Club - a Breddy Fanfic.

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When Mason enters the living room, he sees that Brett is taken care for much better than he was back at the Club. He is half lying on the couch, with a cold pack on his face. Peter is sitting by his side and looks worriedly at his friend, while Vincent is fussing around with things in the kitchen that don't need fussing with. But the atmosphere is almost relaxed.
"Well done mates." He smiles at them. "I see you are handling things well here. I'm glad that you followed up on my suggestions. Why were you in such a panic back at the Club?"

"You weren't there, Mase! He came out of nowhere. We really didn't see it coming, and within a blink of an eye he was on top of Brett and started hitting him everywhere he could reach him. It was really scary. People were screaming. It took us both to get him off. God, he was so strong with rage. And then Leo took over, dragging that Timo-guy upstairs and ordered us to take Brett. So we did." Peter simply tells him the facts, without much more exaggeration than it had been.

Of course Vincent has nothing but drama, so he needs to add his side of the story. "He was like the devil man! Red eyes, fists like Hellboy! He was like a tornado when he hit him. Blood flying all around! He was clearly going for the kill! If it weren't for us, Brett wouldn't be here anymore!"

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks guys. I'm glad you intervened." Mason chuckles at Vincent's words.
Peter and Vincent glow with the praise.
"Brett, how are you feeling? Bleeding finally stopped now?"

Brett shifts the ice pack and shows him his black eye, swollen cheek and nose. He touches it and concludes there is no more blood dripping out. "Yeah. Think so. I'm just dizzy and a bit nauseous. Got me quite a bad headache, but it's a bit better after the aspirin Peter gave me. I would like to go to bed though. I'm beat. Literally and figuratively." He gets up, but immediately drops back down on the couch, blinking hard to get his focus again and not faint.

Mason pulls him up and puts his arm around his back to support him so he doesn't topple over again. "I think you might have a concussion, mate. Okay, you all know the drill. I'll sleep beside you tonight and wake you up every two hours to see how you are doing. Peet, Vince: get my mattress and stuff and put it in his room, please? I'll take care he washes his face so the blood is rinsed off a bit and see that he brushes his teeth." Mason wraps his arm tightly around Brett's waist and they stumble towards the bathroom, while the others do as Mason told them to get Brett's room ready.

Within 20 minutes, Brett is in his bed and Mason's on his own on the floor next to him. The others also went to bed, exhausted with all the things that happened on this strange evening.

It has been quiet for a few minutes when the silence is broken by Brett's voice, sounding small. "I'm sorry, Mason."

"Don't be. It's okay. Although I must admit this is not what I expected from the night when it started." Mason turns on his side facing Brett's bed.

Brett sighs. "I basically had it coming, you know. I deserved this one hundred percent."

"Yes, you did. Clearly. But what I don't understand is why did you do it? Shutting Eddy out like that? Making out with that girl, in front of him no less! I thought that you liked him."
Mason really doesn't understand Brett's actions this evening and would like answers.

"I just couldn't. The expectations were so clear in his eyes. He wanted more. How can I?!" A slight sniff escapes Brett's lips.

"What do you mean 'how can I'? Why can't you? Why wouldn't you?"

Brett's voice breaks. "You know, he doesn't deserve me Mason. It wouldn't be fair to him. I'm broken. Since I've met him, I realised I'm not whole yet. I have a long way to go still and I don't deserve him like I am now. I'll make it hard for him. He deserves a normal, sweet lover. And I'm so not 'normal' or 'sweet' anymore, am I? I will hurt him sooner or later. And I don't want that. I want him to be happy."

"Hurt him? Like you haven't hurt him this night? Listen. You know you are a nice fellow. You may not have shown it in your love life recently, but you are a sweet and caring person if you look past all the pain you're talking about right now. You are for us, and you know you can be a good lover. You were that in the past, anyway. That she fucked it up temporarily, doesn't mean it's totally gone. I'm sure you'll get it back with the right person at your side. I think that person might be Eddy. And if he decides he wants to love you, it means you deserve it. That he sees you good enough for him. It's as simple as that. Sometimes someone else's faith should be enough, shouldn't it?" Masons soft voice speaks it from his heart. It's clear that he truly believes what he's saying.

"But what if I let him down? That I can't be what he wants me to be?"

"Then cross that bridge if you get to it. Better that, than not trying. Better than not having him at all, right? Aren't you tired of being alone?" Mason knows he hits a nerve saying this.

"I'm not alone. I've got you lot, don't I?" But Brett knows what Mason is trying to say. Some people are better at being alone than others. Brett was never good without someone to love. Until things went wrong. It's why his last partner had such a huge hold on him, that terrifying control over him, and why that lasted so long. He has always wanted, no, even needed, to love someone. And he needs to be loved in return. Has it been long enough to start over?

"You know what I mean Brett. Now, go to sleep. You need it to heal." With that he turns again and pretends to fall asleep.

Brett sighs. "My face fucking hurts. I will look hideous next week."

Mason knows what he has to say to that, being the good friend he is. "You always do, so no difference there, right? Don't worry. Now sleep."

Brett snickers and slowly drifts away.