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slashthedrabble2005-09-10 05:13 pm
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Queer as Folk ficlet
Short 200 word ficlet for this week's challenge.
Title: It hurt
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Warning: Season 5 spoilers
Site: Eroticisms
It hurt. Right there in the middle of his chest. The moment he heard about the bombing at Babylon on the cabbie's radio, the pain had settled in. The only thing he knew could take it away was knowing Justin was okay. Seeing him, holding him, touching him. He knew things weren't the best for them right now, but none of that mattered. All that did matter was that this man was okay. Everything else came second. Babylon. Some drunken party he had planned to fly off to. All that mattered was Justin.
Tearing through the ruins of his business, he saw the bodies, he saw those still alive, but injured, make their way out of the once glowing building. He saw friends of his, people he had known for years, but he couldn't stop. Not yet. He had no time. For all he knew, Justin lay under some rubble somewhere in the building.
Brian stopped, the breath leaving his body, the pain easing just a bit when he saw Justin standing there. Hurt, but not terribly so. He stood there for a moment before he stepped forward, taking the younger man into his arms. For now that's all he wanted. The rest would come. It always did.
Title: It hurt
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Warning: Season 5 spoilers
Site: Eroticisms
It hurt. Right there in the middle of his chest. The moment he heard about the bombing at Babylon on the cabbie's radio, the pain had settled in. The only thing he knew could take it away was knowing Justin was okay. Seeing him, holding him, touching him. He knew things weren't the best for them right now, but none of that mattered. All that did matter was that this man was okay. Everything else came second. Babylon. Some drunken party he had planned to fly off to. All that mattered was Justin.
Tearing through the ruins of his business, he saw the bodies, he saw those still alive, but injured, make their way out of the once glowing building. He saw friends of his, people he had known for years, but he couldn't stop. Not yet. He had no time. For all he knew, Justin lay under some rubble somewhere in the building.
Brian stopped, the breath leaving his body, the pain easing just a bit when he saw Justin standing there. Hurt, but not terribly so. He stood there for a moment before he stepped forward, taking the younger man into his arms. For now that's all he wanted. The rest would come. It always did.