No One Ever Wrote of the Brothers of Christ - Interval
Title: No One Ever Wrote of the Brothers of Christ.
Chapter: Chapter Two: The Gift of an Interval.
Pairing: Brian Haner/Matt Sanders, Brian Haner/Jimmy Sullivan, various.
Rating: PG-15 - NC-17.
Word Count: 1386.
Summary: Brian is a perfectly generic young man. When he was young this was his dream - to live in New York with his best friend, taking photographs of the rich and the beautiful and the drugged. But in reality their apartment is falling into pieces, Jimmy's becoming all the more distant and he's scraping by with a career shooting crime scenes and redneck weddings - both of which are in a worryingly plentiful supply. But life is grey and dull, that's the reality of it, one he acknowledges happily; just like every other figure in the community of six billion known as monotonous humanity.

Only then bizarre events start occurring. Big and small, painful and pleasant, and their numbers are becoming all the more numerous. Brian's a cynic, he doesn't believe in this stuff. But when the man with the mirrored glasses appears he knows that the universe is falling off kilter.

The green eyed man making him remember things that never actually happened isn't helping much either.
Disclaimer: I don't own it because it doesn't exist. Which is deep. No, really.
Dedication: For heartsxrecycled who knows the dirty truth - she really is my eternal Jimmy.
Author's Note: I promised myself I would never write a self-harm fic. And even though it's a tiny little snipplet of a thing I'm still a little ashamed. But I think it's just angry enough, just dizzy enough to be Jimmy, even if it doesn't work. And to my most gorgeous promised betas - loves, I didn't send this out to you because it's just a moment of ranting backstory. The real mccoy will be heading your way soon.

0: Prologue
I: La Petite Mort

( "Keeping a child who can do sixth-grade work in a second-grade classroom is not saving that student's childhood but is instead robbing that child of the desire to learn." This quote is also known, in more polite circles, as 'bullshit'. )