Title: Scared to admit it
Author: Polly
Rating: G
Archive Permission: ATP and Always, all others ask first
Feedback Sent To: On Brian and Michael Yahoo list or at yummyshades@yahoo.com
Status: New, Complete
Category: POV – sort of
Disclaimers: QAF owns the characters, but all original dialogue is mine. Any further use is by permission of the Author only.
Spoilers: Season 4 Ep 401
Summary: Conversation between Michael and Brian during the scene where Michael returns Brian's car and how Brian really feels rather than what he says.
Notes: Hope you like it. This is a very last minute effort. Unbeta’d so all the mistakes are mine. Oh, and CowLip is responsible for the inconsistency errors - I know when they met even if CowLip doesn't.
Warnings: If you do not want to know what is going to happen in the Premier Episode of Season 4 DO NOT read this story.
Asterisks indicate action in the scene – Parenthesis indicates thought.
B: At least it is still in one piece.
(I am glad you are too.)
M: You’ll be happy to know hunter and I are both ok too.
*Michael hands the Corvette keys to Brian and Brian snatches them away looking extremely annoyed.*
(I would have killed that little brat if you weren’t.)
B: Umm, what’s this?
(Can’t let him know I missed him.)
M: Burger box.
B: You ate in my car???
(Don’t ever worry me like that again!)
M: We were in a hurry to get home! We didn’t want to stop.
B: So you turn my car into a recycling bin?? Christ! It’s like that time in 7th grade and I lent you my brand new 10 speed? You brought it back? The fender was crushed. My seat was torn …
(Well you took your goddamn time getting home! Don’t you know how worried I was about you? What if you got hurt and I wasn’t there to help you? Just like when we were kids. You are my responsibility to keep safe!)
M: I was hit by a bus!!!!!
B: Well, this is the last time I ever loan you …
(Don’t you ever leave like that again!)
*Michael kisses Brian and holds it for a few moments before Brian breaks away.*
B: What was that for?
(Why do you still love me?)
M: For giving me the wheels right out from under you for no good reason. Other than… you love me.
*Brian looks at Michael’s lips and sways ever so slightly towards him.*
(Kiss me again. I love it when you kiss me. No one kisses me like you do.)
B: You’re pathetic. And so is this car. So I have just enough time to get it washed. How do I look?
(I love you so much. I’m so pathetic. I am so nervous about this job. Tell me it will all work out.)
M: Like a million bucks.
B: Don’t sell me short.
(How much do you believe in me?)
M: 10
*Brian gets in his car.*
B: Wish me luck.
(I’m scared. Kiss me again.)
M: You don’t need it.
*Brian reached underneath him, throws out a soda can he finds and hits Michael with it.*
(I always need it. I’ll always need you.)
*The car tires screech as he pulls away.*