dreamlikenewyork | Apr. 19th, 2019

Apr. 19th, 2019

Who: Brandon Blake with his showrunners
What: Biting the bullet
Where: Manhattan, NYC
When: Simultaneous to this

Brandon sat in between his manager and publicist in the swanky skycraping HQ of the production company for his TV show. The showrunners were across the conference table and as soon as they arrived, started an animated discussion surrounding the news the show had just been renewed for three more seasons and they wanted to amp-up exposure of Brandon’s ‘relationship’ with Autumn so it could potentially piggyback onto Justin’s tour PR train because of Autumn’s link to him. They thought it would be cute and wholesome to cash-in on that. Then they were talking a new romance for Saxon, his character, in the next season and a potential interview with him and Autumn.

It was only the fact he had just been plied with an injection of anti-emetic medication that stopped him vomiting all over himself. He sat silently, head hung, hands tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket. He should be over the moon of the renewal news. Normally, he would be animatedly involved in discussions around plans for his character but the entire conversation was white noise in his mind, a fuzz in his head making the rest of him feel numb and detached. And then…

“Look, we know there’s substance issues. We’re going to have to insist you check into rehab ASAP, Brandon, so you’re in top form before look at the PR game-plan.”

( It kicked off more round-table discussions on how to tackle the cliffhanger at the end of the last season and various options for the plot, including some courageous plan for stuntmen... )

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Who: Merlin Larson and Brandon Blake
What: Catching Up
Where: Brandon's Place, NYC
When: After this

Having had the time at the hospital with Wes to chat, Merlin managed to convince him to come and stay at Brandon's place until things settled down a little bit. Merlin still had to move all his stuff over at some point but it could wait. He hoped trying to keep their original plans on track and getting Wes to come live at Brandon's place might help lift his spirits. If nothing else, Brandon's place was about as luxury bachelor pad as it could get and there was plenty to do there. It would just be taking everything else a step at a time. They called in to pick Wesley's things up from Jesse and Jace's on the way home from the hospital, and Merlin packed another bag of clothes and a few other things before heading back to Brandon's.

It was the first time Wes was seeing it and he was as awed seeing it as Merlin was the first time he came over. Merlin worked his way through the multiple locks on the front door but the alarm system was already disarmed when they got in so he didn't have to worry about that. As soon as they were inside, Wes gasped and then shot Merlin a grin. "Dude, this is like fucking Disneyland compared to my house back home. Goddamnit. How many rooms does it have?"

"I know, right? It's got something like eight massive bedrooms, I think. He said you can have any one you want. His room's up on a landing so it's separate to where all the other rooms are." They came through to the living room and the massive wall-sized TV was playing. As soon as Merlin spotted that Brandon was asleep on the sofa, he put his hand on Wesley's chest, stopping him short and putting his finger to his lips.

Wes nodded in understanding. "Point me in the direction of the bedrooms. Dude's got the right idea. I'm gonna go nap so hard," he whispered.

"Back to the door we just came through, there's a hallway that veers to the right. Follow it around past a bathroom and this open sitting area with a fountain in the middle. Bedrooms are beyond that. If you wanna eat, kitchen's back this way, up a small flight of stairs, past a formal dining room. You can't miss it."

Merlin smirked when he watched Wesley wander away, shaking his head in disbelief. He tiptoed over to Brandon and carefully slipped the remote control out of his hand to turn the sound on the movie down. The change in volume jolted Brandon awake and Merlin winced. "Shhh. I didn't mean to wake you, darlin'. Go back to sleep." He pulled the grey chenile throw from the back of the sofa to wrap it over Brandon and kissed his forehead.