I don't own QAF or Oz or any of the characters. I don't really know how this one's going to go over. I just thought of it and needed to write it down. If it's an awful idea I'll just let it die with me. This story will have many POV's but mostly just Justin and Brian. Hope you enjoy, if you don't I'm sorry. People who watch all three will see why I wrote it this way. QAF UK went a very different way than US did. I know UK was first but I still like US one better.

"Justin Taylor," the petite, grey haired cop called. He looked around the booking area in terror. He had been sitting in the chairs while a cop stood beside him. He was the only one that had his own cop. Justin quaked in his shoes. Everything had changed so much in just a few months.

Four months ago he was the loved son of Craig and Jennifer Taylor. There was only one person to blame for his current predicament. Himself. No matter how much he wanted to blame Brian Fucking Kinney, but that would be a cop-out.

Four months ago he was a nervous virgin; his body shook as he leaned against a streetlamp on Liberty Avenue. It was a place only whispered about at St. James Academy. He had never 'come out' but he never really thought it was a secret at school. At home was a different story all together. He knew his dad was a homophobe and his mom never argued with the man.

He watched a small group of men walk out a building. They were chatting and laughing together. Suddenly one of the men looked up at him.

The night that followed was like a dream. A wonderful dream. After that he could admit now, he got a little obsessed. Brian though was the king of sending mixed signals. One minute, the man was ripping his heart out. The next he was worshiping Justin's body.

Not long after they started their tryst, Brian's life got more complicated. The night they met was the night Brian's son, Gus, was born. Not too long after, one of Gus's mothers cheated on the other. That caused them to split up. It was hurting Brian to have his son's home life so mess up. Then Lindsay, the birthmother, met and married some Frenchman. The man was keeping Gus from both Brian and Melanie. Justin did the only thing he could think of, he called immigration.

Everything went to hell for him after that. He was already staying with Brian because of his dad kicking him out when he found out about Brian. When the accusations about the anonymous call started to be thrown at Brian that was when he came clean.

His ass was thrown out of the loft faster than he could blink. All of the friends that he had made in that time turned their backs on him. He didn't even blame them. It had been stupid of him, he had been so naive. He really didn't think Lindsay would get into trouble. Last he heard the lawyer Brian and Mel got her was almost positive he could get the charges dropped.

He only had one place to go, his best friend Daphne. She was always there for him. That's how a month ago, he started staying in the spare bedroom at Daphne's parents' house.

It was the second night there that things changed. He'd done his homework and went to bed. He was woken in the middle of the night by a hand running up his thigh. Panicking, he jumped out of bed and turned on the light. He was shocked to see Daphne's father, Randell, looking at him from the bed.

"What the hell?"

"Keep your voice down."

"What are you doing in my room?" Justin growled. He had known Dr. Chanders since he was five years old, this was wrong on so many levels.

"Actually, this is my room. This whole house is, along with the food you eat. You're not some blushing virgin. I know that you're also not stupid, you know the score. Nothing is free in this life. You were that man's kept boy after all, so we're just switching ownership."

Bile rose in Justin's throat at just the thought of Dr. Chanders touching him that way. It made him sick. He thought it was funny when Brian's friends made jokes about him being a kept boy. Now it all seemed so dirty.

"You have a choice Justin. You pay or you pack your shit and get out."

Having nowhere else to go he turned off his brain and mindlessly followed orders. The next morning he stood in the shower until the scalding hot water turned cold.

It became a routine, after Daphne and Mrs. Chanders went to bed Randell would come into his room.

A week later the man bought him a car. It was even nicer than Daphne's. She pouted and said how jealous she was, that he was so lucky. Dr. Chanders told everyone it made more sense so he could get a job, but he knew the truth. It was a reward. He didn't want the car, he just wanted to go back home. He had even called his dad, who hung up on him.

It finally came to a head three weeks later. Randell surprised him with a trip to New York. He had Justin tell Daphne and her mom that he was going to New York to visit his fictitious aunt. Randell told them he had an important meeting in NYC, so they were going to fly up together. It was a horrible lie but it seemed Mrs. Chanders bought it or pretended to believe it.

They got a room in a fancy four-star hotel. At first he thought it was just going to be them, but soon he found out how mistaken he was. He became the toy everyone played with. Soon, he couldn't handle it anymore had locked himself in the bathroom. After Randell gave up on banging on the door he fell asleep in the huge bathtub using hand towels as pillows and a body towel as a cover.

A noise woke him up a little after four in the morning. He knew he couldn't hide out in the bathroom forever. He had agreed to everything that happened the night before, even though he really didn't have a choice. Unlocking the door he slowly opened it. The sight that met him was horrifying. Randell was on the floor, blood on the floor under him. His throat was cut. He also had a gag over his mouth.

Running over to him, Justin grabbed his shirt from last night to stop the bleeding. It was too late though, he knew that as soon as he touched Randell's cold skin. The phone started ringing, it had been what woke him up.

"Open up, NYPD," someone bellowed from the other side of the door.

Police burst in then, screaming at him and then everything got too loud and confusing. Guns were pointed at him, then he was handcuffed. One cop started reading off a laundry list of things to him, then asked him if he understood. No, he didn't but he answered with a quiet "Yes."

His life had taken a horrible turn, and he had no idea how it happened.