This came out of nowhere. It is set 5 years after the series ended, Brian and Justin are married and Justin has come back from NYC (Obviously). I own no one and nothing in this story except the bashers. Please don't hate me for this. It will get happier. Um…eventually.

Brian didn't see the 5 men watching as they walked. Though that was understandable considering that Justin was lit up like fourth of July. He was pulling at Brian's arm like a child does when he is excited about a secret.

"The doctor says she's healthy and perfect and Daphne's doing great too." Justin gushed, grinning from ear to ear. "We're going to parents," he squealed, "Not just summer and Christmas but all the time. We'll get to feed her and hold her and rock her to sleep." Brian smirked,

"And wake up in the middle of the night to change her, and listen to her scream all the time." He paused, "Do you have your heart set on this?" He teased, Justin swatted him playfully, but continued to grin. Brian wrapped his arms around his husband from behind, kissing his cheek lovingly, the truth was, he was just as excited about this little girl. A child that was ½ Justin and ½ Daphne was bound to be one of the most gorgeous children ever in existence. And Brian wasn't biased about that opinion at all. Justin turned his face so that he could kiss Brian's lips properly and Brian held on tight to the warmth of his lover.

"You are going to be an amazing father," Brian told him, smiling warmly at him. Justin grinned impossibly wider and was about to turn back around to continue walking when he saw Brian's face go straight and hard; it was something he did when he didn't want anyone to realize that he was scared or hurt.

"Bri?" Justin whispered as he moved to see what Brian had seen. Brian quickly put his husband facing the men, holding him as close as he could get, trying to position the younger man as much behind him as he could. But Justin stayed glued to his side, unwilling to be protected.

"Good afternoon," Brian nodded, hoping that maybe the men were just passing by, that they had no intentions of speaking to the couple. They weren't that lucky, however.

"Why do you have to flaunt your disgusting life style for the world to see?" One of the men growled, viciously. Brian raised an eyebrow as he looked around, seemingly casual, for anyone who could possibly help them. But as it was, he and Justin had gone to an extremely secluded part of the park, by design so that they could be alone.

"Why do you have to watch?" Brian replied, knowing that it was stupid to bait these men, especially since Justin's safety was on the line.

"And we weren't flaunting, if you want to see flaunting, we can show you flaunting." Justin hissed, just as tough and strong as those men, except that they all weighted at least 200lbs as opposed to Justin's 130 and Brian's 143. The men's eyes darkened dangerously and Brian took an unconscious step back, pulling Justin with him.

"Boys I think it's time to teach these queers a lesson, on how to respect their superiors."

"Superiors?" Brian couldn't resist, his eyes narrowing angrily.

"That's right, fag, we are superior to a couple of pieces of trash like you." Brian saw Justin blink three times in rapid succession, the hint that he had been hurt. Brian tightened his grip on Justin, just to let him know that those assholes wouldn't touch him.

"We weren't hurting you, just let us go on our way," Justin said steadily, which was more than he felt, Brian knew.

"No, I think you need to be taught a lesson, on how your choices have consequences. And you choose a revolting lifestyle and you pay the price." Brian knew Justin was going to go into a rant of how it wasn't a choice, that this was who they were, so he spoke up before his lover had the chance.

"You don't need both of us," Brian stated, "Let him go, I'll stay, I won't even put up a fight, but he gets to leave, safely."

"Like hell I am going to leave you," Justin said softly under his breath.

"Justin, this is not the time to argue, you are going to get the fuck out of here, do you understand me?" Brian hissed, leaving no room for a rebuttal, but of course that didn't stop his stubborn husband who may as well have ground his heels in the ground and snorted in defiance.

"No, neither one of you are leaving, one of you has to watch, to see what this life causes." Both men paled, this wasn't just getting a few punches, this was a full on bashing. One if not both of them could end up dead or at the very least permanently injured. Suddenly a couple of the men chuckled, pleased,

"Look at that Jeff, the fairies are scared," Brian felt Justin get a little bit closer to him, shifting his body towards his husband. This statement and obvious truth, caused the other three men to laugh as the leader, who was apparently Jeff, approached them. This time Brian didn't go for subtlety, he grabbed Justin's shoulders and put the blonde behind him, refusing to watch something he'd been forced to witness 10 years before.

"So he's the one that takes it in the ass," Jeff chuckled, seeing the clear difference. Brian glared and felt Justin grab his shirt tighter,

"Have you ever taken it like a man? It's nothing like it." Brian growled, knowing exactly what he was doing, and so did Justin as he buried his face in Brian's back, Brian guessed to keep from crying out.

"Take him," Jeff hissed, somehow two of the men got behind Brian and grabbed Justin

"NO!" Brian cried, trying to grab Justin's hand as the blonde kicked, squirmed and attempted to tear away from the men's grasp. But then four beefy hands grabbed Brian just as Justin managed to elbow one of his captors in the nose. The man cried out and the other punched Justin in the stomach, the surprise and force of the blow caused Justin to release a yelp of pain, but he didn't stop stuggling. Brian jerked and pulled desperately in Justin's direction; both of them were making it extremely difficult to be held on to. Jeff noticed and pulled a pistol out of his jacket and pointed it at Brian's face.

"If you don't stop fighting, I will blow his fucking brains out." It was as though someone had flipped a switch and Justin stopped moving completely, his breath being released in harsh, shaking gasps. "There's a good faggot," Brian scowled, he hated that word, particularly directed at Justin. Then Jeff turned to Brian who glared back, "Boys, I don't want this piece of shit able to solid foods went we're done with him." Justin lunged forward,

"NO!" but there were still two men holding him too tightly and he didn't even get a foot closer to his husband. "No, please, no, stop!" Justin screamed as one of the men released Brian and the other took both of his arms in his hands. Then the first man punched Brian viciously in the jaw and the brunette's head snapped to the side and his body moved in such a way that Justin knew that had he not been held up he would have fallen. But the next second Brian was looking back at his attacker,

"I've had blow jobs that packed more of a punch than you."

"Brian!" Justin half wailed and half sobbed, he knew Brian was making sure that they stayed on him instead of going to Justin. The man took that as a challenge and put as much force behind the next punch as he could, burying his fist in Brian's stomach before one second later clocking him in the cheek. Justin let out a sob as Brian spit blood out of his mouth, moaning softly. "Please stop. Please," the 27 year old sobbed, still pulling, albeit with much less strength at the men holding him.

"You know what, Allen, you don't both need to hold that little sissy, you go help, Micah can handle him." Justin let out a cry of horror as one of the men holding him released him and he was held tighter by the other. Tears streamed down his face, despite his pleading and struggling, he was still watching his husband being beaten to death in front of him. With the two men going at Brian it didn't take long for the smart ass comments to stop and the moans, grunts and cries to start. Justin screamed after a punch to the ribs caused a sickening crunch to echo in the air.

"STOP IT! YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH!" Justin screeched as Brian didn't bring his head back up. "He's hurt, please!" suddenly Jeff turned to Justin, but the blonde kept his eyes on Brian who looked back weakly.

"If you-" Jeff slammed his fist into Justin's ribs "Don't shut-" then he nailed him in the jaw, "the fuck up," he hit Justin ribs again with such force that a snap was heard and Justin screamed, doubling over.

"Justin! Brian cried, earning another punch to the face,

"I'll kill you." Then Jeff kneed Justin's face, catching his nose and causing the younger man to be thrown straight up again. The man holding Justin released him and Justin fell ungracefully to the ground.

Justin panted in pain, looking over at Brian who was looking at him anxiously. Brian's face was already bruising, several places were cut, including his lip which was split.

"I love you," Brian mouthed, and Justin knew that every movement hurt him. Jeff bent down next to Brian who was on his knees, his torso being held up by one of the men. Jeff muttered something and Brian's eyes flashed angrily.

"You can go straight to hell," despite his face being bloody, and battered face, Brian still managed to sound ferocious.

"Him first," Jeff replied, kicking Justin hard in his already broken rib. Justin screeched in agony and Brian growled in anger.

"Stop!" the brunette yelled, his teeth gritted as Justin stayed curled up on the ground, holding his side, moaning softly.

"Fine, what do you want me—" Brian asked angrily as watched, Justin raised his head to look back at him.

"You—" the was said to close to Brian's ear for him to hear but Justin saw Brian's beautiful hazel eyes practically turn red with fury. Justin knew he wasn't going to like what was about to happen. Brian paused, shutting his eyes for a moment before opening his mouth,

"Justin, you have been nothing but a pain in my ass since that damn night under the light post." Justin said nothing, he just stared at his partner, waiting for some sign that Brian was going to stop. "I wish I had never taken you home, I wish I had left you to get picked up by some trick that had taken you and dumped you, like I should have." Justin knew that was a lie but it didn't stop the tears from welling up in his eyes. He crawled up to his knees, still holding his side. "I don't love you, you were a fuck that I let stay because you were bashed and so pathetic that I got stuck with you." That was just a little bit too low and Justin let a sob slip out, noticing that Brian flinched and turned away but then Jeff grabbed his hair and forced him to look back and a shake told him to continue. Brian was fighting his own tears as he told the next lie, "If Chris had done his job right I wouldn't be here." That was it. That was what it took for Justin to break, tears poured from his face as his throat hiccupped with sobs, until they became full on choked on sobs. "Justin…" Brian breathed moving to crawl over to his husband but his collar was grabbed and he was jerked back, thrown onto the ground.

"He deserved that, now this is for you." Jeff kicked him in the ribs, causing Brian to scream and Justin to stop crying and look up at what was happening. Brian didn't mean what he had just said. They had been together long enough for Justin to know that Brian loved him, without question and that he didn't regret a single moment of their relationship.

"You fuckers!" Justin yelled, leaping to his feet, much to the men's surprise. He managed to use this to his advantage as he ran over and shoved Jeff away. He knew it was fruitless, knew that it was only a few seconds until they reacted, he kneeled next to Brian, who looked up at him wincing. "Baby, you're gonna be ok, I'm going to get us out of this." Justin promised as they dragged him away from his lover, punching him once again in his abused stomach. He groaned but it was Brian that started to get kicked,

"Damn it! Stop, you are going to kill him. I know your names and descriptions you aren't going to get away with this." Justin screamed, Micah put his hand over Justin's mouth and the blonde tried to bite down, but it was just out of reach.

"No you won't you little shit, because, if you rat on us, we'll find Daphne, and kill her and that bastard child she's carrying," Justin snapped his head to Micah, staring unbelievingly at the man. This was one thing, a gay bashing was unsurprising, but he was threatening an innocent pregnant woman. They must have heard Justin and Brian talking about it earlier. Brian's scream as his wrist was broken from a kick, brought Justin out of his thoughts, he'd kill these fucks himself. Then Allen kicked Brian's jaw, a sharp snap and then a limp, motionless Brian caused everyone to still.

"BRIAN!" Justin roared, no longer being held back as Micah just stared in horror, they hadn't meant for it to go this far. They hadn't really planned on killing him. Justin threw himself on Brian, no one did anything to stop it. Justin looked down at Brian, his body shaking with sobs, but as he looked down at the man he realized something, he was still colored, his face, though beaten nearly beyond recognition still had blood in it. Justin carefully checked his pulse, harder and loud sobs escaping when a soft but steady bump-bump hit his fingers. Then men took it as the opposite, not as relieved sobs but as sobs of a lover left behind. "Just go away, for fuck's sake just go," Justin growled, wrapping his arms delicately around Brian's neck, holding him carefully. "I love you, and you are still as beautiful as always,' he whispered, noticing that the men were walking away slightly dazed. "It's ok, I'm here, I'm calling the ambulance now," Justin's voice was strong and unbroken now, knowing that Brian needed to be reassured, as unconscious as he may be.

The ambulance arrived and the paramedics had to pry Justin away from Brian, as Justin watched with tear filled eyes as they worked on the beaten man. He gave their information robotically when they asked. He didn't give any other option as they loaded Brian into the ambulance as he climbed in there with him. He didn't know how long they had been driving, him holding Brian's hand and staring at his wounded body before a soft voice pulled him away,
"Mr. Taylor," it was a sandy blonde paramedic with her hair pulled back into a pony tail. "We're going to have to check you out as well." Justin had forgotten about his own injuries,

"I'm ok, just some broken ribs and some bruising," he turned back to Brian, "Do you know if he's going to be ok?" His voice heightening in fear, letting the paramedic tenderly pressed against his ribs to assess the damage. He barely flinched when she hit a broken one, waiting for her answer.

"Honestly, I don't know. It's pretty bad, best case, he's in the hospital for at least 2 months, his jaw his shattered, 5 ribs are broken or cracked. His wrist is broken, his cheek bone is fractured and…"

"I get it." Justin squeaked, tears trickling down his face.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted you to know." The woman replied, Justin turned to her,

"Thank you," he paused, "Have you ever seen anything like this?"

"Not a hate crime, but I've seen a woman raped and beaten almost as badly as your boyfriend,"

"Husband," Justin corrected her softly. "Did the woman live?" he asked, biting his bottom lip, afraid of the answer.

"No, but I have to admit that I think it was because she had nothing to live for. She lived 5 days before she basically gave up. He has you, that gives him one leg up." Justin almost smiled, yes, Brian would always have him.

"We're having a baby, my best friend is carrying it." Justin murmured, basically just to have something else to say.

"Do you know the sex yet?" A male paramedic with dark brown hair and sharp green eyes looked at him. He would have been completely Brian's type when they were younger.

"It's a girl." Justin reported, almost smiling at the thought of his child. "We already have a boy, well part time. He lives with his mothers during the school year but we get him during the summer. He's ten. God, he's going to freak out when he hears, he adores Brian, they look exactly alike." Justin's throat caught with sobs at the thought of the only thing he would have of Brian when this was over was his son.

"Have you talked about names, for the baby?" The woman paramedic asked, clearly trying to soothe Justin. It worked, he sniffed a bit before nodding,

"He likes Charlotte, I like Ava. We'll probably go with Charlotte since I named Gus." Both paramedics smiled comfortingly and Justin was pretty sure that God did love them, that He had sent to non judgmental, kind paramedics, it was small, but Justin didn't think he could take anymore hate.

So yeah, there's that. Hope you liked my writing. IF you didn't I want you to review anyway. No flames, but if you find something that could be improved please let me know. And if you liked it, it's nice to hear. So Review please!