Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these wonderful characters. No infringement intended.

A/N: Just a little thought I had while I was going through the post series blues. I was having a moment. Hope you like it. =)

On My Way

Brian wondered why he had really re-opened Babylon after the explosion that had forced him to not only accept, but acknowledge his own true reality.

The reality of his love for Justin Taylor.

He had always known he cared about the boy...even at the very beginning.

Then he had thought it had been based on Justin having the tightest and most assuredly the hottest piece of ass it had ever been his pleasure to fuck.

That was a compliment to Justin whether he knew it or not.

Brian had fucked more hot men than he could ever begin to count.

Yet, it was that determined blond headed boy that wouldn't give up that ended up stealing his heart.

How ironic. The "stud of Liberty Avenue" caught by an inexperienced twink.

Now...the boy that had turned the "master" into the best homosexual he could possibly be was gone. Living his dream in New York.

Brian knew all it would take would be one phone call and his Sunshine would return.

Not a day had passed by that he had not been tempted to do so. The nights even more so.

He hated sliding into his bed without Justin next to him.

It was empty.

It was cold.

Now as he looked around Babylon he understood why he was here.

This was in part his home. But, the best part of it was his memories of Justin here.

At the bar. Outside. Most particularly his first glimpse of him under the street lamp. In the backroom. Every fucking where he looked - Justin was present.

He gave a terse nod to Michael and Ben as he headed out...once again on his way home without a trick.

Brian had been pondering a decision for weeks now. To be honest it had occurred to him as soon as Justin was gone.

It was the only solution to resolve the ache in his gut along with the one in his groin as well.

Uncaring it was after midnight he flipped open his phone to dial Ted.

His groggy accountant that had somehow became his business manager; as well as he shuddered to admit - one of his closest friends answered the phone with an incoherent response.

"Rise and shine, Theodore." Brian drawled with purpose.

"Bri, it's going on 1 a.m." Ted bemoaned needlessly.

"Really? Damn...you are good, Schmidt. So that's why I pay you the big bucks." he smirked.

Ted sat up in bed rolling his eyes trying to keep his voice down before he woke up Blake. "Okay, you have my attention, boss. What's so important?"

"Two things, Theodore. This is priority. First thing in the morning." Brian said with all seriousness.

That finally got Ted's complete attention. "Let's hear it."

"I want you to get me the real estate listings on all residential and business properties in New York." Brian said unblinkingly knowing Ted would understand - perhaps better than anyone else would.

Ted smiled and nodded to himself. "Consider it done, Brian. Anything else?"

"Yes." Brian said as he curled his lip under and continued, "Book me on the next flight to New York."

Ending the call Brian smiled a true smile for the first time since Justin had taken the flight that had destroyed his world. Then he murmured a statement of intent. "I'm coming home, Sunshine."