Queer as Folk Fan Fiction:
 Season Five Drabbles
by Severina

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Timeframe: Post Season Five
Written February 04, 2005

Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream she said
The one that makes me laugh she said
And threw her arms around my neck
~Just Like Heaven, The Cure

At his first showing in a major gallery, Justin easily makes his way through the crowds. He smiles genuinely at the praise. Nods seriously and discusses technique and motivation with the critics. Gladhands with the sponsors. Jokes deprecatingly with his family and friends. He glows.

Brian stands unobtrusively near the back of the exhibit hall, wine glass in hand, and follows Justin around the hall with his eyes. He’s not surprised. Justin has always been fearless, after all.

Justin sees him watching and calls him over. Kisses him. Introduces him as partner.

Brian now knows the true definition of pride.

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Timeframe: Episode 511
Written August 06, 2005 -- for Blogathon

Pull the ripchord
The chute has lost its sail
~Ripchord, Rilo Kiley

The tips of Brian’s fingers get cold every time he thinks of how close he came to losing everything.

He doesn’t believe in God, but he prayed during that fifteen minute ride to Babylon. Then he found Justin and, in a heartbeat, his world-view shifted. Now, he knows what he needs.

He never expected to propose marriage. However, once he’d made the decision, he sure as fuck never thought he’d be turned down.

So he sells the loft. He sells Babylon. He does whatever he has to do.

He knows he’s in freefall. And only Justin can save him now.

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Timeframe: Post Season Five
Written August 06, 2005 -- for Blogathon

If the water’s cold I just might swim
If the sun shines right, I might be here all day
~Drift On, Butterfly Boucher

Sometimes Justin wonders if the bashing was worse, or if he took a bad batch of E, and that somewhere his body lies attached to tubes and ventilators and everything that’s happened in the last five years is nothing more than a drug-induced dream. Because never could he imagine being in a park, having a picnic... with Brian Kinney.

He squints up at Brian, who pauses in the act of popping a grape into his mouth.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Justin smiles and rests his head on Brian’s stomach. If it’s not real, he decides that he doesn’t want to wake up.

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Feedback is always welcome
Severina

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