isn’t that accepted in society. Since he was four he started seeing things that no one else could. The spirits seemed to float above the ground sometimes, and go about their business. Some spirits know that they’re dead and just want to stick around while others are still blissfully unaware. The ones that know that they’re dead, often notice Justin can see them. When he was a kid, it used to scare him because he always felt like they were just staring at him, but as Justin got older he realized that he was the one in control and as long as he had the will power to keep his energy and their energy separate, then he could survive anything.
When he was seven he was haunted by the shadow man. He used to tell his mother and father all the time about how the shadow man would visit him at night and threaten him. They took him to a shrink who put him on drugs and that really fucked him up. Eventually he told the entity to leave him alone. He demanded it, desperately scared, but tired of his life being dictated by something that no one believed existed.
His mother sometimes seemed to believe him, but his father wouldn’t have it. When Justin was sixteen his great grandmother on his father’s side visited him. She asked him to tell her little Craig that she loved him and missed playing gin with him on Tuesdays after he came home from school. About a week after the incident he passed the message to his father and that was it. Justin was out of the picture.
After his parents divorced, his mother got a job selling houses and turned out to be really good at it. She gets enough money to pay his rent for him, as long as he can feed himself. She calls him about once a week, but never asks him about being clairvoyant. That topic is decidedly off limits.
So Justin goes about his life, he’s an artist, mostly drawing sketches of the spirits he sees. He loves to paint, but the hobby is way too expensive for him at this juncture of his life.
He goes about his days, living one day at a time, because it’s all he can do.
When he steps outside, his cell phone simultaneously vibrates in his pocket. He fishes it out with his glove covered fingers and answers it hastily.
“Hello?”
“Hey Justin, you out of work?” It’s Daphne of course. She knows the hours he works better then he does himself!
“Like you really have to ask that question?” He questions her with amusement lacing his words. She laughs.
“To be honest, I just watched you walk out… need a ride? I’m right in front of you…”
Justin looks around stupidly before his eyes rest of Daphne’s car, literally parallel parked right in front of his face.
“I don’t understand how you can see spirits and shit, yet you can’t even see my car directly in front of your stupid pale face,” Daphne muses once her friend has successfully climbed into the passenger seat of her car.
Justin laughs sarcastically. “Oh ha, ha, ha, very funny Daphne,” he rolls his eyes. She laughs pulling out into the street.
“So any freaky, dramatic, made-for-TV-drama spirit encounters today?”
She asks that everyday, always in a different way. Like just saying, “So did you talk to spirits today?” simply wouldn’t be conversationally acceptable for her.
“Actually kinda. I passed on a message to this hot guy,” Justin offers.
“Hot, I-wanna-rip-your-clothes-off hot, or hot as in I’d-do-him-but-he’s-nothing-special hot?” Daphne inquires like it’s an intelligible question.
Justin lets out a soft chuckle and blushes, “I definitely would have ripped off his clothes if I had the chance, but he’s way older…” Justin clarifies.
“So what was the message?” Daphne stops at a stop sign and turns right, not even thinking about where she’s going because driving Justin home is seriously on her auto-pilot.
“Well it started last night, you know that kid that was murdered?” Justin asks her.
“Duh, it’s only all over the radio and the news…”
“The kid was murdered and now he’s following this guy around, it’s crazy.”
“Do you think you’re supposed to help him or something?”
“Yeah right, Daph. That kind of shit really only happens in TV drama’s. I think you’ve been watching too many soap operas.”
Daphne quickly swats Justin on his leg. “Asshole, I do not. You’re the fucking drama queen in this relationship…”
Justin raises an eyebrow. “I dunno, hun. You kind of give me a run for my money…”
Daphne pouts for a long silent moment while Justin smirks evilly. He sees the spirit of an old man from the late 1930’s wearing a top hat walking down the street with a cane and shakes his head out of habit. The old man looks at him with something like a warning coming through his eyes. He tips his hat at Justin before continuing his stroll. Justin can feel the spirits energy. Blood will be spilled again tonight. He hates sensing the future.
“What’s that look for?” Daphne questions, curiously and maybe slightly concerned.
“I dunno. I just feel like something big is about to happen. I’m not really sure…”
Next
There's some insight into Justin. I wanted to keep it breif, yet explain a little about my take on the 'spiritual realm' while still informing you on his life story.
I'd really appreciate some feedback. Super thanks to everyone that's reviewed so far! Please continue!
Thanks for reading.
Jess.
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
Target:
Silken tan skin.
Brown eyes.
Sexy plump lips.
Hair curling around his face.
Abs to die for.
Position:
Dance floor.
Ten feet away.
Brian picks out his next trick tiredly, almost as if he doesn’t care. Of course, they have to meet all the initial requirements, and this new guy does. For one, he’s gotta be hot enough to catch Brian’s eye, which within itself is quite the accomplishment. Second of all, Brian’s pretty sure he hasn’t fucked him before, which is always the first question he asks himself when on the look-about.
Brian keeps his eyes on his prey, waiting patiently. In his younger days he would go after guys he wanted to fuck, loving every moment. Never once turned down… Now he finds more enjoyment reeling in any guy that he wants to fuck.
The process, according to Brian, all starts with eye contact.
He leans back against the bar and tips his drink up to his lips. Perfection… he thinks to himself relishing in the fact that the small movement caught his targets attention. He feels his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows down the cool liquid and knows all eyes are on him. When he finishes his drink, he places the bottle back on the bar and locks eyes with Mr. Sexy Lips still on the dance floor. When he walks to the backroom, it’s almost like the sea of moving bodies part, just for him. He steals a glance behind himself and there’s Mr. Sexy Lips who obviously knows when to take a hint. Brian smiles to himself, fulfilled.
*
Turns out Mr. Sexy Lip’s real name is Darren or Danny, or D- something. Oh well, it’s a lost cause anyway. After he sucked Brian’s cock, Brian decided he was good enough to invite to the loft. That part of the mission takes some more qualifications such as a higher standard of skills and abilities.
As the elevator to the Loft comes to a halt, Brian pulls Sexy Lips’ lips away from his neck and pulls open the door.
Sex Lips looks around with wonder at Brian’s place. He’s heard rumors about the loft; they flutter around the gay community like urban legends or myths. He knows it’s an honor to be standing here and looking with his own eyes.
“Nice place,” he whispers breathily.
Brian rolls his eyes. How many times have I heard that before?
“Thanks, the beds through there…” he replies pushing his guest inside and pointing to his bedroom. “I’ll meet you there in five,” he says deciding to get something to drink last minute.
“I love the furniture,” Damien(?) raves getting little to no reaction from Brian. The guy finally takes the hint and realizes his purpose here. While Brian drinks liquor out of the bottle, he heads into the man’s bedroom to undress.
As soon as he enters the bedroom area, he gets this feeling. This unexplainable prick that starts from the center of his back and spreads outwards until every hair on his skin feels like it’s sticking up. He involuntarily shivers, and feels goose bumps rise on his skin. That’s when it happens. Just when he thinks he can’t get any edgier, he swears to God, he feels a hand touch his back and shove him forward.
“What the-“
He whips around quickly and finds no one there.
“Is there a reason why you still have clothes on?” Brian questions while walking up the steps to his bed.
Sexy lips whips around again.
“What’s going on in here?” he asks, his voice sounding prissy. Brian furrows his brow, wobbling slightly on his feet, maybe a little more drunk then he thought.
“Well you’re supposed to undress and bend over and then I’ll-”
Suddenly there’s a loud crash from the kitchen and Brian reels around to find another one of his glasses, shattered on the floor.
“Who did that? How did that happen?” Sex Lips demands. He passes Brian and looks to where he heard the noise come from. He becomes paralyzed when he swears for a fraction of a second he saw a figure, it wasn’t there long enough to make out features, but he saw it, like a shadow in his mind, and that’s enough for him.
“Fuck this shit, I’m outta here,” he whimpers pathetically looking back a Brian.
Brian stands there watching as his trick literally runs out the door, not even closing it behind him. He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs dramatically. He walks to his door, avoiding the glass, and closes it. Then he puts his back to the door and looks around his loft.
“What the fuck do you want…” he yells, eyes scanning for a reaction.
Nothing happens… the lights don’t flicker. No more glasses break, not apparitions appear.
But words form in Brian head that he can’t explain… and he doesn’t like.
You can help me.
*
When Brian walks into the diner, its well passed midnight and Debbie is taking an order from a group of drugged up teenagers. He contemplates taking a seat at a booth, but decides to just sit at the counter instead. Naturally, after his trick left he located his tin and rolled a quick joint. Of course, the munchies set in, and while normally his self-control is superb, tonight was a total disaster and fuck it. He can afford the splurge from his diet. It’s not like he’s ‘riding the find line’ between thick and thin or anything.
“Coffee?”
Brian looks up alarmed, accustomed to Debbie’s voice being the one to snap him out of it. Instead he finds this blonde haired kid standing in front of him holding a coffee pot in each hand.
“Uh, no thanks,” he replies.
“Can I get you anything?” the blonde then continues.
“At this time of night, there’s only one thing he comes in for, besides reporting murders,” Debbie says from behind him, placing the teenagers’ orders on the revolver to the kitchen. “Lemon Squares!” she smiles excited almost like she just told a joke. Brian smiles without showing teeth.
“You got me,” he muses with her while the blonde kid takes it upon himself to grab his dessert. The kid places it on a plate. Brian deadpans him.
“Can I get it to go?” he questions, maybe slightly rude.
“Hey, be nice to sunshine, he’s new to Liberty Avenue and he’s scared by what he saw last night…”
“Sunshine?”
Brian watches as the blonde dubbed ‘Sunshine’ blushes, deeply. The redness of his cheeks makes him look adorable in contrast to his pale, smooth-looking skin.
“Your mommy bless you with such a name?” he asks raising an eyebrow.
“No, I did. You got a problem with that?” Deb replies while tossing a box at her surrogate son. Two guys walk in and take a seat at a booth. Debbie runs off to get their order.
“Uh, you know he’s following you?” the blonde kid suddenly asks.
Brian eyes furrow in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about… he says you’re supposed to help him, but you’re not doing a very good job. Too many e-ex-extra…curricular activities?”
The way the kid says the last part almost sounds like he’s saying it as he hears it. It kinda creeps Brian out. While he’s speaking, he puts Brian’s square into the box… but before Brian has any chance to talk back, the blonde kid disappears to the backroom with a tub of dishes and maybe Brian’s a little too freaked out to go after him.
*
After a long day at work, Debbie finally cuts Justin loose. She invites him over for dinner tomorrow night, when they both have the evening off, but Justin declines, gracefully. He grabs his P-coat along with his blue scarf and puts them on, preparing for the chilly weather outside.
It’s not often that a spirit asks him to give a message to someone and frankly, it kind of freaks him out. But he knows it’s a part of his life and its better to just go along with it than fight it. He knew once he first saw that dumpster boy’s spirit, he was probably going to see him again. Their eyes connected for a long moment, before Jason, Justin sensed that was his name, disappeared, following the man Debbie told him was Brian.
Justin’s weird. He knows that. Seeing dead people really isn’t that accepted in society. Since he was four he started seeing things that no one else could. The spirits seemed to float above the ground sometimes, and go about their business. Some spirits know that they’re dead and just want to stick around while others are still blissfully unaware. The ones that know that they’re dead, often notice Justin can see them. When he was a kid, it used to scare him because he always felt like they were just staring at him, but as Justin got older he realized that he was the one in control and as long as he had the will power to keep his energy and their energy separate, then he could survive anything.
When he was seven he was haunted by the shadow man. He used to tell his mother and father all the time about how the shadow man would visit him at night and threaten him. They took him to a shrink who put him on drugs and that really fucked him up. Eventually he told the entity to leave him alone. He demanded it, desperately scared, but tired of his life being dictated by something that no one believed existed.
His mother sometimes seemed to believe him, but his father wouldn’t have it. When Justin was sixteen his great grandmother on his father’s side visited him. She asked him to tell her little Craig that she loved him and missed playing gin with him on Tuesdays after he came home from school. About a week after the incident he passed the message to his father and that was it. Justin was out of the picture.
After his parents divorced, his mother got a job selling houses and turned out to be really good at it. She gets enough money to pay his rent for him, as long as he can feed himself. She calls him about once a week, but never asks him about being clairvoyant. That topic is decidedly off limits.
So Justin goes about his life, he’s an artist, mostly drawing sketches of the spirits he sees. He loves to paint, but the hobby is way too expensive for him at this juncture of his life.
He goes about his days, living one day at a time, because it’s all he can do.
When he steps outside, his cell phone simultaneously vibrates in his pocket. He fishes it out with his glove covered fingers and answers it hastily.
“Hello?”
“Hey Justin, you out of work?” It’s Daphne of course. She knows the hours he works better then he does himself!
“Like you really have to ask that question?” He questions her with amusement lacing his words. She laughs.
“To be honest, I just watched you walk out… need a ride? I’m right in front of you…”
Justin looks around stupidly before his eyes rest of Daphne’s car, literally parallel parked right in front of his face.
“I don’t understand how you can see spirits and shit, yet you can’t even see my car directly in front of your stupid pale face,” Daphne muses once her friend has successfully climbed into the passenger seat of her car.
Justin laughs sarcastically. “Oh ha, ha, ha, very funny Daphne,” he rolls his eyes. She laughs pulling out into the street.
“So any freaky, dramatic, made-for-TV-drama spirit encounters today?”
She asks that everyday, always in a different way. Like just saying, “So did you talk to spirits today?” simply wouldn’t be conversationally acceptable for her.
“Actually kinda. I passed on a message to this hot guy,” Justin offers.
“Hot, I-wanna-rip-your-clothes-off hot, or hot as in I’d-do-him-but-he’s-nothing-special hot?” Daphne inquires like it’s an intelligible question.
Justin lets out a soft chuckle and blushes, “I definitely would have ripped off his clothes if I had the chance, but he’s way older…” Justin clarifies.
“So what was the message?” Daphne stops at a stop sign and turns right, not even thinking about where she’s going because driving Justin home is seriously on her auto-pilot.
“Well it started last night, you know that kid that was murdered?” Justin asks her.
“Duh, it’s only all over the radio and the news…”
“The kid was murdered and now he’s following this guy around, it’s crazy.”
“Do you think you’re supposed to help him or something?”
“Yeah right, Daph. That kind of shit really only happens in TV drama’s. I think you’ve been watching too many soap operas.”
Daphne quickly swats Justin on his leg. “Asshole, I do not. You’re the fucking drama queen in this relationship…”
Justin raises an eyebrow. “I dunno, hun. You kind of give me a run for my money…”
Daphne pouts for a long silent moment while Justin smirks evilly. He sees the spirit of an old man from the late 1930’s wearing a top hat walking down the street with a cane and shakes his head out of habit. The old man looks at him with something like a warning coming through his eyes. He tips his hat at Justin before continuing his stroll. Justin can feel the spirits energy. Blood will be spilled again tonight. He hates sensing the future.
“What’s that look for?” Daphne questions, curiously and maybe slightly concerned.
“I dunno. I just feel like something big is about to happen. I’m not really sure…”
Next
There's some insight into Justin. I wanted to keep it breif, yet explain a little about my take on the 'spiritual realm' while still informing you on his life story.
I'd really appreciate some feedback. Super thanks to everyone that's reviewed so far! Please continue!
Thanks for reading.
Jess.