Altered States by Jenna
Summary: The unexpected and the unexplainable happens to Brian and his world. Brian slowly shuts Nick out, refusing his help but will their strong bond as "brothers" allow this to happen?
Categories: Fanfiction > Backstreet Boys Characters: Brian, Nick
Genres: Angst
Warnings: Violence
Challenges:
Series: None
Chapters: 33 Completed: Yes Word count: 24081 Read: 47407 Published: 10/23/05 Updated: 08/20/06
2 - Take it From the Beginning by Jenna
+Chapter Two+
Take it From the Beginning

“Frick, you’re being an idiot, you know that?” I called out at Brian as he was
goofing around in the hotel room that we shared.

Brian cocked a lopsided grin towards me. “That’s why you love me!”

“Yeah, I guess. Are y’all packed?”

“Yep, just a few more momentos for Leighanne and I’ll be all set,” Brian replied
as he walked over towards the dresser and started randomly opening up
drawers.

I stared at him. “What are you missing?”

“My wallet, I thought I left it in a drawer,” Brian replied.

Looking at the distinct outline in his back pants pocket, I cleared my throat. “Ah,
Bri, it’s in your pocket already.”

Brian’s face immediately flushed. “Oh, I must have forgotten that I put it in my
pocket earlier.”

I could tell he was flustered at forgetting such a small detail. Last night he
stepped on my words to a song during a concert. I was even noticing that he was
starting to make up words to some parts in his part of songs, his face would have
a funny look on it and then he would stumble over the words and then pass it off
as a joke.

“No big deal, we’ve all done that before,” I laughed it off.

“True Nickolas, so very true,” Brian replied with a relieved look on his face. He
seemed to be glad that I was dropping the subject. He slung the bag over his
shoulder. “So you coming?”

“Yessum, right behind you,” I replied.
~*~*~*~*~*~

“Nick, you’re time is up for today,” Dr. Worley said softly as he broke into my
thoughts. “I want you to get this filled and I will plan on seeing you back here
tomorrow morning, eight-fifteen a.m.”

I took the white prescription slip and tried to decyper the scribbled handwriting of
the doctor’s. His writing was worse than mine, if that was possible.

“What’s this?” I asked as I stood up.

“A prescription for Zoloft,” the doctor replied.

“What’s that for?”

“It’s a mild anti-depressant and before you argue about this, I don’t prescribe
meds unless I truely feel that the patient is in need of them,” Dr. Worley stated
firmly.

“Oh, I don’t know if I want to take this, I mean people get all vegetable acting and
stuff when they’re on antidepressants.”

“No, this is a mild anti-depressant. Nick, I wouldn’t be giving you this if I didn’t
think you needed it. With all the surrounding circumstances, it’s really something
you do need. Please try it for a few days, I’m sure you’ll be suprised at how well
you’ll feel after you’ve been on them for a couple of days.”

I nodded as I shoved the scrip into my pants pocket. Thanking the doctor, I
walked out of his office and out of the building towards freedom.
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