A/N: Ok this is my first Queer as Folk FanFic. I know this is different form what I usually write, but I like the show. I don not own QAF or anyhting to do with it execpt this story Idea. Anyways some characters maybe a little OOC but I am tryin to keep them in character as possible. I am also taking some liberties of my own I am gonna say Molly Taylor is abut twelve years old cause I can't remember her real age and that age fits with my story.

Chapter 1: To Begin Again

Brian looked around the newly rebuilt Babylon. After a few long months of hard work and preparation, Babylon was finally being reopened. After the bombing he had been reluctant to reopen. However, Michael had talked him into it. He needed to get some normalcy back into his life. Things were finally getting back to normal, sort of. Justin was still in New York and Gus, Lindsey, Mel and JR were still in Canada.

"Brian," a voice said in his ear. Brian looked over his shoulder at Michael. He smiled slightly. This was all because of Michael.

"It's getting late Ben and I are gonna go," Michael said, "have fun," he added smiling up at his best friend. For some reason Brian got the feeling Michael was keeping something from him. He shook if off though.

"Of course, go be step-ford fags," Brian teased. Ever since the bombing Brian had become a brand new person, Justin just didn't see that, so he left to New York in hopes of Brian still being Brian. Maybe he thought if they were apart things would go back to the way they were.

Brian watched Michael and Ben leave, then went in search of Ted. He found Ted with Blake at the bar talking, of all things. He told Ted he was calling it a night. He just didn't have it in him anymore to party all night long. Besides it was after midnight and he had work in the morning.

What have I become? he thought.

"It's only midnight," Ted said interrupting his thoughts.

"I know but we both have to be a work in the morning, and besides you can keep things under control can't you?" Brian said

"Yea I guess," Ted said.

"Great," Brian said and he left. He walked out of the club to his car and then he saw him standing there under the street lamp. He froze and thought of the first time he saw Justin. It was under that exact streetlamp so many years ago. He walked over to Justin grinning the whole time. He needed to keep his cool. He needed to make Justin think he was cool with the way things were going. "How's it going?" Brian asked, "Had a busy night?" he asked his lips curling under in his trademark grin.

"Just, uh, checking out the bars you know," Justin said shrugging, "Boy Toy, Meat Hook," he said casually.

"Meat Hook? Really? So your into leather?" Brian asked teasingly. He wanted to jump Justin so bad but he restrained himself.

"Ok Bri cut the crap," Justin said smiling.

"What are you doing here I thought you were in New York working on your art," Brian said.

"I heard my favorite club was reopening and I had to come back," Justin said.

"Who told you?" Brian asked. He did not know whether he should be angry or gald. He wanted Justin to grow as an artist. If him being in New York was what it took then he would not get in his way.

"Debbie," Justin said.

"Well Sunshine," Brian began. Justin shook his head and grabbed Brian by the neck and pulled him closer for a lip crushing kiss.

"Shut up," Justin said, "I couldn't do it," he said.

"Do what?" Brian asked.

"Be away from you and everyone," Justin said, "My life is here," he said. He pulled Brian in for another kiss.

"But what about your art?" Brian asked breaking the kiss.

"It's shit when I'm not with you," Justin said, "I haven't been able to produce anything great in months, all my work lately is only ok," he said.

"That's not what I read," Brian said before he could stop himself. He had kept up with Justin's work over the last few months. The art critics were only raving about him. There was hardly anything negative about his blonde.

"The critics love it yes, but I don't." Justin said.

"Why not?" Brian asked curiously. He placed his arms around Justin in a very familiar embrace. He had missed this. The closeness and what Justin did to him even after all these years.

"Because my inspiration is here in Pittsburg," Justin said.

"So what are you planning to do come back for a few months then go back when they call again," Bian asked before he could stop himself.

"No, I'm here to stay," Justin said, "if they want me then they have to deal with me living here in Pittsburg," he said.

"Or in West Virginia?" Brian asked hopefully.

"You kept the house?" Justin asked shocked. Brian nodded.

"I bought it for you," Brian said, "You never told me you never wanted it," he added.

"Brian, I-I-I don't know what to say," Justin said.

"We could always start where we left off," Brian offered. He looked down at Justin. Their eyes locked. Brian swallowed as he waited for Justin to reply. He was taking a big lap here. He knew where Justin stood on marriage. Hopefully he would get the chance to persuade The blonde otherwise.

"Ok, but Bri I don't - " JUstin began.

"I know," Brian said, "I wouldn't expect you to change your mind," he said. Yet.

"Good," Justin said, "Cause Mr. Kinney I love you just the way you are," he said.

"So who really told you?" Brian asked as he leaned in closer to kiss Justin.

"Deb," Justin said.

"Now, now Sunshine didn't your mother teach you not to lie?" Brian asked playfully. Justin smirked and stole a kiss.

"Fine it was Michael," Justin said grinning, "Now are we gonna go to the loft or to the backroom?" he asked mischievously. Brian thought for a moment.

"Loft," he said after awhile. Justin grinned and allowed Brian to lead him back over to his car. Brian quickly started his car and they were off.

Brian woke up the next morning with someone laying across his chest. He opened his eyes and saw a mop of blonde hair. He smiled as he remembered what had happened. Justin was back. His Sunshine was back. He wrapped his arms around the smaller man and held him close and closed his eyes once more. He had really missed this. Waking up to Justin laying next to him.

"Brian?"

Brian opened his eyes and looked down at Justin an eyebrow arched in curiosity.

"You have to go to work," Justin said softly.

"I'm my own boss I can miss a day," Brian said. Justin smiled up at him and shook his head. "No now go take a shower," he said pointing to the bathroom. Brian sighed and let go of Justin for a second. He stood up and turned back to the blonde.

"Only if you join me," he said grinning. Justin gave Brian another sunshine smile and got out of bed and followed Brian to the bathroom.

Thirty minutes later the two stumbled out of the bedroom and into the kitchen in search of food. Justin found some eggs and started cooking.

Brian had missed the home cooked meals. The last few month the only home cooked meals he got were either from Jenifer of Debbie. He liked their food but not as much as Justin's. There was just something about the way Justin coked. Brian stood by the counter watching Justin. He decided to just take in the way Justin looked. He had longed for months to see him again. The whole tinme Justin was gone they had only really talked twice. Both times one of the two was distracted. Brian with his work and Justin with his art.

The phone started ringing. Brian torn his eyes away from the beautiful man in front of him to glare at the phone. He walked over to it and picked it up.

"Hello?" he said.

"Oh good you answered finally," Came the voice of Lindsey Peterson, his old friend. He smiled.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"I was wondering if you had room for four?" Lindsey said.

"Why you wanna come visit?" Brian asked.

"Sort of," Lindsey said mysteriously, "So do you have room?" she asked.

"Of course I have room, Britin could fit everybody in our 'Family,'" he said looking over at Justin who was watching him now. He mouthed the word, 'Lindsey' to the confused blonde. Justin's mouth opened in a small 'oh.'

"Brian we miss everybody moving here was a big mistake," Lindsey said finally.

"You're coming back?" Brian asked shocked.

"We want to," Lindsey said, "We miss everybody and Gus really misses his Daddies," she said.

"Daddies?" Brian asked confused.

"Oh sorry, that's what he calls Justin now," Lindsey said. Justin whipped around to look at Brian, his eyes wide. he raced over to the Brunette. He grabbed the phone.

"Lindsey we agreed not to tell him that," Justin said quickly.

"It's ok we did tell him he could call you that after all," Brian said grabbing the phone back from his lover.

"Justin's there?" Lindsey asked confused.

"Yes it seems he miss dear old Liberty Avenue too," Brian said, "so when can I expect you?" he asked.

"Within the week," Lindsey said, "We're looking for a place of our own," she added quickly.

"Alright see you then," Brian said. He hung up the phone and noticed her had four new messages. He set the phone down and played them. The first one was from Michael.

"Brian Ma's gonna call and invite you to dinner tomorrow night. You cannot miss this one or she'll kill you. I'm just calling to warn you. Hunter said he would help her if you flaked out again. I don't see why you can't just come over for one night it's not like it's gonna kill you."

The next was from Debbie herself.

"Brian Fuckin Kinney I don't care if it kills you you have to come to dinner this week or I will kill you. You have missed two weeks in a row already. I've got Hunter to help me if you don't show up. Remember I'm dating a detective now and your murder would just be a mystery. It's tomorrow night at seven you better be there."

The next was from Lindsey.

"Brian this is Lindsey, when you get this call me. I have something I need to ask you it's important."

The fourth and Final message was from Molly Taylor, Justin's younger sister.

"Brian, I didn't know who to call I can't get a hold of Justin maybe you can, I don't know," came her little voice. She sounded like she had been crying and was scared. "He needs to come home there's been an accident call me once you get this. I got a cell phone now the number is 555-0192."

"An accident?" Justin asked his eye wide. He ran to the bedroom where he had left his bag before going to look for Brian. He had several messages.

"Call you sister she sounded freaked," Brian said handing the phone to the blonde.

Justin nodded and called Molly on her cell. She answered and Justin put her on speaker phone so Brian culd hear.

"Hello Brian?" Molly asked.

"Yes, Molly Justin's here too," Brina said, "He come back last night but never got your messages," he said.

"What's wrong?" Justin asked.

"There was an accident, mom and Tucker were coming home from a client party and their car was hit," Molly said, she sounded like she had been crying.

"Is mom ok?" Justin asked.

"She was driving and some idiot ran the red light," Molly continued, "She was hit and she went into suergy last night. Tucker's alright he's awake and alert just a few scratches and what not," she sahd shakily.

"Molly," Justin said, "What about mom?" he asked.

"She hasn't woken up ad and the doctors aren't too hopeful" Molly said.