In between, Part 5 (Cancer Fic)
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soulmatejunkeeTitle: In Between, Part 5/20
Author:soulmatejunkee
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: What happened between episode 4.09 and 4.10 (POV’s). It starts right after "Eat some fucking chicken soup"
Word Count: 500 words (drabbles)
Summary: I am writing on it since weeks, so I just thought, maybe I should start posting it
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It's all CowLip and Showtime.
A/N: Beta byqafkinnetik - thanks a lot. Every comment is welcome. Let me know what you think. Thanks!
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Author:
soulmatejunkee Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: What happened between episode 4.09 and 4.10 (POV’s). It starts right after "Eat some fucking chicken soup"
Word Count: 500 words (drabbles)
Summary: I am writing on it since weeks, so I just thought, maybe I should start posting it
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It's all CowLip and Showtime.
A/N: Beta by
qafkinnetik - thanks a lot. Every comment is welcome. Let me know what you think. Thanks! 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
Brian's POV
1)
"When was the last radiation?“ Justin asked.
"Yesterday, and it was the first.“
"When will be the next?“
"Monday.“
"Okay.“
It was obvious what he was thinking. I shook my head. "You won’t come with me.“
"You bet your ass I will, try to stop me.“
I sighed. The vomiting had started one hour after the radiation and I didn’t want him to see me like that. Sick, weak and helpless. It was disgusting, even for me. When it started I just wanted to crawl out of my sick, weak and imperfect body and find another one, a better one.
2)
"And you won’t go to work that day and also not the day after. And don’t argue with me. The job isn’t as important as your health.“
There was no way out for me, so I gave in. I wondered if he could handle it, and I wondered if I could handle it. And fuck, he was right. It was stupid to think I could handle this on my own. I could barely think. I needed help. I needed him.
"It’s not that I get much done at work anyway,“ I shrugged. "Are we done with the interview, Dr. Taylor?“
3)
Justin’s POV
I was really impressed that he gave in so easily; I didn’t expect that. I was sure he would try to argue with me. He just laid there, holding my hand and looking tired. I put my free hand against his cheek and he leaned into it and closed his eyes. How could he ever think I would leave him just because of a fucking ball? Who cares about one ball or two? I rolled my eyes – he cared about it.
"Yes, we are done,“ I nodded and took my hand away from his cheek. "Lets take off your clothes.“
4)
When I started to unbutton his shirt, he started to argue. "No, I can do it by myself.“
It reminded me of the night two weeks ago after we left Babylon. When he was so fucking tired that he wasn’t really able to get out of his clothes by himself, when he tried to make me believe that it was all just jetlag.
I decided to let him do it. It’s not that I couldn’t understand that he hated it to be unable to do the easiest things by himself. Normally, getting undressed is one of Brian Kinney's easiest practices.
5)
I knew he was in pain, and that he could barely move without feeling the pain. It seemed that he needed a whole fucking minute for every single button. It seemed as if he was falling asleep while doing it. I knew he wouldn’t ask me for help. I took a deep breath.
"If you would let me help you, it wouldn’t hurt that much, and it would go a lot faster. It wouldn’t emasculate you and the soup wouldn’t be cold before you’re done.“
He shook his head and kept unbuttoning his shirt slowly. "I don’t want any soup.“
TBC
1)
"When was the last radiation?“ Justin asked.
"Yesterday, and it was the first.“
"When will be the next?“
"Monday.“
"Okay.“
It was obvious what he was thinking. I shook my head. "You won’t come with me.“
"You bet your ass I will, try to stop me.“
I sighed. The vomiting had started one hour after the radiation and I didn’t want him to see me like that. Sick, weak and helpless. It was disgusting, even for me. When it started I just wanted to crawl out of my sick, weak and imperfect body and find another one, a better one.
2)
"And you won’t go to work that day and also not the day after. And don’t argue with me. The job isn’t as important as your health.“
There was no way out for me, so I gave in. I wondered if he could handle it, and I wondered if I could handle it. And fuck, he was right. It was stupid to think I could handle this on my own. I could barely think. I needed help. I needed him.
"It’s not that I get much done at work anyway,“ I shrugged. "Are we done with the interview, Dr. Taylor?“
3)
Justin’s POV
I was really impressed that he gave in so easily; I didn’t expect that. I was sure he would try to argue with me. He just laid there, holding my hand and looking tired. I put my free hand against his cheek and he leaned into it and closed his eyes. How could he ever think I would leave him just because of a fucking ball? Who cares about one ball or two? I rolled my eyes – he cared about it.
"Yes, we are done,“ I nodded and took my hand away from his cheek. "Lets take off your clothes.“
4)
When I started to unbutton his shirt, he started to argue. "No, I can do it by myself.“
It reminded me of the night two weeks ago after we left Babylon. When he was so fucking tired that he wasn’t really able to get out of his clothes by himself, when he tried to make me believe that it was all just jetlag.
I decided to let him do it. It’s not that I couldn’t understand that he hated it to be unable to do the easiest things by himself. Normally, getting undressed is one of Brian Kinney's easiest practices.
5)
I knew he was in pain, and that he could barely move without feeling the pain. It seemed that he needed a whole fucking minute for every single button. It seemed as if he was falling asleep while doing it. I knew he wouldn’t ask me for help. I took a deep breath.
"If you would let me help you, it wouldn’t hurt that much, and it would go a lot faster. It wouldn’t emasculate you and the soup wouldn’t be cold before you’re done.“
He shook his head and kept unbuttoning his shirt slowly. "I don’t want any soup.“
TBC