Let me join the crowds of people who were very disappointed with how QaF ended. Unlike most of you, I only stumbled upon this show recently, but quickly became as obsessed as everyone else. I just couldn't leave it with an ending like that. After reading some of your fanfics you all have inspired me to write my own ending to the show. I will continue to add chapters until I feel I have an ending I can be satisfied with. I hope you enjoy it, even though I am doing it more for myself. I welcome all compliments, critiques, and complaints.

The usual disclaimers apply. I do not own these characters, and I am not trying to profit from them in any way. Just some musings from my imaginations

Chapter One: Babylon After the Re-opening

This picks up right at the end of the series finale, after the credits, when all the boys are up on the go-go stand with Brian.

It's been 45 days since Justin left for New York, and Brian thought rebuilding Babylon would take his mind off of that fact. He's been putting on a pretty good act, if you don't know him very well. Unfortunately his friends know he's not the same. Ted has been covering for him at the office and Emmett has helped with rebuilding the club.

Tonight is the grand reopening and everyone has come to celebrate. Brian, not wanting anyone to see how messed up he really is, has dressed and danced for the occasion. Michael has gotten him and all of the boys to go up on the go-go stand, trying to energize the night.

Everything was going okay, until it started to get late. Ben has to teach a class in the morning, Emmett had a party planning appointment early, and Ted figures he'll be covering for Brian at work yet again. So, one by one, they all start to leave. Brian says to Michael, "Go home with your hubby Mikey. Tuck in your teenage twat. I'll be fine. I still haven't found my fuck for the night and your cramping my style." Michael gives him a hug and says, "It'll be okay and remember that I'll always love you". He gives him a kiss and goes down to leave with Ben.

Brian keeps on dancing, but with all of his friends gone he is finding harder to keep up appearances. He starts to slow down, oblivious to what is going on in the club. Guys are walking up to him and he is completely ignoring them. He says to himself, Brian fucking Kinney, what the hell is wrong with you." He knows what is wrong but can't say it out loud and sure as fuck can't let his friends know. Besides it's not like anyone would ever believe that Brian Kinney happy, pissed or depressed would not have fucked or been sucked by one single guy in two months. He knows why, but never in his whole adult life had he ever gone more than a couple of weeks without fucking, sucking, rimming or ramming, and that was only because he had cancer.

"Great, now I have to remember yet another time when I was a stupid asshole who pushed away the only man I have ever truly been IN love with." He sighed, "What the hell. I was never supposed to do repeats. Why did that little prick ever come into my life? If it weren't for him, I'd be getting sucked off by some hot guy right now, moaning instead of groaning. That little shit. It's all his fault, but I don't give a fuck. Brian Kinney doesn't apologize for anything, even falling in love when it was never supposed to happen."

He finally decides he's has enough. He just wants to go home and get drunk & high, so he can try to forget yet another night without Justin. He says good night to the club manager and heads out.

Brian opens his car door, and is getting in when he looks ahead. He is having another vision of the night he met Justin. He has one of these every time he is near this street corner. There Justin was, leaning on the lamp post, his supple lips pursed. "Why can't I get that memory out of my head?" His brain, or maybe it's his heart, replies, "Because you still love him, you stupid fuck."

But, wait a minute, something is different. Justin's hair isn't gelled up and he somehow looks slightly older, more mature, but still fucking hot in those tight jeans. Now he was moving towards him, slowly with a longing in his eyes. This had never happened before.

Brian shut the car door and started walking towards the vision. The two of them were finally face to face. Brian could smell him. "What the hell did I take in there? Somebody must have given me some really bad shit."

"Did you save some for me?" Justin replied. He quickly realized that Brian thought he was seeing things, so he grabbed him by the neck, pulled him close and planted a huge wet tongue infused kiss on him. "Does that feel like a dream to you?" "Holy shit, it's really you. What the fuck are you doing back on Liberty Ave.?"

"Aren't you happy to see me? I know I'm happy to see you. So, were you actually going home alone and so early. It's not even 1 a.m. yet.

"Yeah, well it was a snooze fest in there. There's nothing worth looking at, let alone fucking."

"I see. The clubs in New York are the same way. I swear I haven't been out in weeks. It's just hard to find a really good sucking these days.

"Okay, let's cut the bullshit, we both know we need to talk. So are you coming home with me or not?

"Sure, I guess. You know, since you said there isn't anything worthwhile going on in there" he says as he motions towards Babylon.