Disclaimer: I do not own Queer as Folk, or any of the characters in this story. They belong to Cowlip and Showtime. I'm just borrowing them, to create a story to cure my boredom.

CHAPTER 3

The Verdict

"Well, it'll be a few days before I get the results" the doctor said as Brian got up and put on his jacket. "Alright" Brian mumbled. "I'll be phoning you once I know, I assume the number you gave me is your home number?" the doctor questioned, causing Brian to smirk "Yeah." he said.

As Brian walked out of the doctors office he saw Justin racing up to him, and as he tried to give him a hug, Brian pushed him away. Causing Justin to give him a odd glare. "What?" Brian said. Justin just looked at him. "So? Are you? Or not?" Justin asked, rather hesitantly. "Don't you think if I knew I'd either be hanging myself, or fucking the doctor?" "Fine then." Justin said as he turned and started walking away.

"Wait.. wait, I'm - how did you get here? I don't see Daphne's car... you didn't tell anyone did you?!" Brian shouted

"I'm not even going to justify that with an answer" Justin said, not even turning around to look at Brian.

Brian ran after Justin, spun him around and hugged him. Justin just continued to walk after Brian let him out of his embrace. So Brian ran after him again, stood in front of him, grabbed the back of his neck, and started to kiss him.

He looked Justin in the eyes, and said "I'm sorry"

Justin couldn't help but forgive those sweet yet sinful hazel eyes. "I know." He whispered. Then the walked back to the loft together. Once they got there, Brian pushed Justin up against the wall and started kissing his neck, and chin. Justin wasn't really sure this was a good idea. Just as Brian was about to pull of Justin's shirt, Justin said "Look, um.. do you really think now is the best time to be doing this?" Brian rolled his eyes. "Well when would you like to do it? When I'm old and diseased, and on deaths door? This may be the last fuck you get from me, before Im wasting away in a hospital bed." Justin just stared at Brian "Don't talk like that, that's not going to happen to you, besides you don't even know if you're positive yet!"

Lindsay let out a gasp, and both Brian and Justin turned around and stared at her.

"Positive? What's going on here?" She said.

"Nothing! Don't you people knock first?" Brian said angrily. "The door was open, you guys really should think about closing your door, before you go at it, and anyways thats not the point, the point is-" "The point" Brian interjected "Is that you shouldn't be here asking questions about things that are none of your fucking business!" Lindsay just stood there, and said "Look Brian, you know me, and trying to intimidate me, or acting like a complete dick, isn't going to make me go away, now tell me what the fuck is going on!"

After Brian and Justin explained everything, Lindsay got up and hugged Brian. Then she said "Well, let me know when you find out the results, if you need anything-" "Yeah, yeah I'll call you, now will you get the fuck out of here?" Brian grinned. Lindsay smiled, then started descending the stairs.

"Well... What do you want to do now?" Justin asked Brian, who just grinned, but when he saw Justin give him a look that said "Don't be stupid" he just shrugged and flopped down into his bed.

The past few days had been hell, for Brian, Justin and Lindsay, although none of them could show it, because no one else knew, and they couldn't.

The phone rang, and Justin picked up (instinctively) and Brian stood there, wanting to know if it was for him or not, but Justin just stood there, said "Mhmm" a few times, and then hung up.

"Well, who the fuck was it?" Brian asked, while getting out some peanut butter. "Uh. it- w-was" Justin stuttered "W-w-w-w-was who?" Brian mocked. "The clinic" Justin said, as he stared blankly ahead of him.

"So? Am I going to die old and alone? Or should I be undressing right about now." Brian joked.

Justin just stared at him, as tears started to run down his cheeks.