A/N In real life, I' ve been to NY. I got to experience it for a full week. It was one of the most exciting experiences of my life!
Btw, all mistakes are my own as I have decided not to have a beta for this fandom any longer.
BIG TY! And SHOUT OUT to my best friend and *helper*, ie postings, images, moral booster, and amazing writer in her own right as Jameschick, Cassy!
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CHAPTER 4
Present tense, same night, still at Chelsea General Hospital, now inside Justin's room
Blackie had never felt so damn nervous.
And all over a boy.
A beautiful blond underage boy.
He held his breath as deep as an ocean azure eyes opened with hope shining through them, and a reedy voice hopefully croaked, "Brian! Is that you?"
Feeling as if he could gladly dismember Brian Kinney limb by limb, Brendan ducked his head, and then looked into heaven as he near whispered, "Ah, um, no, I'm Blackie, er, Brendan Storm, um, Blackie is my nickname. I'm the one that brought you in here, ah to this Hospital, you, you said to warn them and stuff, about your allergies? You had me get your wallet, and um, your cell phone so I could call Brian for you, don't you remember? So, ah, sorry I'm not him."
And, as he watched the light of hope burn slowly out of those suddenly sad little blue eyes, he felt himself grow SO damn angry at someone he'd never even met before!
That's IT! He was gonna call that rat faced fuck Kinney just ONE more time, and oh, he didn't know what yet, but, he'd figure it out as he went along!
Smiling at the tiny boy in the bed, he softly said, "Um, Justin? I really need to use the bathroom and, um."
Justin carefully turned his head looking pointedly at the restroom in HIS room, then turned his face toward the blushing tall man and quirked a sandy blond brow.
Blackie inwardly groaned, but kept his wits as he quickly thought of what to say next.
Almost snapping his fingers at his own cleverness he sweetly smiled and said,
"Oh, thank you but, um, the Hospital has rules against visitors using a patients bathroom."
Slowly he walked backwards out of the door as he said, "So, um, I'll just use the one down, waaaay down the hallway, and, hey! I'll be right back before you can even miss me!"
Justin just watched as the strange yet beautiful man stumbled his way out of the door, then closed his eyes seeing the face of his god Brian Kinney, one lone tear slipped un noticed down his face.
Walking quickly to the lounge part, Blackie fumbled with Justin's phone as he punched Brian's number.
~Back at the loft in Pittsburgh~
The ringing of the phone brought Brian out of his bedroom to answer it.
He had sent Mikey to the corner store to purchase him some rubbers, as he was all out, and he'd planned later on at Babylon to be fucking Justin out of his mind, heart and body.
Picking up the phone he cheerfully said, "Kinney here."
Blackie stared at the phone, then placed it back up to his ear as he doubtfully asked, "Is this Brian, Brian Kinney?"
Brian chuckled darkly at the pretty male voice and snarked, "Yeah, the one and only Princess, how can I help you? But, make it quick, I have to..."
The pretty Princess voice grew suddenly frosty as it rudely interrupted him, and snarked back, "Yeah, I know, I know, Kinney, you have to meet your minions at some dumb club and get your BIG ole cock worshiped! Whoop da fuckity doo!"
This time, it was Brian who stared at the phone.
Then over at his caller ID.
Feeling his body grow numb as he was now noticing that it was Justin's cell, he loudly growled,
"Okay ass-wipe! Just WHO the FUCK are you, and WHERE in the FUCK is Justin!? And, most importantly asshole, just HOW in the fuck did you get his phone anyway?" Brian hotly demanded, feeling himself grow uneasy.
Blackie was confused.
Not less than an hour ago, Mr. Kinney couldn't even of been bothered by his, 'NOPE' he told himself, 'NOT going there.' Bothered by his X friend, yes, he could think of the tiny blond boy and this obviously older dude's, this man's, oh shit! The guy as a former friend of Justin's.
'So, what had happened', he wondered, 'to have changed Brian's mind so quickly'?
"Um, listen Kinney," Blackie said carefully, trying to calm his own racing pulse, as well as soothe the agitation of the man on the other end of the phone.
"I just wanted you to know, well, when I had called you earlier, a little while ago, I'd tried to tell you, um, well, the Doctors have told me, that Justin will be just fine. He survived the surgery, and, ah, they were able to save his arm, and all, but, he'll have to stay in the..."
"WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Bellowed an enraged Brian Kinney, a Brian Kinney that made the one he'd had the misfortune to speak with earlier, seem like a sweet stranger.
Blackie winced, and looked apologetically over at the two older women sitting next to him, obviously shamelessly eavesdropping.
The tiny one with blue hair huffed lightly then looking at Blackie and tisk-tisked, as she arched a fine drawn on brow.
Smiling brightly, she told her white haired companion knowingly, "Must be a lovers tiff Cealy, I saw one last night on that new 24 hour gay soaps show I just love! Kane was angry with Jon, and they were fighting SO loudly! But, then? Kane pounced on Jon, who swooned, and they fucked like bunnies, and all was soon well!" She crowed, throwing up her thin blue veined hands, and smirking knowingly at a shocked Blackie.
Winking at the horrified look on Blackie’s face, she then reached up a wrinkly hand and patted him, cooing, "There, there son, you just hurry home to your man, toss him over your shoulder, take him into your bedroom, and throw him onto your bed, and then fuck his brains out!"
Brian listened carefully as he heard some old bat tell Mr. Pretty voice some sage advice.
Then, realizing what he was doing he screamed,
"HEY YOU, WHO EVER THE FUCK YOU ARE, WHAT IN THE FUCK HAS HAPPENED TO MY BABY!? I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU'VE LAID ONE FUCKIN' FINGER ON HIS PRECIOUS SKIN! DO YOU HEAR ME!!! KILL YOU! BEAT YOU BLOODY I WILL!" Brian roared.
Blackie almost dropped the phone.
Smiling a tight smile at the obviously insane old ladies, he stood up, quickly turning his body away from their prying eyes as he hissed, "NO, now, now, you listen here Kinney! I already have told you all I'm going to on the subject of Justin. I have helped your young lo, er, friend, and dammit, you should be thanking me, instead of calling out for my blood like some deranged Dracula! NOW! You calm THE FUCK down Brian, and talk to me. No more yelling, or shouting, because dammit, my fuckin' ears hurt!"
Brian darkly chucked as two and two was slammed together, and he smelt a rat.
As he heard Michael's bellow of "Brian, hey! Open the damn door my hands are full!"
Said rat is what he came up with.
'That little fucker.' He thought. Oh Mikey you are in for a WORLD of hurt my soon to be X best friend.
Taking a calming breath, as he ignored the banging and clanging of an impatient little foot against his heavy metal loft door, Brian said sweetly into the phone, "What is your name please? And, will you tell me how to get to the Hospital where Justin is being held in?"
Blackie looked at the phone, then put it back to his ear as he thought, 'That's it! I am going to move heaven and earth to keep this quack away from the boy! Brian Kinney was a head case obviously. Angry one minute, mad as a turkey who just found out he was Thanksgiving dinner the next! He'd do as he'd promised Baby Blu, and tell the man that Justin was all right and give him any information, and then let Brian Kinney make up his own mind to see the boy or not.'
Clearing his throat, he just as sweetly said, I'm Brendan, Brendan Storm, but, I also go by the name Blackie. Justin is fine, and he's being looked after at Chelsea Hospital. You may come and visit him if you wish?" He inquired, hoping against hope that psycho Brian would arise and blast him a new one, to go with the several other ones he'd already given him.
Hopes were dashed as the voice on the other end darkly purred, "I'm on my way. What's the room number please?"
"208." Was the quiet reply just before the click.
Brian shakily sighed as he sat the phone back into it's cradle.
Noticing the blinking lights, he bit his lip, and then pushing the secret back up record button, he pressed the rewind button.
Shocked beyond belief as he heard his so called best friend pretend to be him as Blackie and Michael verbally duked it out, his blood then had run icy cold as he'd heard Mikey's incriminatingly angry mutterings.
THAT LITTLE FUCK! HE'D KILL HIM! FUCK! HE HAD PAID FOR SOMEONE TO ROB ME!!!??? HE HAD SET UP JUSTIN TO GET RID OF HIM! WHAT THE FUCK!!???
Putting his hands over his face it hit him hard.
Oh
My
God...
That HAD been Justin he'd seen after all, and obviously, the tall dark and handsome stranger was the sex on legs stranger he'd seen hovering over his baby, covering him, protecting him, and it should of been him, NOT that guy reassuring Justin, standing guard over his gurney earlier too.
Without even thinking, he grabbed his black leather jacket and swung it on. Slamming his smokes and lighter, he quickly pocketed them. Grabbing his keys, he raced for his Jeep with one thought on his mind. 'Justin!'
Almost knocking Michael to the ground as the large bag of rubbers flew one way and the even larger bags of Chinese take out went another, Brian growled, "I have to leave."
Making sure to set his alarm, he quickly changed his code, and then looked pointedly at a very guilty looking Michael, as he said, "Cause I know this time, YOU are the last one to be here, NOTHING had better be missing when I return!"
Although he was tired, Brian drove like the devil himself was chasing him. No stops, just a straight thru run.
Before he knew it, he was in the parking lot of the Hospital Blackie had told him Justin was inside.
Slamming the Jeep into a tight visitors parking spot, he quickly got out of the vehicle, barely remembering to grab his keys before he locked the doors, as he was soon running toward the doors of the tall building that now housed his love.
Skidding around the corner, he came upon a big desk with a sour faced blonde bombshell with huge fuckin' tits sitting primly behind it.
Big tits glared at him as she hissed, "NO RUNNING ALLOWED!"
Brian smirked back, "Sorry, now, tell me how Justin Taylor is doing, and where I can find room 208!" He snarled as he leaned over her desk, now almost nose to nose with her.
Big Tit's blanched as she thought, 'Oh no! Not more damn fags! And this one's JUST as good looking and smart-ass mouthed as the other one too!'
"That little fuck Justin Taylor had ALL the luck!" Big Tit's mumbled grouchily but her words were caught in her throat as Brian's hand wrapped around it.
Darkly he softly said, "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear you say that. Now, be a good little clown and tell me, just how he's doing, and where his room is!"
Suddenly, a pair of bigger hands unwrapped his own from her reddening throat, and jerked him backwards hard, dragging him away from the front desk, and around the corner, into the men’s room.
Looking up into the darkest pair of jade eyes he'd ever seen, the dark haired man hissed at Brian saying, "You must be Brian Kinney, cause son, no one else would be so stupid as to not only threaten a fuckin' ER Nurse, but to actually lay their hands on her to boot!"