A/N: Duckies, I am so sorry at the lateness of this chapter, and I'm not going to make excuses, but its here now and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3.

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Brian was at his desk at Kinnetic, sorting through the pile of work he had yet to complete. He rubbed a hand over in face, dragging it through his chestnut coloured hair. He let out a growl of frustration.

"Stupid fucking imbeciles!" he was not pleased with his art department, they had messed up another ad campaign which nearly cost him a very big client.

Ring Ring, Ring Ring!

"FUCK" Brian exclaimed, jumping in surprise. His phone vibrated against the top of his desk as it let out the sharp, almost shrill rings.

He grabbed the phone and flipped it open "Kinney"

"Brian, thank God!"

"Honeycutt?" Brian questioned

"Yes. Look Brian it's about Justin"

Brian's heart leapt up into his throat "Justin? What's wrong with him?"

"Brian, he collapsed, he's in the hospital"

"What's wrong with him?" Brian repeated

"Just come down to the hospital. He's in room 264" the flat dial tone told Brian that Emmett had cut him off.

"Dammit!" Brian scrambled up from his desk and grabbed his briefcase, striding out of his office.

"Cynthia—

"Cancel your appointments, got it." Cynthia stated, without looking up from the work she was doing.

Brian didn't bother to make a retort and all but ran to his 'vette. His mind was swimming with all the possibilities that caused Justin to collapse, but not one of them was even close to the real reason. His ran five red lights and was frantic in his driving and he skidded into a space in the hospital car park, not caring of the possible damage done to his wheels. He flung his car door open and beeped it shut and ran towards the hospital.

He came to a stop in front of the nurses' station.

"Can you tell me what floor room 264 is on?"

The nurse looked up from her gossip magazine and popped the pink gum she was chewing; she looked up at Brian and then went back to flipping through her magazine.

Brian felt like wrapping his hands round her neck and making her choke on her gum.

"You know manners help a lot these days" The annoying women stated idly.

'Yeah well so does a diet' he refrained from saying the comment out loud though.

"Could you please tell me what floor room 264 is on?" He ground out, clenching his hands into fists.

The women looked up with a fake smile "Certainly sir, it's on the second floor, to your right"

He threw her a glare and strode over to the elevators, thankfully the doors slid open and he stepped inside punching in the floor number.

The elevator grumbled slowly, too slowly in Brain's opinion as it dragged itself up to the second floor. Brian was nearly pressed against the doors as they slid open and he ran down the corridor to his right.

'That bitch had better not have lied'

Though as he ran past the rooms he noticed that it was in fact the correct floor and corridor he skidded to a stop at room 264 and burst into the room.

Justin and Emmett whipped their heads up to see the intruder and Justin's face paled more than it already had, taking on a greyish tinge.

"Emmett, I told you not to ring him!" He hissed at his best friend.

Emmett failed to look apologetic "Sorry Baby, but I thought a neutral setting would help" He stood up from his seated position on the bed and ran his hand down Justin's cheek.

"I'll be back in while Baby"

Brian sat down in Emmett's vacated spot and he noticed that Justin had been crying. 'Oh God, what the hell was wrong?'

"Sunshine?" Brian questioned as he grasped Justin's chin and forced him to meet his hazel eyes.

"Brian, I… I" Justin broke off as a new wave of tears fell down his face, what was he going to tell Brian?

"Hey, don't cry." Brian whispered and gently swiped the tears away with his thumb.

"Ah, you must be the father" A new voice stated.

'Father! I'm not that old'

"Excuse me?" Brian exclaimed as he stood up from the bed and faced the doctor.

The doctor just chuckled. "I didn't mean it that way Mr...-"

"Kinney" Brian supplied, whilst crossing his arms over his chest.

"Mr Kinney. Well I take it Mr Taylor hasn't informed you of his rare condition"

Brian did not like the sound of that.

"Rare condition? What's wrong with Justin?" His voice held an edge of panic; one of his arms dropped down and clutched Justin's hand. Justin was being oddly quiet.

"There's nothing wrong with you partner Mr Kinney, in fact it's quite a new miracle. You see your partner is pregnant, congratulations!" The doctor exclaimed

'Pregnant?'

"Are you shitting me? Pregnant, seriously, not fucking likely. If you haven't already checked, Justin is a man. I don't know where you went to med school but..." Brain trailed off as he saw how serious both the doctors and Justin's faces were.

He turned to Justin "Okay Justin, ha-ha, you got me that was a good one. Now cut it out."

"This isn't some practical joke Mr Kinney, your partner really is pregnant" The doctor stated sternly.

Brain dropped Justin's hand "Cut it out Dr Quack, it's physically impossible for men to get pregnant"

"Brian, it's true, I am pregnant, the doctor can show you the test results" Justin's voice was meek and his eyes started to glisten with tears. He knew that Brian wouldn't believe it; he knew Brian would act like this.

"Cut the crap out Justin, this isn't funny. Besides even if you were 'pregnant'" Here Brian used air quotes. "It couldn't be mine, as we use condoms, remember. So that means someone else is 'Daddy'"

Justin gasped in shock and the tears he was trying to prevent splashed down his face "Brian how could you say that! I am pregnant and you are the father"

Brian rolled his eyes "Stop with the water works Justin. If it happened once, it can happen again" Brain paid no heed to the Doctor or Justin and walked towards the door "Both of you belong in an a padded cell" He walked out of the door and ignored Justin's pleas to come back and brushed off Emmett's demands that he march right back.

'Justin just couldn't be pregnant. Right?'

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