Chapter Fifteen: Heads Up

Thursday November 29 1999

Brian and Justin pressed together for the comfort. Neither of them really wanted to be at Woodys with the gang, but there was no way Debbie would allow them to skip out. No, not on election day.

Their video, highlighting Stockwell's blatant homophobia and suggesting his involvement in the Kemp case, had run several times since that morning. The first time, everyone had frozen to watch in awe. The second had people shaking their heads.

The whole gang had already cast their votes, and now all that was left was to wait. Debbie wasn't too thrilled with the idea but what could she do?

"Think they'll notice if we disappear for a while?" Brian muttered into Justin's ear. Justin shrugged. "You're right – best not chance it." They both sighed. "We could be doing other things… better things…. With our time."

"Since when do you not like being at Woodys?" Justin teased. "I mean, there's booze, the occasional bump, hot guys…."

"All of my wildest fantasies… unfortunately they only come out at night." They both shared a laugh and Debbie whirled around to look at them.

"How can you be so CALM right now?" She screeched. "Laughing, at that. Our world could be lost as we know it any minute now." Justin bit his lip.

"Calm down, Deb." Brian said as he rested his chin on Justin's shoulder. "I highly doubt anyone would allow that creep to win – I have it on good authority that his reviews were plummeting even before that ad on television – and if he does… we'll move."

"Move?" Debbie echoed.

"It would be very amusing to see all of those higher ups scratching their head." Brian mused. "Their city goes from successful to barely crawling in a short time frame!" Justin nodded in agreement. "Because even if the guy won, the only people who would STAY in that kind of abuse would be the ones that like him."

"Which pretty much means only a few select white males and their spouses." Justin added with a grin. Debbie huffed and turned back around. "This really is boring as all hell." Justin commented as the news flipped back to commercials.

"Next election, we run away." Brian suggested. Justin nodded in agreement.

"Well ladies and gentlemen, with over 85% of the votes in it's pretty safe to say that we have a winner." The bar went quiet.

"I would have to agree with you there Bob." Debbie mumbled something unflattering that made the people around her chuckle. "We're still waiting on the last minute stragglers but it's very clear to us – and the election committee – that the winner of this year's mayoral election is…"

"Oh come on!" Debbie shouted when they paused.

"Deekin." Debbie was the first to erupt into cheers. "Yes, with 65% of the votes in his favor, Deekin will be the new city mayor…" Justin let out a relieved sigh as people began to cheer.

"It seems like the polls took a turn when the eight district turned in their ballots just this afternoon!" Brian smirked.

"There, take that you asshole!" Debbie shouted. "We may have been the last to vote, but we were the vote that counted most!" Brian and Justin watched as over a hundred queers – and Debbie – marched out into the street.

(Three Days Later)

Justin watched as the brand new flat screen TV was carried out of the loft. "Well at least we still have the bed." He said softly as Brian groaned and made his way into the bedroom to flop onto it.

"Would have rather sold a kidney." Justin pursed his lips. "I think I'm going through possession withdrawal." He rolled his eyes and went to flop onto the bed next to Brian.

"We'll figure things out." He assured his older partner. "I can help out a little bit – I still have money saved up." Brian merely groaned.

"It looks like a hurricane came through here." A bubbly voice said. Justin got up to join Debbie in the kitchen. "What's going on? You guys moving?"

"Brian's just downgrading some stuff." Justin said. Brian said something highly unflattering and he merely grinned. Debbie shot a worried look into the darkened room. "Money is going to be tight for a little while."

"Why?" Debbie asked curiously. Justin motioned her forward and said lowly.

"Meet 'The Concerned Citizens for the Truth.'" Debbie blinked, then let out a squeal and marched her way up into the bedroom. Justin grimaced and laughed as Brian let out a rather unmanly squeak as Debbie hauled him up and likely squeezed him in a vise-like hug.

"Justin! You told her?" Justin merely laughed again as Brian made his way out into the kitchen, Debbie trailing behind him and sniffling. "You couldn't have just told her we where re-modeling or something?"

"She would have found out eventually." Justin shrugged. It was true – if it was a secret then Debbie tended to know about it.

"If you boys need ANY help at all…"

"We'll be fine." Brian cut her off with a sigh. Justin met Debbie's gaze and it was like their brains where on the same wavelength: Lindsay would be able to help, it would just take a little persuasion to get Brian to accept the donation she would be able to raise….

END

Yes, the end. I planned another chapter but decided to combine it with this one and be done with part three.

Okay, i AM working on part four but i've hit a bit of a roadblock with the story. And with writing in general. I have several new fandoms and many ideas so it will take some time to sort everything out. I'm also going through some old stuff i found in notebooks (history class a few years ago was apparently a pretty good writing motivation) and on the computer. I've also starting working close to full time, and i'm saving money to move out - that obviously takes priority. I'm hoping to have a new story (not necessarily anything related to what i've already got posted) up in the next week or so.