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Who: Hunter Alexander and Cruz Quinlan, Arian Alcott and Trent Lamont, Jesse Hartley and Jace Hartley
What: Operation: Squad Watch
Where: Vermont Lakehouse
When: Simultaneous to this

Hunter and Cruz were lucky to have their stars align that weekend. Cruz was working on new music with Corbyn Bellerose (Ajay's dad), who lived in Vermont, and Hunter had a few rostered days off from work. He decided on the spur of the moment to drive up to Cruz to see how Cruz was getting on, visit his parents in Burlington, and together they would drop in to see how the crew were getting on at the lakehouse. He knew there had been some hiccups with both Justin and Zeke but Jesse had it all in hand like a boss. Reecy and Kyan had to go back to work so they passed the baton to Ari and Trent. Trent was going to photograph Andi's memorial so they all had memories of it and Ari needed to start some therapy work with Justin while he had a good window with Justin relaxed away from everything. Hunter wanted to check how Brody was getting on and Cruz decided to come along with him.

It was the night of the memorial so he knew the teens would all be doing their own thing as they always did. They functioned so impressively as a large and supportive group of friends but also had some wonderful romantic relationships between them. They frequently put some of the adults to shame. Hunter was so glad Brody had them all and over the moon Brody was now dating Jett. They were sweet together but Brody had been through hell and Hunter wanted to make sure he was okay. He picked Cruz up from the Bellerose Estate and the drove to the lake together after stopping for a pit-stop and some pretty fantastic sex in the backseat of the car.

They came up the path hand-in-hand and found Jesse, Jace, Ari and Trent sitting out on the front porch having coffee. "Got room for two more?" he asked, shooting them a grin. "Wow, this place is insane. I was expecting a little log cabin lined with bunk bed and an outdoor shitter. How's it all going? The lights look awesome."
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Who: Mark Campbell with Arian Alcott and Clint Chevalier
What: The hardest job in the world
Where: Home, Upper East Side, NYC
When: After this

Mark was trying to stay busy, but it wasn't an easy task. He had a pile of legal briefs sitting on the outdoor table beside him but his attempts to study them hadn't been successful. He had his laptop open in front of him where he had answered some urgent emails, and beside that, an unopened bottle of scotch. He made a little leeway with his work because his mind kept wandering. That was inevitable, considering his son was going through one of the worst episodes of his illness to-date, hospitalised in the youth psych unit in Westchester. Even sitting in the rooftop garden by the pool out in the sunshine hadn't helped. Mark owned the entire top floor of the apartment building now, and when he had bought the second apartment connected to his, he got the full deeds to the rooftop garden, though it was secured with walls that couldn't be scaled so Justin was safe up here too. No one else was here, so it was peaceful. He could think, and right now, he needed to think. Think and wait. The waiting was the hardest part.

And apparently ensure he didn't end up with a pack-a-day smoking habit. He had just lit up his third straight cigarette when Arian came out into the garden holding a large envelope. "From Sash?" he asked, catching the cigarette between his fingers and ashing it as he blew the smoke over his shoulder. "I just got a text confirming your appointment with Hunter this afternoon. I think we're going to need to think about a little bit of rehab for Jus somewhere. School will be out for the summer by the time he's discharged, so Sash can be with him to help out. Maybe somewhere all the kids can go for a timeout. Maybe you could research some places in line with his therapy regime once it's set."

Ari nodded and handed Mark the envelope... )

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Who: Trent Lamont and Arian Alcott
What: Chaperoning-ish
Where: Casa de Campbell, Upper East Side
When: Simultaneous to this

Trent was sitting on the kitchen counter of the Campbell home, watching Ari open a bottle of wine and pour a couple o glasses. He and Ari were both acting - sort of - as chaperones for the squad of teenagers hanging out together for awhile. Mark and Gen were going on a date, and Mark's parents, who were still out from Australia to be on hand to help, were having dinner with Ali and Andrew to spend time with their granddaughter. Considering what had been going down lately, it was important adults were there to help if anything went wrong. Ari took his job seriously, so he was happy to step up to the plate.

Trent was always happy to spend time with Ari regardless of what he was doing. It was just assumed now that Trent would be Ari's plus one to any event he attended with Justin, and that was pretty cool. But it also meant Trent could be near to his little brother that night, who had been sick through the week. Blaize insisted he would be okay to hang out with his friends, but Trent still worried about him. He was the big brother, it was his job to be worried and overprotective. Mostly, he was concerned about the flare up in Blaize's arthritis. It could take time to settle again and until it did, he would need help with things. Blaize was a kid who never easily asked for help, because he was so independent and ambitious, but he had promised Trent he would... namely, ask his new boyfriend, Max, who Trent hadn't directly met yet.

"So, what are we supposed to do to entertain ourselves while they're in there having all the fun?" he asked, smirking.
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Who: Arian Alcott with Sasha Stanford, Jesse Hartley, Riley Bryant and Justin Campbell
What: Sickness and pain
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: After this and this

It was somewhere around four am when Ari was running at full speed through the hospital. His boots were slamming against the linoleum with every step and adrenaline was rushing through his body. That horrible page had come through. The one he didn’t want to want to receive, but that there was a significant risk that would. Not like this, though. Even with trying to preempt the worst case scenarios, it still sunk below that. And quickly. So fucking quickly, apparently.

He had just bolted from the ICU that was in complete lockdown with Mark telling him to ‘Just go to Sasha, wait for his mom to get there!’ Sasha, who had just been rushed down to the ER on a gurney covered in blood because Justin had thrown a chair at him. Justin had regained consciousness in the worst way he possibly could and too quickly for anyone assess the direct risks. He was delirious and very likely psychotic and seemed to think Sasha was someone who was trying to murder him. He definitely wasn’t seeing him as Sasha. Justin didn’t wake slowly or gradually. It was like he got caught in a severe night terror that ripped him to consciousness, causing him to tear out not only the breathing tube from his throat, but all the IVs that was feeding into him.

Sasha had raised the alarm, screaming for help, but even by the time the staff got to Justin, he had been off the bed trying to protect himself from what his brain was making him believe was someone trying to murder him... )

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Who: Trent Lamont and Arian Alcott
What: R&R
Where: Trent's place, NYC
When: After this

Even though Trent suggested takeout for Ari to come over, knowing how stressed Ari had been with Justin ended up in hospital after a serious collapse, he went to the grocery store and bought everything to make up spaghetti bolognaise, his mom’s recipe. There was that comfort that came with soul food, and Ari needed some TLC. He knew now that Ari took his works seriously, and he was passionate about what he did. He called what he did with Justin ‘intensive case work’ and Trent knew that meant he was right in deep, hands-on as much as it was needed, to work with Justin and his family to give him the best life he could have.

Something like this, however, would take its toll. Justin’s family in no way overworked Ari because Justin himself had timeouts on everything he did. Those timeouts were Ari’s time off, so he and Ari had been able to develop their relationship at a nice easy pace. He adored Ari, who was so cool and confident, that nothing seemed to ruffle his feathers. He took whatever came at him on board and just dealt with it. He didn’t complain about anything.

When Ari arrived, holding a couple of tubs of Ben & Jerrys, Trent could see how tired he was all over his face... )

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You okay, babe? Are you able to have some time out? We can get some takeout and chill at my place, if you're up to it. It's okay if you aren't, I know things are full on.
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Who: Sasha Stanford and Gen Hart
What: Fear and fatigue
Where: ICU, Mount Sinai
When: After this

“WHY ARE YOU FUCKING MAKING HIM MORE SICK? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE HELPING HIM!” It wasn’t anger that had Sasha exploding in the middle of a hospital corridor, it was sheer terror. He didn’t understand why this was happening, and he was so terrified and panicked that Justin would die, he wasn’t coping well with anything.

It hadn’t helped that he spent the day in bed with a migraine. He was still there when Justin’s nana came through to wake him up to tell him what happened. Justin was sick. He had collapsed on stage during curtain call of the second show for the day and was rushed to hospital. His head had still been pounding, feeling like it was on fire. The pain and nausea was probably contributing to the fact he wasn’t keeping his shit together. But at the same time, how was he supposed to? Justin was in the Intensive Care Unit, unconscious, dangerously high fever, racing heartbeat and apparently had a seizure right after he collapsed.

And they were saying it was a reaction to medication? Medication they were giving him to make him better. Didn’t they know that because he had reactions in the past, that he might again? )

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Who: Sasha Stanford, Justin Campbell and Arian Alcott
What: The shit that keeps on giving
Where: NYC
When: Fourth of July

Sasha was so worried about Justin’s health that he had this constant knot of fear in his stomach that his boyfriend with attempt again. The near-miss with Amarlie’s nail file had been bad enough, but that seemed to more be self-harming than a suicide attempt. He had gone from a pretty high manic episode down to a low once the sedative wore off and he woke up. He was like a zombie. The lights were on but no one was home. He went through the motions of eating, going to bathroom, showering, dressing, but it was autopilot. Someone needed to be with him all the time because they just didn’t know if the next moment could signal anything from him walking out in front of a car (he had that history) or slamming his hand into something.

Yet, he still wanted to keep his booking for the Fourth of July performance. It was a small set of songs, followed by a fan meet-and-greet. Some of the other Broadway stars were there with him, so the entire event wasn’t resting on his shoulders, even if he was the headlining act, and it was to celebrate inclusion and equality for Independance Day. Justin dug his heels in and still kept the booking. Sasha didn’t know why, but then, he respected this as one of those times he just wasn’t privy to the ways Justin’s mind was functioning.

There was just something so off with Justin, but you would only realising it if you were close to him... )

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Chaperoning Pride with this sexy specimen. My job is just so fucking hard.

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What's the verdict, sweetheart? Am I coming to take you to the doctor this afternoon, or did you cancel it?
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Who: Ari Alcott and Trent Lamont
What: TLC
Where: Ari's place, Hoboken, NJ
When: After this

It was only the fact that Ari’s stepdad sometimes called in to visit him on the spur of the moment on his way home from business trips that had Ari dragging himself up to answer the door. He was feeling like death warmed up. Very warmed up. Like, spit-roast warned up. He had been running a fever since the afternoon before, and whilst it initially started as something subtle, it had morphed into a fucking demon. He wasn’t a sick day person, but he had no choice when he had been up sick all night.

Some sort of evil flu had taken him out... )

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Getting ready for self-esteem photoshoot selfie. I don't know about this, but thanks to Blaize for setting it up with his big brother.

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Who: Arian Alcott and Justin Campbell
What: Support
Where: Long Island, NY
When: Mother's Day

Ari had gotten to the point now where he knew Justin’s routine, he had taken note of certain triggers, and he identified some of the main warning signs that his mood was teetering. Justin had Rapid-Cycling Bipolar, which meant that no matter how good or bad he seemed at any given time, there would always be ups and downs. People probably wondered how that still happened because he was on medication and had a team of medical physicians working to help him. But that was like asking “Why does a dick hang when it’s not hard?” It happened because medication was a treatment, not a cure. It happened because the medication did a really fucking good job to allow him to live a normal life, but it didn’t stop him being mentally ill. People could probably do with a healthy dose of reality being told exactly how Justin would be if he wasn’t medicated at all. The short answer would be ‘dead’. The more complex answer would be that he would be living out the rest of his living days in a mental health facility because he wouldn’t be able to cope with real life.

Those people who didn’t get it weren’t worth shit. The world was full of close-minded egotism and pessimism. It was full of ‘If it’s not my problem, it’s not important’ and ‘I convinced myself I’m a better person than you so I have a right to dictate to you and tell you how to feel and think’. All of that, Ari believed was important in sheltering Justin from where possible. Justin knew it existed. He had been a victim of it way too often in his young life. He didn’t need to keep answering to it. He didn’t need to have his already challenging and painful life dictated by prejudice or judgement. But even the people closest to him, who tried their very best every single day to protect and care for him could accidentally stumble into an area of inflicting something upon him that he was ill-equipped to handle. That would contribute to the ever-cycling up and downs of his illness, because his mind almost always was on hyper - or hypo - drive.

So, Ari after a little chat with Sasha over coffee, decided to remove Justin from his routine for a little while. Mark had filled Ari in on what happened from his side. Or, he came to Ari for advice on whether he completely fucked up raising the shit he had with Justin... )

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Who: Blaize and Trent Lamont (with a cameo from Ari)
What: Sprung! aka pain in the ass little brothers
Where: Trent's place, NYC
When: Saturday morning

First thing Trent had done when Blaize arrived in town was give him a key to his apartment. The plan was for Blaize to stay initially with his friends at the place they stayed with Justin and Sasha. He had been crashing in Amarlie's bed, which was all good. They had shared a bed many a time and they may have made out just a little bit, because why not when everyone else around you was doing it? They had a casual FWB thing, but not like Ash and Zen had. Just a bit of fun if they felt like it a few times here and there. Amarlie had been one of the first to see his new equipment because he wanted a female's opinion.

That morning, Blaize had plans with Trent. They were going to get breakfast and then go for a drive for Trent to scope out some new places he heard of to take some photos. Trent did a lot of personal artistic photography away from his general job, and had sold quite a bit of it via his website. Trent was going to come pick Blaize up, but he hadn't arrived. He hadn't answered his phone for calls or texts either. Blaize didn't immediately panic. He thought Trent might have just overslept, so he went to see that first before filing a Missing Person's report and figuring out how to call in the SWAT team. He was his mother's son, he couldn't help it. He had a flare for drama when he felt like it.

On the cab ride over, he decided it would be hilarious to make an impromptu video of springing his big bro oversleeping. He couldn't have quite anticipated what he copped an eyeful of when he snuck into Trent's apartment using the key with his phone at the ready videoing. Trent had one of those screens that cordoned off his bed from the rest of the studio apartment. He rounded it, ready to wake Trent up loudly and obnoxiously. But his attempt at SURPRISE! got cut off halfway through when he realised Trent wasn't alone, and there was a hell of a lot of naked going on. Thank god for spooning and strategically placed blankets. He saw bare ass and back, but that was the extent of it.

He squeaked, and then slapped his hand over his mouth to muffle it. Only to realise he had to cover his eyes too, and dropped his phone on the floor to manage it. Also thank god for carpeting. He couldn't live without his phone. "Oh my god, you got laid!" he hissed, torn between being a proud little brother and seeing WAY too much of his brother than he wanted to. But what won out over both of that was curiosity. He peeked between his splayed fingers to see if Trent's friend was hot and had a nice ass. It was Ari. The hand dropped from his eyes to point, whispering, "You had sex on a first date! Trenty's growing up!"

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