Title: Your Time

Pairing: Eventual Jesus/Judas

Rating: M (Because not everyone like bible!slash)

Warning: This story contains mature content and eventual slash (homosexual relationships) between biblical figures. If you know this will offend you, please exit the ride now! I appreciate that not everyone is comfortable with this, which is why I'm warning you all now. Telling me I'm sick and that I will go to hell will not stop me; I've had that ticket booked since I was thirteen. (Anyway, if hell is where Freddie Mercury and Jerome Pradon are, Jerome wearing a black and red PVC outfit, you can keep heaven!) If you flame, I will laugh! I will not stop writing, but no one's making you read it! This story is based more on Jesus Christ Superstar (2000), rather than the actual bible, so that accounts for factual errors and trying not to be overly offensive.

Spoilers: …For the Bible?

Summary: Judas/Jesus slash, inspired by JCS 2000. Judas leaves home to try and find meaning in his life. He meets Jesus and is driven to his destiny.

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Judas sat in front of the fire in his family home chucking bits of waste paper into the flames. The back of his neck itched as he felt his father's eyes bore into him and Judas longed to get away from the suspicious, accusing gaze.

Judas was fast leaving boyhood and becoming a man, yet he had still remained in his father's house to care for his elderly mother. His mother had suffered from a complication during her pregnancy which had made her weak and sickly. Caring for her helped to abate some of the guilt that Judas felt when he looked at her. She had sacrificed her health to give him life and he vowed that he would repay her by becoming a strong, good son that she could be proud of.

Judas' father had always resented him, right from birth. He was a drunk, violent man. Judas had learnt, early on, how to block out the physical pain when his father beat him. He never quite got a handle on the mental, though.

Judas didn't mind so much when he was beaten because, deep down, he hoped that if his father hit him hard enough, somehow, he'd be forgiven.

That had all changed though, when one day while he was still in teens, Judas discovered his father sneaking out of the house to meet a prostitute. Squandering away the money his mother needed for her medicine.

Judas had waited until his mother had gone to bed, before stealing out of the house.

He found his father in an alley, outside the brothel. Making a mockery of his mother, the man's wife, with this, this… whore!

Judas didn't bother waiting until the monster had finished up. He moved behind his father and spat in his ear, "How could you?"

Judas' father snapped his head up. "What the fuck, do you think you're doing, boy?" he shouted.

Judas turned to the girl, "Go, now!" he seethed.

The girl saw sense and hastily got up, running back down the alley and never looking back.

Judas turned back to his serpent of a father, eyes blazing in anger, "What do you think you're doing? My mother, your wife, is sick. She needs medicine and all you can think about is…" The words were sticking to his throat, he was so angry.

Judas' father sneered, "What, Judas? You can't even say it, can you? Your mother's not that sick. Half the time she fakes it, she like having us all fawn over her. Well this is my medicine, for putting up with you both. I wouldn't expect you to understand." His father laughed, "I mean, when was the last time you were seen going with a girl? You should be married now, you're old enough. You're just pathetic, clutching onto your mother's apron strings. You're weak, should have been drowned at birth!"

Judas raged, "Don't you talk about her, you don't have a right!"

His father exhaled incredulously, "A right? She's my wife and I'll use her as I see fit. YOU ARE MY SON!" he roared.

"And you're my father, why don't you act like it?" Judas raised his fist.

His father's eyes gleamed, "Go on then! You wouldn't hit your own father, you don't have the guts!"

Judas pinned his father into the wall behind him. "I should leave you here now, we'd be better off without you!"

Judas father struggled against him, "You can't do it, can you? You're an embarrassment, but prove me wrong. Do it! Show me I don't have a mummy's boy, faggot for a son!"

Judas smiled because he knew the day had come. He was stronger and more powerful than his father now. He would rid them both of this monster forever. He would do what was right for both of them. And she'd have a son she could be proud of.

Judas raised his hand and prepared to bring it crashing into his father's skull. A hand caught his and held it still. Judas spun round to be greeted with the sight of his mother standing in the alley with them.

All his anger dissipated as he gasped, "Mother? How did you come here? You should be resting, you'll make your sickness worse." he pleaded.

Judas' mother smiled and reached out towards her son.

"Judas," she held his face. "I will always be proud of you, my boy." She looked at her husband still pressed against the wall, then back to her son with tears in her eyes. "But this is not what is meant for you, my love."

Then Judas knew.

"No. Mother please, you can't- Don't leave me."

He scrubbed at his face, trying to stop the unbidden tears from falling.

Judas' mother kissed her son once on each cheek. "It's my time now. Your's is just beginning. You need to stop taking care of others and find a life of your own, Judas."

Judas had given up on the tears which now ran freely down his face.

"I love you." he whispered.

"I love you too."

Then she was gone.

Judas stared after her, quite forgetting about his father who had slumped to the floor of the alleyway. Then Judas broke into a run.

He ran up to his house and burst through the door. He stopped. His mother was lying in the bed where he'd left her. She had died in her sleep.

Judas stepped silently over to the bedside. He arranged the blankets over her more comfortably and fanned her hair out over the pillow. He bent down and kissed her cheek before straightening up and walking silently out of the house.

Judas closed the door behind himself and walked away from the village.