Disclaimer: None of the characters of Queer as folk belong to me. If they did, I would not be writing this, I would be randomly showing up on set and following Randy around thinking bad thoughts.

A/N: This is an AU story, so Daphne and Justin never did the nasty and Daphne never got "wierd". Also, I have no kind of medical training, so it the bit at the end sounds like complete crap, that's because that's probably what it is. Also, I don't have a beta so sorry if the grammar is crap.

"What an asshole!" Daphne said as she helped her friend up off the floor where he had just been pushed.

"Yeah, well, nothing new there." Justin let out a deep sigh as he dusted off the back of his pants.

"I can't believe you ever liked that guy!" Daphne's eyes shot daggers at Chris' back as he walked away.

"Well before I 'turned' gay, he was always perfectly nice to me. How was I supposed to know he was a homophobic asshole?!"

"Hey! Don't even worry about! You are SO much better off without him! Can you imagine trying to kiss him?" She asked, shivering. "He has the finesse of an elephant"

This got Justin laughing ungracefully, not caring how he looked. "Yeah, and he's not exactly well-endowed."

"Oh my gosh, you're kidding! I thought you said he was big!" Daphne's eyes had gotten huge at this new revelation.

"Well, that was back when I liked him. I didn't want to get any rumors started or hurt his reputation or anything."

"I guess you don't care anymore, huh?"

"Pfft, Fuck him! I don't care if the whole world knows that an ant has a bigger dick than him!"

Justin tried to bite back a grin but soon failed when Daphne doubled over with laughter. They both laughed hysterically for a couple minutes, oblivious to the eyes staring at them incredulously. After they finally got themselves together, Justin looked over to Daphne and asked her what had been on his mind.

"So, are you planning on going to the prom?"

"Naw, no one asked me and it seems kind of stupid to waste all that money to stand by the wall and watch other people dance with their date."

"I asked Brian to go with me."

"You're kidding me! Well…what did he say?"

"Take a wild guess." Justin gave her a significant look.

"Aw, I'm sorry Justin."

"It's cool. I mean, it would have been awesome if he had said yes. The ultimate Fuck You to all these homophobes. But what can you do?"

"Yeah, and you can't really blame him, can you? I know I never want to come back here unless I have to!"

"Yeah, I was gonna just not go, but then Debbie and my Mom gave me this big lecture about how I deserve to go and what a big deal it is and how much I'll regret it if I don't go. Why don't we go together?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, why not? It'll be fun! Probably more fun if we went with an actual date because we won't be as nervous."

"That's true. I'm not afraid to look like a dork in front of you."

"Yeah, because I'm used to it by now."

"Uggh! You jerk!" Daphne exclaimed, punching Justin in the arm.

"Hey! You totally asked for that one!"

"Well, since you're such a sweet talker, how could I possibly turn you down?"

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist my charm!" Justin said with a cheesy grin, throwing his arm around Daphne's shoulder. "Oh, and by the way, that fucking hurt!"

Justin felt like royalty as he walked down the stairs to let his family see how he looked. Justin had been admittedly nervous about letting Emmett be the one to help him get ready. However, having seen himself in the mirror, he had to admit that he looked good. He got to the foot of the stairs and heard several gasps. He automatically looked to his mom first and saw that both she and Debbie had tears in their eyes. No real surprise there. He faintly heard Lindsay and Mel saying something about doing him, but at this point was so excited that he couldn't hear much of anything over the beating of his own heart. He looked over and saw Daphne standing near the door in her bright dress, her hair up in a pretty style. There was a huge grin plastered on her face and she looked just as excited as he felt. She really was a beautiful girl and he felt a little pang looking at her, thinking how much easier life would be if this were a real date. Justin held back a small sigh and pushed these thoughts away. He walked over to Daphne and gave her a tight hug and a soft kiss on the cheek.

"You look gorgeous, Daph."

"You don't look so bad yourself, stud."

"You'll both make every dick in the house hard, now, come on. Out. Out." Emmett said, ushering them out the door.

"Wait!"

"Hold it right there, Sunshine!"

Jennifer and Debbie both held up cameras, waving the pair back expectantly. After they had reluctantly posed for several pictures for both cameras, they finally got out the door, into the limo, and were on their way.

Justin and Daphne stood were in the center of the dance floor, dancing their hearts out and having a great time, not caring who was watching or what they looked like. They were unaware of the fact that people were watching, but it was because the were by far the best dancers there. While the other teenagers all seemed nervous and a tad bit tense, Justin and Daphne both seemed loose and carefree. And it didn't hurt that Justin's mom had forced him to learn how to dance at a young age, so it came naturally to him now.

"…Don't you think it's time we went a bit further, oh yeah. Every night when I say goodbye, I get a head looking in your eyes…" Justin sang along as he danced.

"It's how can I help looking in your eyes!"

"No, it's not, it's 'get a head'!"

"Why would it be that, Justin? That doesn't make any sense, get ahead of what?" Daphne asked, crinkling her brow and sticking her head out a little, giving Justin a look like he's an idiot.

"No, not get ahead, 'get a head'"

"What? But that doesn't make any…Ew! Justin, you're disgusting! What is wrong with you?" Daphne asked, hitting him in the arm.

"I'm not disgusting. You're just naiive. That whole song is about sex Daphne."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, Daphne, it is."

"Justin, you are just completely perverted."

"Oh, okay, and I guess 'When the Lights Go Out' is about a guy trying to convince a girl to play hide and seek huh?"

"Shut up, Justin. Even if you are right and it is about that, I'm still right. See, I don't care if the song is about eating popcorn in the snow, your version sounds stupid."

"Oh, okay, since you've made that wonderful point, I guess I'll just have to admit defeat."

"I'm glad you see it my way."

Unaware that they were being watched by Chris, even when he was 'making out' with his girlfriend, the pair danced on throughout the entire night. Both had a wonderful time and Justin hardly even thought about the fact that he was there with Daphne, not Brian. At the end of the night they decided to leave about twenty minutes early to beat avoid the heavy traffic of everyone leaving and stop to get something to eat at the Pizza parlor before the headed to Debbie's.

They were about halfway across the parking garage when all of a sudden Daphne heard a thud and felt Justin fall to the ground. Confused, she turned to see if he had tripped or something and barely registered the shape of a bat before it collided with her temple. Chris looked down at Daphne's limp form and bit his lip. He hadn't planned on having to hit her too, but he couldn't have anyone knowing it was him. With one last look, he ran and threw the bat down onto the streets, thinking the cars running over it would probably break it up real good and cover his fingerprints with tire marks. Having done the deed, he calmly walked back to the crowd to tell his girl that he was done using the bathroom and was ready to go.

Debbie, Emmett, Ted, Jennifer, Craig, Vic, Lindsay, Brian, Michael, and Daphne's parents all stood in the waiting room of the hospital waiting to hear some kind of news.

"See, this is what being a fag has brought my once innocent son. Are you happy now, pervert?" Craig asked, looking toward where Brian had been sitting silently since he got there.

"No. This is what going to school with a bunch of homophobic pricks has gotten your 18 year old son who never did anything wrong."

"Why are any of you even here? It's not like you care about him! You support him getting molested on a regular basis by this disgusting whore!"

"Brian may be promiscuous, but he would anything to anyone who didn't want it. And who are you to try to say who cares about him and who doesn't? You are the one who is sitting here waiting to find out if your son is going to live or die, and are you spending this time being scared or worried? Are you even spending it hating the guy who did this? No! You're spending it telling us all how it's his fault. Well don't you dare tell ME I don't care about sunshine! You can just fuck off!"

"I never said it was his fault. But you can't be too surprised that it happened, can you? He's the one who chose to come."

"Why should he not be allowed to go to his SENIOR PROM just because some…"

"SHUT UP!! Both of you, just stop it! This isn't helping anything! We're all upset and you are not making this any easier." Jennifer interrupted in an uncharacteristic display.

"Get this disgusting Bitch away from me and I'll gladly shut up." Craig said smugly.

"Craig, if you say one more FUCKING word about our son, I will personally rip your tonsils out and shove them up your ass!" Jennifer threatened, looking very likely to follow through.

Craig quietly sat back down. Debbie was calmly walking back across the room to her seat next to Vic when the doctor finally walked in with a chart.

"Taylor and Chanders?"

"That's us." Debbie said hurriedly.

"All of you?"

"No, they're…" Craig started.

"Yes, Doc., just, please, tell us what's going on." Jennifer interrupted.

"Who do you want to hear about first?"

"Daphne!!" Daphne's mom exclaimed desperately, speaking for the first time.

"Well, lets see, she's in the better shape of the two because she was hit in the front of the head where there are less vulnerable places in the scull and it's further away from the major areas of the brain."

"What does that mean, though?" Daphne's father asked.

"Well, it means that, though she is still unconscious and maybe for a while yet, the chances of her waking up are great. However, when she does wake up, there are still a few risks."

"Like what, Doc.?" her mom asked.

"Well, she may have amnesia to some degree but the chances of it being permanent are unlikely. That's the main risk. But we're still not in the clear so try not to get your hopes up too much."

Mr. and Mrs. Chanders hugged each other, crying. Though, from happiness or sadness, no one was sure.

"What about my son, Sir?" Jennifer asked quietly.

"His, isn't quite so good, I'm afraid. With him, there's about a 35% chance that he wont wake up. If he doesn't some choices will have to be made. If he does, then he not only faces the same risks that Miss Chanders does, but there is a possibility that his memory loss will be permanent. I'll give you some time to be alone. Remember that all hope is not lost, he could always wake up and be perfectly fine. We won't know for sure until he wakes up." the doctor said, leaving quietly.

"If he wakes up." Brian said, speaking for the first time that night.