Challenge # 47: Icons Author: Rebel Challenge: For this icon:
Author's Notes: This is the continuation of my puppy drabbles series in which I fix the Season Five breakup arc by having Justin get a puppy, based on my meta here. The series started here and is linked as you go along. Condoms: 4 to Justin
In the Alley
Justin walked down the street thinking about all the places he and Brian had been together. Backrooms and bars, dance floors and the diner. Alleys in the cold, putting up posters to defeat Stockwell.
Justin smiled and traced his finger along the old, ragged edge of one of them, showing through the worn remains of some flyer for a concert that was over a month ago.
As he was heading for the sidewalk, he heard a sound from over by the dumpster. He frowned, and walked in that direction, and saw, on a scrap of newspaper, a shivering black puppy.
On the Street
Justin had the puppy inside his down jacket before he really registered what having a scared, cold, wet living creature next to his thin shirt would mean.
It meant Justin got wet, and it meant that that puppy's violent efforts to get free pretty much were guaranteed to result in a torn, dirty shirt and a few scratches.
But the little dog figured out soon enough that he was the warmest he'd been in days, and pretty soon, he stopped trying to get away. By the time Justin got to the loft, the puppy was sound asleep against his chest.
At the Loft
Brian pushed open the door and heard Justin talking on the phone. He could tell because Justin had this very different voice he only used on the phone. And then Brian stopped walking into the loft because in addition to the phone in his hand, Justin had a black puppy curled on his lap.
Justin put his hand over the phone and frowned at Brian. "Don't say one word. He's not staying."
Brian put his briefcase on the kitchen counter. "You're fucking right he's not staying."
Justin went back to the phone. "Yes, I'll bring him in the morning. Thanks."
At the Loft 2
Brian was unfastening his tie in the bedroom when Justin walked in. "It's just for tonight."
Brian grunted, and stripped off his shirt.
"I'm dropping him at the shelter tomorrow."
"Fine." Brian dropped his pants and headed for the shower. Justin stood by the bed, staring at the bathroom door.
When Brian was leaving, Justin was sitting cross-legged on the floor, feeding leftover Thai food to the puppy.
Brian didn't hesitate on his way out the door. But when it closed behind him, he stood on the landing for a minute, then shook his head and ran down the stairs.