The Loft The banging at the door and the continuous yells of ’Justin’ echoed through the quiet, blacked out loft, waking its owner from his slumber as he threw a glance at his bed partner. Who wasn’t who it was supposed to be. Then he spotted the clock. 4:15am. And where the fuck was Justin?! Rubbing his eyes, he rolled off the bed, his hands clumsily pulling up his jeans as he slid open the loft door to reveal a frantic looking Mikey; who in turn pushed Brian out the way and started pacing through his best friends home, “JUSTIN!” a few steps the other way, “JUSTIN!” Then he stalked into the bedroom, “JUSTIN!” A yelp drew all attention to the trick who fell out the bed before Michael all but ran towards the bathroom, “JUSTIN!” he screamed loudly before stomping back to Brian, who looked perplexed to say the least. “Umm, Mikey. Is there a reason as to why you’re running about my loft at 4am calling out for Justin, who’s obviously not here?” Michael froze. “N-Not here?” There was evident dread in his voice as he looked at Brian, “But he c-can’t not be here, I mean, I-I sent him home 4 hours ago!” came the stuttered voice as he gulped. Brian looked at Mikey from under his eyebrows with shocked malice, “You let Justin walk home alone from Babylon!?” his words were said slowly, enunciated clearly in a bid to hide the anger which was evidentially there as he found himself reaching for the phone and hitting speed dial #1. “Hello?” Brian stared at the phone as if it were an alien object. The speaker really didn’t sound like Justin. It sounded…female. And that female wasn’t Daphne or Jen. “Justin?” he tried and the woman scoffed. “Hardly but that’s who our John Doe is” Brian’s eyes widened, Mikey looking at Brian is concerned confusion, “Your WHAT!?” he spluttered, feeling as if his heart was being crushed. “Our John Doe, ‘Justin’ is being held in Allegheny hospital. He was brought in wounded…” There was muffled voices in the background as someone ordered for someone to be restrained before Brian could finally make out Justin’s voice. “I’M FUCKING FINE!!! LEMME GO HOME!” The caller tutted, “You might wish to come get him. He refuses to speak to anyone bu…” She didn’t get to finish before Brian had hung up and was grabbing his jacket, rushing out the loft. Allegheny Hospital Since being brought in, the blonde who was currently sat on (no, make that strapped to) a bed, had done nothing but scowl at the nurses and doctors who’d come to see to him, spitting abuse at them left, right and centre. He just wanted to go home. He knew Brian knew where he was, he’d been pretty pissed at the nurse for telling him where he was, no doubt Brian wouldn’t let him out without an escort from now on. But hell, he was already an hour past curfew. Here he was, a black eye, split lip and several bruised ribs, not to mention what seemed to be a broken wrist (he refused to let anyone close enough to check) and all he was worried about was the bloody curfew. How typically Justin. His blonde hair hung over his eyes in a greasy mess which reminded him all too much to the fiddler, a thought which made him visibly gag and almost made him ask for a shower. The door swung open to reveal a very ruffled looking Brian, whose eyes were resting dangerously on Justin, causing the younger blonde to gulp as his lover slowly and quietly shut the door before stepping towards him. Now he wished he could move. “B-Brian?” he managed to squeak out, looking absolutely terrified. The brunette sat on the edge of the bed, one hand on his thigh (causing him to whimper) whilst the other touched the stitched gash on his cheek, “What were you thinking? Leaving Babylon alone Sunshine?” Justin blinked in confusion. “Alone? But Brian…I left with Michael” ~~~~~~~~ Brian POV Okay, that’s not what I expected to hear from my blonde as I stare at him, confusion etched on my features as I blink a few times, “Excuse me?” Justin looks at me with scared blue eyes, “I was with Michael, he…he made me meet up with a friend of his. That friend, who did…this”, he said, looking away from me as I was finally able to take in the extent of the damage done to my Golden Boy. My Justin. “What friend?” I ask, my voice low and bordering on menacing as I traced my fingers over his cut arm, trying to ignore the wrist in the cast as he sighed. “C…It was Cody” I’m going to kill them both. “Let’s take you home Sunshine”, I whisper, removing the straps and helping my still fully dressed twink up, assisting him to the door with an arm round his waist, leading him to the car. ~~~~~~~~ They arrived back at the loft, Justin limping so slowly up the stairs he may as well have been going backwards. Taking pity, Brian wrapped his arm around said boys middle and helped him. They were met by Mikey and the trick at the top of the stairs. And it took all Justin’s strength to hold his lover back from jumping on Mikey and ripping him a new asshole. The trick (lets, for sake of argument call him Bob, seeing as Brian sure as hell doesn’t remember his name) eyes Justin up warily, a put out look on his face at the hold Brian has him in as he snarls (literally) at Michael, “You, out, now! Both of you!” he snaps and he probably would have pushed them out had he not been being used as a leaning post. “Bri…” came the mumble from his charge who was dead on his feet and just wanted to go to bed. So, after depositing Justin in the bed, and watching the sleepy blonde cocoon himself in the duvet before turning back towards Michael, a fake yet wide smile plastered on his lips. “So Michael”, just from that the man paled considerably, “I hear you’re friends with Mr. Bell then?” he asked, Mikey immediately choosing to go on the defensive. “What’s that little twat been telling you? You’re seriously not telling me you believe him over me!” He’d begun to shriek, causing Brian to cast a quick glance towards a sleeping Justin, “Of course I believe him. Did you not look at him? He’s had the shit beaten out of him! He’s got a broken wrist and at least two broke fingers! Are you telling me he did this himself? And Justin isn’t stupid enough to leave Babylon alone!” he lowered his voice, “And I seriously doubt either Ted nor Emmett would let him out of their sight long enough for him to leave!” All Michael could do was squeak and run out the door leaving the trick-I-named-Bob, to face the brunt of Brian’s anger.