A/N: Has anyone done a JohnnyBryan before? Well, anyway. I wanted a random pairing so I was talking to Ki-chan and I just yelled 'JohnnyBryan!' She thinks it's a good idea. Well, we'll see won't we?

Disclaimer: Not mine. Okay? Okay.

"HEADS UP!"

Bryan turned and saw a somewhat familiar redhead. Then, something hit his head and he blacked out.

0o0o0o0o

"He's out cold, you wanker!" The Scottish accent was unmistakable.

"What your language, Johnny!" Robert snapped.

Oliver and Enrique's giggles were muffled.

"It's your own fault, Enrique!"

"What?" the Italian asked. "I told him to look out!"

"Hardly," Johnny replied. "Oi, Kuznetsov. You alive or what?"

Bryan managed a feeble groan. He moved one hand weakly and gave another groan. His head hurt like hell but he WAS alive. So much for a calm walk in the park. Damn Tala and his 'a-trip-to-Japan-will-help' attitude. If Tala hadn't suggested Japan, he wouldn't be lying…where was he lying?...somewhere with a throbbing head.

"Yeah…Alive or dead? What are you? Mute?"

"I'm alive, no thanks to you." Bryan ventured to open one eye and was surprised to see Johnny's face hovering over his.

The redhead gave a quirky smile, tilting his head. He seemed to like Bryan's response and Bryan's heart…and his ego…began to swell. He made Johnny smile. Then, he scowled. That had sounded so lame once he'd thought it. He'd barely met the Scotsman twice, again thanks to his wonderful, upbeat, psychotic, gay team captain. When he said gay, he meant homosexual. Bryan wasn't going to lower himself to that. He insisted that his attraction to men was a passing fancy. In fact, he'd gotten so desperate that he'd actually said the words 'passing fancy' aloud. This drew Spencer's attention and now, the Majestics'.

"What's a passing fancy?" Oliver asked, coming into view and almost pushing Johnny away.

The Scotsman bristled. "Give him some space, Oliver."

"You aren't. Why should I?"

Johnny straightened up and towered over Bryan protectively. He and Oliver glared for a bit, before returning their attention to Bryan, who sat up on what seemed to be a park bench. He clutched his head with one hand, messing up his perfect spikes. He'd gelled his hair to perfection this morning, much to his friends' consternation. Tala complained of not being able to do his hair properly. Bryan told him to get some 'natural gel'. Tala's reply, that he did not masturbate and therefore did not produce 'natural gel' on regular basis, was particularly hilarious. Bryan vaguely remembered his reply having to do with 'fucking like rabbits'.

"Can you get to your hotel by yourself or would you like a ride?" Robert asked politely, hiding his plain distaste.

"I can go. Don't bother your rich, vain ass." Bryan staggered to his feet and began his quest to reach the hotel without incident…a quest that promptly ended when he walked into a tree. "I'm okay!"

Johnny jogged over, laughing. He insisted on helping the Russian. Bryan, now sporting two head injuries, didn't complain at all. He allowed the redhead to help him, even consenting to a supporting arm around his waist. It wasn't long before he realized that Johnny's hand was wandering slightly, along his shirt hem. Bryan shrugged slightly and Johnny's hand caressed the skin that was revealed.

"I can make it on my own from here, thanks," he snapped.

"Okay then. No need to be a bastard about it," Johnny snapped back, turning and going back.

Bryan looked up…he was utterly lost.

"Damn."

0o0o0o0o

"Where have you been?" Tala folded his arms.

"I got hit in head with a ball and blacked out. Then I got lost and had to ask strange people for directions," Bryan replied rudely.

"You got hit with a ball and blacked out?" Tala asked. "Who hit you?"

"Those rich European dolts."

"Which one?"

"The blond one! What is this? Twenty questions?"

"I just wondered."

The redhead stalked back to his corner of the hotel room to sulk. He kept muttering about people who didn't know what was best for them. Bryan had it mind to tell him that he was Russian too and could, therefore, understand everything Tala was saying. He decided against it and settled on his bed with one of the trashy gossip tabloids that his team captain had purchased. It was boring, really. It also, on close inspection, seemed to focus on beybladers. Happily, he found nothing about himself in there.

"I hate the paparazzi," he muttered. "I'm not paranoid."

"You are paranoid, trust me. But I hate them too. Did you see what they wrote about me? They said I'm cheating on Kai! That's pure idiocy right there, that is!"

"Whatever you say." Bryan tossed the magazine on the other boy's bed and decided that it was high time for a nap.

0o0o0o0o

"What was that about, Johnny?" Oliver asked.

"What was what about?" The Scotsman paused in engraving his name on a little wooden figure and looked up.

"You don't usually help people, that's all," Enrique said off-handedly.

Johnny snorted and concentrated on the challenging 'O', scratching away angrily at the wood. He had a pounding head from walking into a lamppost after leaving a certain Russian on his own. Johnny was very superstitious but he only had one word for this. That word was karma. He felt up someone, he walked into a lamppost. It made perfect sense. Except…Johnny recalled Spencer saying something about Bryan being gay.

"Johnny, must you insist on carving your name on that? We certainly will not steal your vulgar figurine," Robert said, as proper as ever.

Johnny stopped himself from sticking his tongue out in response, replying with a raised eyebrow. He enjoyed carving things. It was a vent. He also liked claiming things as his own. It made things so much fun. There were certain things, or rather people, who apparently wouldn't be claimed.

"Johnny's got a crush on Bryan!" Enrique said suddenly. "I knew it!"

"What? Are you crazy? He's like an iceberg. Don't be such a wanker! Me? Like that…cold-hearted yet incredibly gorgeous Russian?" He paused when he realized what he'd said. "Oh fuck."

Oliver started laughing, clapping a hand over his hand. "I can't believe it."

"You tow have absolutely nothing in common!" Robert said pointedly. It would never work and besides…he's not a noble. It would not work in the end."

"Oh! Bugger off, Robert! It's just a crush!"

"I should certainly hope so. He would probably use you, anyway. He is simply not someone to get involved with!"

"Shut up! I get it!"

Johnny scowled, returning to his carving. But what if it's more than just a crush?

A/N: Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! Do you like it? HUH HUH HUH? DO YA? Okay, I'm calm now. Has anyone ever done this pairing before? Ah, well. REVIEW!