Hey! So I just recently re-discovered QAF and have fallen in love with it all over again. I especially love the Justin/Brian storylines but I didn't like the finale as I am a huge fan of happy ending as long as I like the characters!

This has been in my head for days now; it came to me in a dream (Ooh, look at me being all psychic!).

In this Fic Brian fathered Gus and Jenny-Rebecca.

People were stood everywhere, crowds lining the streets, desperate to catch a glimpse of what had happened. The fierce orange low of fire danced alongside the blue flashing lights of the ambulances trying to tend to the sick.

The police were desperately trying to hold back frantic family members calling out for loved ones and clearing the way for the fire brigade.

Brian Kinney, the Brian Kinney surveyed the scene with panic on his face; Justin was in there, what if he had been hurt, what if he was…? No, that was too painful to even comprehend. The blonde youth had wormed his way past the many barriers and into his heart, something no other person had managed to do, Brian Kinney had never loved anyone, but he loved this boy. He just couldn't admit it.

"Justin!" He shouted desperately, looking around frantically for any sign of his partner. Over by the door he saw a flash of blonde hair, instinctively he ran for him before stopping abruptly as the boy turned around. It wasn't Justin.

Just then a body, it's face all charred got wheeled out on a stretcher. The only sign of life was the constant twitching of his little finger.

"Mikey"" Brian whispered, his voice cracking as he took in the sight of his best friend.

The paramedics quickly hurried him towards an ambulance with urgency, a small band of people hurried behind. Debbie had tears streaming down her face as she looked at her baby all charred and broken, Ben looked no different. Ben's face was screwed up in a mixture of pain and anguish. He had a big red gash on his forehead that was seeping blood but he didn't seem to notice. In the back of his mind Brian had a nagging feeling he should tell somebody, something about HIV but he couldn't quite remember.

A paramedic beat him to it though

"Sir, let me have a look at that gash on your head" Ben's hand flew up to his head and upon feeling the wet sticky blood he paled considerably; he was positive, and anyone with a cut could have had contact with his blood…they could now be infected. He quickly looked hunter over, skimming his appearance for any cuts.

The paramedic reached out a hand to touch the cut and Ben noticed a small graze on his wrist.

"Don't" he snapped suddenly "Sorry" he apologised "I'm HIV positive, you've got a graze on your hand"

The Paramedic smiled gratefully and withdrew his hand "I'll get a colleague to look over you"

Xxx

Brian continued his search for Justin, but he couldn't see him anywhere. He definitely wasn't outside the club, so that meant two things, either he was injured or, or dead. Or that he was fine and inside the club…

Brian pushed his way past the crowds and slipped past the police and into the remains of Babylon. The smell of smoke hit him first, then came the sickly sweet stench of charred flesh, Brian had to force himself not to vomit. The panic was suddenly increased ten-fold as he saw the sheer devastation inside.

He almost tripped over something in the semi-darkness; it felt like…not, it couldn't be! It felt like a body.

He looked down and gasped with shock, he didn't care that tears were leaking down his face, he didn't care that the arrogant, carefree, heartless Brian Kinney was showing the rest of the world his true self, for what he saw was that terrible.

Lying on the floor with their arms around each other were two very important people in his life. Mel and Lindsey were curled into each other, neither moving nor making a sound. Brian knelt down and gently pressed down against Lindsey's pale neck; no pulse. He repeated it with Melanie; no pulse.

The silent gasps of horror were nothing to the panic he was feeling inside, and the sorrow. What about their children…his children? Where were they? Where was Justin?

Brian was in a state of shock, not able to take in what he was seeing, he only had one purpose now and that was to find the boy who he had driven away so many times, yet who had kept coming back.

"Justin" He cried out, his voice cracking in the middle. He could hear the firemen shouting for everyone to get out, the alarms of Babylon constantly ringing as he battled his was through the swarm of people trying to get out, he was going further and further into the depths of the club, the dim blue lighting of the club's disco lights still flashing on and on.

As he looked up he saw a woman crying hysterically as she cradled the body of what he assumed to be her partner close to her body. He couldn't care less, he needed to find Justin.

A fireman grabbed at him sleeve and tried to guide him out but he shook him off, mumbling something incoherent about his boyfriend.

"Justin!" He shouted again, emotion raw in his voice. He covered his face with his hands, blocking out the sensory information that was causing an overload.

When he removed them he saw a figure in a dirty blue shirt, soot and dirt all over his otherwise unhurt face. His blonde hair was coated in blood and ash.

Brian literally ran toward him grabbing his shirt and pulling him close, wrapping his arms around the boy he loved so dearly.

Justin clung onto Brian tightly, burying his head into the older man's shoulder, pressing their bodies together. Hot tears ran down his face as he realised what he almost lost, he collapsed into Brian's arms in relief. He didn't where Brian had been, he could have been in the club and seriously hurt for all Justin knew.

Brian pulled back and frantically ran his hands over Justin, checking for any injuries. He caressed his face with his hands, smudging the dirt that was already coating his face. He kissed him gently but passionately, communicating his relief to Justin through actions instead of words, proving how much he cared.

"I love you" Brian Kinney whispered passionately as he looked at his Partner, his boyfriend…whatever you want to call it. He loved him, he had known it right from the start, it had just taken him this long to admit it. The prospect of loosing him had been too much to handle, too much to even comprehend. "I love you Justin" he repeated louder,

The look of pure happiness and love on Justin's face was beautiful, tears spilled down from his eyes, clearing pathways in the grime that covered his face. He smiled

"I know" Justin replied; he had always known, but it had taken something like this to make him admit it. Just the fact he had said it proved something, He, Justin Taylor had made him care, he was the first person Brian Kinney had ever loved in this way, and Brian was the only person for whom Justin had ever cared for this deeply.

He reached up and kissed him, Brian held him even closer than before.

Justin was safe. Everything else could wait.

Xxx

The paramedic heard the screaming of a baby in the background, it seemed to be coming from the direction of an upturned car on the sidewalk.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" He shouted, warily advancing towards the car. The screaming was getting louder, it was definitely coming from the car

"Mommy?" a little voice shouted quietly, muffled by the car.

The paramedic shouted for help; he could see the silhouette of a young boy, 3 or 4, 5 at the most and a baby.

"Hello there, I'm jake, I'm here to help you" the paramedic said softly, not wanting to scare the already distressed boy "What's your name?"

"Gus" The little boy said warily "Will you help me? And my sister?" he asked, reaching a small white hand out of the window, the paramedic grasped it gently

"Of course"

Just a little chapter to start off with, hope you like it!