Yvonne Reid (yvonnereid) wrote,
Yvonne Reid

I Need You In My Life Chapter Three

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Title: I Need You In My Life
Timeline: Season one Episode One (after the boys walk out of Babylon)
Rated: Any age I think (for this chapter)
Summary: Justin meets a man on the same night he finds something out about himself. He has a gift but how will this affect his life?
Chapter: 3 of ?
Banner: Ali little_sister made the gorgeous banner *loves her*
Beta: Judy bigj52 thank you so much Judy *loves her*
Disclaimer: Cowlip and Showtime own the boys,I'm just using them for this story. No money is being made by me from this.
AN:It looks like I will be taking this down a supernatural road (It's not going to be a cross over with the TV series Supernatural) and I have had the banner replaced to match the story correctly,no disrespect intended to anyone.

Previous Chapters Chapter One Chapter Two

When Justin arrived at Daphne’s, he let himself in through the back door. Daphne was sitting on the sofa in front of the open fire she had just lit. “It’s freezing here, so I figured I should light it,” she said, when Justin looked at her questioningly.

“You’re very domesticated. You’ll make a great wife for some lucky guy,” Justin said before snickering.

“Shut up,” Daphne told Justin.

“Ok, so do you want to tell me what happened last night?” she asked. She had an idea but she wanted Justin to tell her, just in case she was wrong.

“No, wait. I’ll grab us some coffee and a snack first, then you can tell me everything, and I mean everything. Leave nothing out,” Daphne said, before rushing off to the kitchen.

When Daphne returned, she sat next to Justin on the sofa and placed their coffee and two croissants on the coffee table in front of them. “So?” she asked. “You said you didn’t want to talk about what happened through texts. So what happened? Tell me.”

Justin leaned forward and took a croissant, and sat back again.

He had told Daphne through texts, that he and Brian were up the whole night looking up stuff on the Internet, trying to find answers to what had happened to him last night, but Daphne had yet to learn exactly what that was. “So talk to me, Justin. What the hell happened last night?”

Sighing deeply, Justin decided to tell Daphne the simple facts. “I had visions last night. You and I were walking along Liberty Avenue, and I saw a sign fall on top of a guy, Brian actually, and it killed him. That’s how I knew that was going to happen. I saw it, it just flashed inside my eyes or something. It really freaked me out. Then it happened again at Brian’s loft when he kissed me. This time I saw two women in a hospital bed, holding a baby. A few women sat around the bed. It turned out they were friends of the couple, Justin told her. “And then it passed, and I heard a woman’s voice saying that they were trying to reach Brian because Lindsay was in labour, and someone said the name ‘Gus’, too,” Justin said. “It felt really weird.”

Daphne had a strange look on her face that Justin couldn’t quite place, but he thought it might have been the same look that Brian had last night. “I know it sounds crazy, but I’m telling you the truth, Daph. I don’t know what is going on or why this even happened to me.”

While rubbing her chin, Daphne asked, “What did Brian say?”

“He gave me the same look you’re giving me right now, and checked his messages. The same voice with the same words sounded out on his voice mail. I knew he’d want answers, but I told him to go to the hospital and we’d talk soon, then I let myself out.” Justin told her.

As Justin started eating the croissant, Daphne tried to process what he had just told her. Visions?

“Ok, so let me get this straight. You had visions last night of something happening before it did?”

“Yeah, I did. And I can’t explain why, anymore than you or Brian can,” he said. “So we’re in the dark about it as much as you are.”

Daphne sat back on the sofa with her coffee, the croissant on the table forgotten.

“Maybe you’re from a different planet, like Krypton or something,” she suggested. “It could be you were bitten by a spider, or maybe you are something like Batman or The Incredible Hulk.”

Justin rolled his eyes. “Daphne, I am not from the planet Krypton, I didn’t get bitten by a spider and I am not Batman or The Incredible Hulk. Those are all fictional characters made up for TV and comic books, and they have absolutely nothing to do with my situation whatsoever. Why would you even think along those lines to begin with?” Justin asked.

“Because I can’t think of a logical explanation?” she asked, and gave a small laugh.

Justin smiled. He knew Daphne meant well.

“And you think what you just suggested is a logical explanation?”

Daphne looked down at her feet. “So, what are you going to do now then?”

Justin yawned. “I have no idea. I can’t even think straight right now, I’m so tired.”

“It’s because you never slept last night. Come on, come with me,” Daphne said as she got to her feet and took Justin’s hand.

“Why? Where are we going?” Justin asked.

“We are going to bed. I never slept much last night either, and you look like you could sleep standing up,” she told him.

Justin followed Daphne up the stairs. When they got into Daphne’s room, Justin removed his sneakers, trousers and jacket, leaving on his boxers, t-shirt and socks.

Daphne was already wearing her pyjamas anyway, so she didn’t need to change.

They both got into Daphne’s bed, and Daphne curled up in behind Justin. “Justin, whatever happens, I want you to know I will be here for you,” she told him, before wrapping her arm around his waist and curling up behind him.

Justin put his arm over hers. “Thanks, Daph, that means a lot to me,” he told her.

Sleep claimed them both very quickly.

A few hours later, Justin was woken by his cell. “Hello.”

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Brian asked.

Justin slowly sat up, stretching his legs, “Brian, is that you?”

“Yeah, I looked you up in the phone book. There aren’t that many Taylors in

The Pitts. Your house phone number was easy enough to find, after I got through to four other people first. Anyway, I talked to your mom and said I was to do with the college, and needed to talk to you personally. She gave me your cell number,” Brian told him.

Justin got out of the bed and left the bedroom where Daphne was still sleeping.

“Did you find out anything new?” Justin asked, feeling hopeful.

“I didn’t, no. But I think I might know of someone who might be able to help you. So can you meet me at around seven outside Woody’s on Liberty Avenue?”

“I don’t think I know where Woody’s is, but I’ll find it. Ok then, I’ll see you at seven,” Justin replied.

“No, wait. I can pick you up at your house if you want,” Brian suggested, making it easier for Justin.

“Yeah, that’s a better idea. Ring my cell when you’re in the area, and I’ll come out to you. We can meet at the park nearby,” Justin told him.

Both men hung up, and Justin was beginning to feel that maybe, just maybe, this evening he would find out about what was happening with him. Until then, it was going to be a long day.

When Daphne woke up some time later, she made her and Justin some lunch and suggested they go into the town to have a look around some shops.

Justin loved walking around the jewellery and nicnac stalls in the market, while Daphne checked out the skirts section He decided now would be the time to buy himself a new wallet.

There were many different wallets Justin could have chosen, but the one that caught his attention was a black one with what looked like a pride flag in the middle, and a unicorn head at the bottom corner. There was just something about it - he had to have it.

A little while later Justin and Daphne went to a nearby diner to have a snack. “So, Brian said he knows someone who can help you, huh? I really hope you can get to the bottom of what is going on, Justin,” Daphne told her friend. “And Brian seems to really care a lot, which is weird considering you only met him last night,” she continued as she ate some more of her snack.

“Perhaps he feels that he owes me something. I did save his life last night,” Justin said. He really didn’t know what to think about who Brian would be taking him to see. It could turn out that he or she would know about as much as they did, and he’d be back at square one again.

After they left the diner, Daphne called a cab to take her home first, “Will you call me later and let me know what happens?” she asked.

Justin kissed her cheek, and replied, “I promise,” before they parted ways.

It was around four o’clock when Justin got home. His parents were still at work and his sister, Molly was still at school, so he decided to boot up his laptop and Google visions again, just in case he and Brian missed something. They hadn’t. He couldn’t find anything new at all. So he turned it off and took a shower.

After he showered, he picked out his favourite blue jumper and his black jeans, and got dressed. Deciding to read for a while, Justin searched his bedroom for a book.

When Justin got Brian’s phone call at ten to seven, his mom had already called and said she had picked Molly up and had gone to her sister’s house. They wouldn’t be back until after ten, and his dad was working late. Justin told her he would probably sleep at Daphne’s house again that night.

Brian had parked his jeep a block away from Justin’s house, right beside the playground just as he had said. When Justin got into the jeep, Brian smiled and leaned across to kiss him. “You look hot, Justin. Blue is definitely your colour,” he told him.

“Thanks, Brian. So where are we going? You said you know someone who might be able to help me. I hope he can. Or is it a she?” Justin asked.

“It’s a he and a she actually,” Brian said.

Justin looked confused. “It’s a drag queen. His name is Mysterious Marilyn. He’s into all that psychic stuff, so I thought he might have an idea of what’s going on,” Brian continued.

Feeling a little more at ease, Justin sat back and relaxed in his seat. “I thought psychics were all phoneys. That’s what my mom said two years ago when we were at a fair and I wanted to go and see one. Mom said they take your money and make up stuff, and if they get anything right, it’s just a coincidence,” Justin said. “But I guess it just depends on what you yourself as a person believes. Right?” he asked, as an afterthought.

“Yeah, I guess so,” replied Brian. “But he might know what he’s talking about, for all we know. Let’s just wait and see what he has to say,” Brian suggested.

“Oh, Justin, do me a favour…”

When Brian and Justin arrived at Mysterious Marilyn’s, Justin wasn’t surprised to see a small cottage with a red hand, illuminated, just beside the driveway. “That’s typical,” he said and laughed. The joke wasn’t lost on Brian who smiled.

After Brian had parked and they had gotten out, Justin knocked at the front door remembering what he had to do.

When the door opened, Justin said, “Hi, I’m looking for Septic Peg,” and kept a straight face, even though inside he was dying to laugh.

Marilyn scrunched her eyes together. She hated being called ‘Septic Peg’. Only one person had ever called her that, and it really pissed her off. “You can come out from behind the bush, Brian. I know you put him up to that,” she said, and turned and walked inside muttering ‘asshole’ as she did.

Justin and Brian laughed, as Brian materialised from behind the bush.

When both men were inside, Marilyn gestured for them to take a seat. “So Justin, Brian said you have visions. Is that correct?” she asked.

“Yeah,” replied Justin. “I was hoping you could tell me why.”

“Let me think. Hang on,” Marilyn said as she pulled out the drawer on the table they were all sitting round, and took out a very long nail file.

Brian and Justin looked at each other, and back at her. She began filing a long painted false nail on her middle finger. “These are the most rubbish nails I’ve ever bought,” she told them. “I bought them at Ruby’s store on Liberty.”

Marilyn stopped filing her nail, and put the nail file back in the drawer before closing it, and giving Justin her undivided attention. “Ok, you have a special gift, Justin. In fact, every one of us has something that is unique. Every person is special in some way. But your gift is visions. I know of quite a few people with that gift, and it’s very confusing for them as well,” she told him. “When did you discover you had this gift? Was it recently?” she asked.

“It was last night,” replied Justin.

“I see. So you must be the twink that saved Brian’s life,” Marilyn said.

Seeing the look of confusion on Justin’s face, she added, “It’s all over Liberty Avenue, sweetie,” before continuing. “Well, I have heard of people having one vision in their whole life and no more. Or people who have had many. Whatever the reason was you had the vision, it must have been important or you wouldn’t have had it,” Marilyn said.

“But who gives them to us?” Justin asked.

Marilyn sat back in her chair, and folded her arms. “Off the top of your own head, tell me where you think they could have come from.”

Thinking for a few moments, Justin came to the conclusion that he knew only one logical answer would explain. “God?”

Marilyn smiled. “No, sweetie. Have you ever heard of banshees? Legend has it that they carry visions, and that if they walk past us, they pass them on.”

“Banshees? I don’t remember a banshee passing me,” Justin said. “And I thought they were made up in any case. Just stories.”

“It is unknown precisely when stories of the banshee were first told, but they can be traced back as far as the early eighth century. It is believed they were based on an old Irish tradition. The Irish do not believe the banshee causes death, but merely warns of it. Many see banshees as entertaining folklore, while others genuinely believe in their existence.” Marilyn confirmed.

Brian sat very still, taking everything in that was just said. Perhaps Marilyn could be right, he thought. He heard many stories about the creature/woman when he was growing up. Anything was possible, right?

“I remember hearing tales that if you heard one cry, someone in your family was going to die. Or if you saw one combing her hair you were going to get sick, but if she threw her comb at you…”

“You were going to die?” asked Marilyn. “That’s just a story people used to tell their kids on winter evenings before bed. Poor mites probably had nightmares when they were sat around open fires before play stations came along,” Marilyn said, and laughed.

“Wow. I’m not sure what to do with that,” Justin said. Visions, from banshees?

Thinking, Justin said, “I thought banshees were an Irish myth, like leprechauns.”

“There are many things in this world that are real, leprechauns and their tiny green-clad counterparts are included.”

“I don’t remember any banshees passing me,” Justin repeated. “I’m fairly certain I would have noticed a woman with long, red hair and very pale skin or an older woman with stringy grey hair, rotten teeth and fiery red eyes,” Justin told her.

“Justin, the banshee can take many forms. She can even make herself invisible if she wants. Various versions of the banshee have been described. For instance, like you just described her - a woman with long, red hair and very pale skin or an older woman with stringy grey hair, rotten teeth and fiery red eyes. Also she can take on the form of a cat or even something passing you by on the street like…”

“A potato chip bag?” Justin interrupted.

“Perhaps. I never read of that form but I guess it’s possible. After all, she does have many forms, and shifts between them all. Other forms of the banshee include the Bean Nighe and the washerwoman, both more attributed to Scotland than Ireland. The Bean Nighe is said to be the ghost of a woman who died during childbirth and would be seen wearing the clothes of the person about to die while the washerwoman is dressed like a countrywoman and is cleaning bloody rags on a river bank. She changes quite a lot.”

“Wow, this is incredible. I never believed any of that stuff, but after what happened last night, I think I do now. It’s the only thing that can explain it, I guess” Justin said.

He was very fascinated by everything being told to him.

Brian looked on; he had no idea that stuff was even real. How could it be? But nothing else could explain why Justin had those visions.

“So if the banshee is an Irish or Scottish legend, why is it here? We’re in America,” Justin queried.

“Just because it’s Irish doesn’t mean it has to stay in Ireland, or Scotland for that matter. It goes where it wants to when it wants to. Banshees are all over the world, Justin. They spread themselves out just like we do,” Marilyn said, “as do all things such as the fairies or leprchaun. They all roam the world freely.

“I wonder how they manage to get through customs,” Brian asked, sarcastically.

Marilyn rolled her eyes.

“Ok. So, when did you know you were different?” Justin asked.

Brian looked curious too.

“I’ve known I was different since I was fifteen,” Marilyn told them both a few moments later. “I had a dream of my grandma getting off a bus; she lost her footing and got knocked over and killed by another bus coming in the other direction. The next day I told my mom about the dream, and an hour later we got a phone call from my grandpa saying my grandma had been knocked over and killed by a bus,” Marilyn continued. “Not long after that, my mom told me that grandpa told her how it happened. He was with grandma at the time. He said she got off one bus, lost her balance and stumbled, and got knocked over,” she added.

“So visions can come in dreams as well?” asked Brian.

“Yes,” replied Marilyn, “Banshees can most definitely appear in your dreams, taking on any form. Anyway, I see things that happen before they do, but I never had one that told me to save anyone because no one is ever in danger in mine. But Justin’s vision was clear to him right away; he knew he had to save you, Brian. I imagine his gut would have told him to.”

Thinking for a few moments, Justin asked, “What will people say about me when they find out?”

“Pffft, I get called all sorts of names, some people can be real dicks. Isn’t that right, Brian?” Marilyn asked, glaring at the brunet. Brian said nothing, but glared back.

Looking back at Justin, Marilyn said, “You ignore them, Justin. Some people are sceptics, others are too scared to believe, and people like that say mean things. Some even turn violent, it’s happened to me a few times now.”

It had been a very interesting evening. Justin and Brian had learned a lot more than they had bargained for, banshees and leprechauns, fairies even. Being as real to the world as they were.

“So banshees, is that what we’re falling back on?” Brian asked. “You’re saying that that’s what has given Justin visions? A banshee blowing past him in the wind?” Brian began to laugh. “And you wonder why folks call you names.” He did think there might be truth in what Marilyn was saying, but he didn’t want her to know that. It sounded ridiculous.

Marilyn was getting annoyed. “Why don’t you go and sit in your jeep, Brian? And give my bloody head some peace,” she asked.

Brian rolled his eyes.

Shifting in her seat to get better access to the bottom drawer of the table they were all sitting round, Marilyn opened it and pulled out a leaflet. “Here, read this some time, Justin. It will tell you how to avoid dickheads when you pick up men,” she told the blond.

“So are we done here?” Brian asked.

“No, there’s a bill,” she told them.

Brian and Justin looked at each other, and then looked back at Marilyn, “Who the fuck is Bill? A butterfly that shape shifts into a man, and gives people the gift of turning back time?”

“No, you have to pay a bill for my services?” Marilyn said.

Justin took out his wallet, and asked how much. Marilyn said she would take forty dollars, and nothing less.

“That’s a nice wallet, Justin. What’s that picture of in the corner?” she asked.

“Oh, it’s a unicorn,” Justin said.

“Let me guess. The unicorn has a special gift too,” Brian said sarcastically.

“Actually, many believe that the point of the horn is the third eye. It’s believed that the unicorn has saved many people in the past. It’s said to have visions too. But of course that’s just bedtime tales. The unicorn is a mythical creature, and no one has ever actually seen one to my knowledge,” Marilyn said. “It fascinates me you were attracted to this wallet in the first place. Was it because of the unicorn or the flag?”

“I’m not sure. Both probably,” said the blond as he counted out forty.

Marilyn clasped Justin’s hands in hers. “It’s ok, Justin, keep your money. This can be a freebie. It is your first time visiting and all.”

Justin smiled his megawatt smile, and Marilyn stood back, releasing his hands and shielding her face. “Wow! My goodness, sweetie, your smile could light up a whole town. It’s so bright!” she told him, making Justin laugh. Justin liked Marilyn.

“If you two are finished bonding, I’d like to leave. I want to see my son tonight, before I head back to the loft,” Brian said as he made his way to the door.

Justin thanked Marilyn for her time, and followed Brian to the door.

After Brian and Justin got to the jeep, Brian pushed Justin up against it. “I really need to kiss you,” Brian said, before his lips crashed against Justin’s. Justin returned Brian’s kiss.

Brian was about to pull Justin tighter into the kiss when his cell rang. “Never a moment’s peace,” he said.

“This better be fucking important,” Brian said into his cell, after answering it.

“Michael, I might have known it would be you,” said Brian before laughing a little. Brian pulled way back from Justin’s reach, “What the fuck are you talking about?” Brian asked.

Justin sensed something wasn’t right after Brian disconnected the call silently. “Brian, what is it? What’s wrong?”

Brian stood motionless, his face had turned pale, “It’s Gus. Someone has taken him from the hospital.”

At those words, Justin remembered what he had seen - the vision he had had after leaving Brian’s loft last night. “Shit,” he said. With everything that happened, he had completely forgotten to mention it to Brian.

Brian strode quickly round to the driver’s seat and got in. Justin got in to the passenger seat, and they quickly drove off in the direction of the hospital.


Note: Banshees are an Irish folklore myth (though some do believe in them) they don't have visions and pass them on,I made that up. I also made it up about the unicorn's horn having a third eye at the point. I know alot also believe in the little green leprchaun dude aswell, and fairies (I live in the hill of the fairies,knockshee,but I haven't seen any lol).

Anyway,I hope you enjoy what I did here,a comment will really make my day :)
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