|for galeena - fic - No Where to Go [Brian & Debbie]
||[Mar. 30th, 2005|01:00 pm]
No Where to Go|
Pairing: Brian/Debbie, mother/son
Summary: Set around the time when Brian and Michael first met. Brian needs somewhere to go and has no one to turn to but Michael. And Debbie.
Michael walked quietly through the front door and shut it once Brian had come in behind him.
“Hey, Ma, I’m home!” Michael called into the kitchen as he motioned for Brian to go upstairs.
Brian moved to walk up the stairs but not before Debbie saw his retreating back.
“About damn time you got home, who’d you bring with you?” she asked as she walked into the room.
Brian froze on his way up the stairs. He knew that Debbie Novotny didn’t particularly care for him. She didn’t think he was good enough to be friends with her son and frankly, Brian agreed with her but he just didn’t have anyone else to call.
“Oh, Brian, hello,” Debbie said rather tersely. “Michael, can I see you in the kitchen a minute?”
“Sure Ma, Brian, go on upstairs. Um, you know where the bathroom is, second door on your left.”
Brian nodded and resumed his climb up the stairs while Debbie herded Michael into the kitchen.
“What are you doing bringing that hooligan into my house?” Debbie asked as she hit Michael in the back of the head.
“I don’t know how many times I’ve told you that I don’t want you hanging out with him, that boy is nothing but trouble. And now he’s in my house. Why, Michael?”
“He didn’t have anywhere else to go, Ma.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Jack, his dad, he was hitting him tonight and when he finally got away he just ran to a pay phone and called me…”
“And you ran off to get him.”
“I had to, Ma. I know you don’t like him, but he’s my friend and he needed someone.”
“Shit. His dad hits him?”
“Yeah, I mean, he does it all the time but tonight…I don’t know what was going on, I really don’t. But I know he was bleeding all over the place and he just looks really bad, Ma.”
“Shit, Michael. Is he ok? Does he need to go to a hospital?”
“I don’t know, I don’t think so. I mean, I think he just got beat up but I don’t know. He hasn’t said a word to me since he called. I just found him sitting on the curb at the corner waiting on me. He didn’t tell me what happened; he just asked if he could stay with me for tonight.”
“And you weren’t even going to tell me?”
“Well, I didn’t know what to do. I just knew by the sound of his voice that I had to let him stay. I guess I just hoped you wouldn’t mind too much…”
“Oh, Michael. You have a good heart, sweetie.”
“So it’s ok if he stays?”
“What? You think I’m going to throw out some kid that just got beat up by his father?”
Debbie pulled him in for a hug. “You’re welcome; now go put some sheets on the bed in the spare bed room.”
Michael hurried off upstairs to change the sheets before Debbie changed her mind and Debbie climbed the stairs to check on Brian. She rapped twice on the door and then hollered through, “How are you doing in there kid?”
“That’s good, you decent because I’m coming in.”
Brian unlocked the door and Debbie opened it, quietly stepped in and clicked it shut behind her.
Brian was leaning over the sink checking on a cut above his eye in the mirror. There was a bruise blooming on his cheek, he had a cut on his forehead and his lip was split in two places.
“You look like shit,” Debbie remarked as she got out some peroxide and cotton. After wetting the cotton with the peroxide she managed to get Brian to turn around and let her dab at the cuts with it.
Brian winced at the contact from the cotton.
“Shit, sorry, kid. This might sting a little.”
Brian gave her a half hearted smile. “Thanks for the warning.”
“You little shit,” Debbie said favoring him with a smile.
She worked on cleaning the cuts on Brian’s eye and forehead before applying some salve and a bandage to the one on his forehead.
“Thanks,” Brian said a little awkwardly.
“You know, you’re welcome to come over any time you need to.”
Brian gave her a strange look, “Yeah?” he asked.
Debbie felt her heart melt. This poor kid looked no one had ever loved him and as a mother Debbie’s heart went out to him. She held out her arms and after giving her an odd look Brian went stiffly into them. After a moment she felt him relax and let out a deep sigh against her shoulder. She just held him tighter.
“Absolutely. Anytime you need a place to go, there’s a key under the mat, you just come on in.”
Debbie felt Brian nod against her shoulder. She held him for a few moments longer until he pulled back and she tried not to notice that his face had fresh tear tracks on it.
“Now you get to bed, kiddo. Bacon and eggs ok for breakfast?” she asked.
“Sounds good,” Brian said offering her a watery smile before he opened the door and went to the guest room down the hall.